Una is simply the epitome of an ideal lover.

In addition to her near-perfect body and face, an exotic elven pet, she is also very well-behaved and intelligent, and she knows when she should appear and when she should disappear on her own.

It may be a talent, an instinct, or the result of her self-training.

However, Donner's feelings about her have always been complicated.

From the initial scheme, to the pure physical attraction, to the allure of hormones, to the faint sympathy, even pity.

But mixed with all these emotions, there is still lingering doubt and fear.

Yes, a woman who is seductive and good at using her body always gives Donner a sense of insecurity.

"You know what?" said Wesley, "and when I first met you, I felt that you did not look like a pauper, whether you talked, ate, or walked...... Only now did I realize that you are indeed not a nobleman in your bones......"

His implication was naturally that if Donner was a nobleman, he would not have any trouble with Una.

Wesley was right.

It is true that Downer was not a pauper, nor was he an aristocrat.

He didn't feel inferior or noble.

Therefore, when he encounters a girl like Una who is trying so hard just to cling to him, he can't always be at ease.

"I'm certainly not a nobleman," replied Donner, "and, in the situation we are in, there is nothing wrong with being careful." ”

"Duke of Vane, Medicine Saint, Helian, wake up, you just aren't used to your nobility, don't forget that you're still a child of the sun...... Yes, you are the grandson of the sun!"

"Die!" Donner kicked in the side, and this time Wesley couldn't dodge, but he still clutched his calves and laughed.

"Be careful, someone's coming......" Donner reminded softly, and Wesley immediately suppressed his laughter and slowly straightened up.

At this time, they were standing on the summit of Mount Chixia, and at this time of the day, Donner and Wesley would come here to relax.

The person who came was Una, who was obviously aware of Donner's habit.

"Young master," she shouted from a distance, wearing a red robe, "Master Kraft is here, I want to see you......"

Ever since she became "Young Master John's Woman", she has been wrapping herself tightly, as if to protect the young master's private property from being violated.

Donner shouted "Coming" and walked down from the summit, Wesley silently following him, no one who saw him would suspect that he was a demonic pet.

......

This was the first time Donner had seen Kraft since he was placed under house arrest in Chixia Mountain.

On the way over by Una, Donner pondered: Why did he come here on purpose?

The answer was unexpected: Kraft had come to Caxia Mountain to bring someone to see Donner. An old man with a gray starling standing on his shoulder.

"John," Craft smiled, "this is the President of the Overseers, Lord Grantis. Your critique is brilliant, and it was the work of Master Grantis......"

Donner bent down slightly and shouted out to the Lord. He felt that the old man opposite him, if he cut his gray hair shorter and removed the gray starling, would be very much like Einstein—in short, the other party's appearance would arouse his favor.

Einstein...... Well, it was Grantis who looked at Donner with a smile and nodded slightly, but didn't say anything.

"Well, then, Master Grantis, I won't bother you......" said Kraft with a wry interest.

"Good ......" Grantis didn't mean to be polite to Kraft at all.

Kraft smiled and stood up, his eyes flashing only when he glanced at Donner.

Donner understood what he meant, warning himself not to talk nonsense.

......

After Kraft left, Grantis said slowly: "Your strategy, it took us half a year to solve ......"

Donner subconsciously showed a look of disbelief.

The expression only lingered on his face for a moment, but it had already been captured by Grantis—exactly what Grantis intended.

"I'm not mistaken," Grantis smirked, "you know we can't solve it......"

Donner secretly snorted the old fox, he was careless.

"I didn't think about it for a long time......" he immediately remedied.

"You don't have to disguise," Grantis said, waving his hand, "I know, you're a genius." ”

Donner touched his robe and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his hands.

Grantis didn't notice his move, but sighed lightly: "Over the centuries, I have seen more than one genius, however, they either did not have enough magical talent and died young, or they were too focused on magic and eventually became mediocre. ”

"It's a paradox......," Donner chimed in, suddenly remembering Shaida's plan, perhaps the old man in front of him was an opportunity for him.

"Paradox......" Grantis's face was a little painful: "Yes, this is a paradox. Only by focusing on magic can you live long, but once you start to focus on magic, you can no longer jump out, you can only become a mediocre ......"

Donner nodded slightly, and it could be seen that this old man was an outlier. Ironically, he was a high-level mage himself, which Donner could feel from the oppressive force that emanated from the other party, at least, his magic level was higher than that of Kraft and Satin.

"Kid, you know what? those who see magic and power as everything, they have lost, they have lost their ......," Grantis seemed to be searching for the right words to express his quest.

"The pleasure of thinking," Downer prompts, "loses the joy of rational thinking." ”

Grantis stared at Donner with wide eyes, and the child in front of him actually hit his itch all at once.

Grantis is a magical genius, and with his talent, he has every chance of becoming a legendary mage, but after being promoted to a level 11 mage, he suddenly realizes that pure power and a long lifespan are not what he is after.

However, before today, even Grantis himself had not figured out what he was pursuing.

Since abandoning the quest for pure power, he thought he was in pursuit of absolute truth.

It was only at this moment that he was awakened by the child in front of him.

Grantis gave up his wealth and position, and for hundreds of years he was willing to condescend to the small superintendent's society, devoting himself to boring and useless research, and it was precisely because of these seemingly useless studies that he was fascinated and unable to extricate himself.

(Ask for a monthly pass!Ask for a recommended ticket!) (To be continued.) )