Alex and his bruised companion have been treated by Al's family physician and stabilized.

They don't know what price Al has paid to solve their troubles, but no matter what, it is a life-saving favor that cannot be repaid.

Al was not interested in asking them why, these little things were not worth mentioning to him. Instead, he asked a question that would surely be ridiculed by Looman.

"You serve Brut and they don't show mercy?"

However, when Al mentioned Brute, Alex, who had been silent, sneered resentfully

"Hmph, that wealthy young master still needs us now. ”

After all, Alex's level is too low, and Brute set up an idle chess piece as the heir when he was young, and now he finds that it is really stupid enough for their top family, and there are powerful forces willing to serve him, so he gradually gave up.

"The iron ore ... Al thought about it but didn't ask. But Alex has spoken out without hesitation.

"At the beginning, they wanted to smuggle iron ore and test the waters with us rats, but in the end, it didn't work out, and we gave up without any use. ”

After this kind of thing is used up, you should kill people and kill people, how can there be any reason to give up and live for so long no matter what. Alex didn't tell the truth, so Al didn't ask.

"You can recuperate in peace, I'm reading upstairs, and you can come to me if you have something. Al got up and left.

"Al. Alex looked at Al and opened his mouth, and saw Al turn back in confusion. He opened his mouth, and finally bowed his head and stubbornly said only one thank you.

Al smiled at him and went back to reading.

Alex didn't stay long, taking a box of nutritional potions and leaving while it was dark.

Al didn't say much when he found out, Alex was a very dignified person.

The next day, the sleepy Al got up for morning exercise at the urging of the two maids who specially confessed, but the way he was called to get up was particularly depraved, and it could not be described only in the favorite romance novels of aristocratic boys and girls, but Al did not hate it.

Knowing that someone was going to introduce her daughter to Al, Bico angrily returned before Al went out. But looking at Al's confused eyes and looking at her strangely, she didn't know how to speak. After all, how steady and mature Al Zai behaved, he grew taller. Still a child. And she is an old girl who is almost twenty years old.

Bico watched as Al got into the carriage she had personally added for the courtyard, and faded away, the feeling of loss lingering in her heart.

She just had such a hunch. Her stuff doesn't belong to her alone anymore.

Out of Goldsmith's sparing of Alex's face, Al went to the dinner party politely, and as for introducing his daughter as friends, he only regarded it as making friends. The way of communication in high society is complicated, and people who do not have a certain status cannot experience this kind of distress.

Goldsmith was a big slave merchant, and the city was very deep, so it was naturally not only those few bottles of good wine that invited Al as a guest. Al, a young boy who came out of a separate family, even with the testimony of the priest of the god of war, was able to receive all of Lord Thun's inheritance without any risk, and let the vultures sharpening their knives in the shadows put away their fangs, which was enough for everyone to guess.

As for how Lord Thun died, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Al, you're here, and I've been preparing a banquet to welcome you since I came back yesterday. But I always felt that it was not as heavy as the hospitality of the morning light, and I was very uneasy. At the point of time, as the host, Goldsmith personally greeted Al at the door, which made Al panic.

A slave owner must have one or more big nobles behind him, specializing in plundering the various ethnic populations of enemy countries, tribes, and hills, and his wealth and power are not at all comparable to that of Al Neng, who has just owned four estates, even if he is a direct line of Orete. So Goldsmith's intimacy made him very uncomfortable, and he almost plainly told Al that he had something to ask for.

Goldsmith was not only a father, but also a grandfather. At the banquet were his wife, several children and his grandchildren. Goldsmith was very exaggerated about the boys and girls.

"Hi, my little warriors, little princesses, I would like to solemnly introduce to you my most important guest tonight, Lord Albenstock. A future Grand Magician. ”

"Wow, magician. "Is he already a magician at such a young age?" "What is magic like" Goldsmith's young children looked at Al with curiosity and awe.

"Be quiet, you can ask these questions privately after dinner, and I hope you can make friends. Alco is risking offending me for the sake of his friend. He's a real friend to keep up with."

"Father, how did he offend you?"

A young girl who seemed to be the youngest opened the theme of this banquet, and simply one thing, in the mouth of the slave owner, conjured up all kinds of sayings and truths, and kept praising Al, and everyone admired or liked him as much as acting, and even before the whole dinner was finished, Alru sat on pins and needles.

After the feast, Goldsmith left time for the young men, and as a guest, Al became the center of the young men.

The girls changed into another set of dresses, but the atmosphere was a little strange, the good ones wore bold and exposed, and the young ones wore pink and cute.

"Al, can I ask you to do a dance?" The second eldest daughter is a few years older than Al, and the deep groove on her chest is dotted with a huge pink jewel necklace, which shines intentionally or unintentionally, constantly attracting Al's attention, and Al has been holding her neck away from seeing too rude.

"Al, you're so cute. ”

"Sister, Mr. Al's face is so red" "Hee-hee, Mr. Al is shy"

"Don't bully Mr. Al, Mr. Al, please take a saliva" It is the dream of all men to be surrounded by many beautiful women, but Al, who always feels strange, has always been careful with his etiquette. Someone helped him out and handed him a glass of water. Al, who had a dry mouth, hurriedly drank his saliva, trying to sober up.

"Thank you, Merial... Al's consciousness gradually became a little drowsy, and then the pink diamond flashed again, and Al involuntarily stared blankly at the milky white groove.

"Mr. Al. Is it good-looking" The second eldest daughter swayed the pink gem, and a faint light emanated.

"Okay. . . See.. ”

"Mr. Al, you're too partial, and I'm pretty too," Goldsmith's granddaughter, Meria in a pink princess dress, pouted. The pink buttons on the skirt also shine brightly.

"Mr. Al, am I not good-looking" and the girl grabbed Al's dress and complained.

"Beautiful... Al responded stupidly

"Mr. Al, you've seen us, let's see you too. Hee-hee"

Al's complicated dress was untied at once.