"Young Master...... Ah no, I think I should call you Master by now! ”

As soon as he spoke, Haji, the butler, who realized his habit of speaking and said the wrong thing, immediately changed his words.

"Haha, that's a pretty good name."

A chuckle came from a figure with his back to the butler Haji.

"Steward Haji, it's still too early to call it, the laws of the principality haven't sent the censors from above down to determine this matter."

"But now, is there anything else that can stop you?"

"Nope! Your Viscount Path will be unbeatable! Finally, sit on the position of Viscount that belongs to you and make the Carlo family grow even stronger! ”

In the flickering candlelight of the castle, the legless boy with his back to the butler sat quietly on the chair of power, symbolizing the viscount.

When Kankan calmed down, the sound of a guard knocking on the door was heard.

"Second Young Master, your guest has arrived."

"Let them in!"

Butler Haji opened his mouth after understanding the meaning of his second young master in seconds.

After a while, the guard at the door opened the door, and an old mage in black robe walked slowly into the viscount's parlor with a magic staff.

Even though he was wearing a black robe, he could still be seen exposed outside the black robe, with a messy white beard.

"Lacey Carlo, the old man has brought what you think about day and night~"

"Sir, please sit down first, good tea is being brewed."

The legless second young master of the Carlo family, Lacey Carlo, sits on the viscount.

"Haha, it's just a little hobby of tea tasting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lacey's personal butler, Haji, appeared with a teacup and hot water.

At the same time, a small bag of tea leaves was also brought out with a beautiful package.

"This is a special green tea from the Elven Forest......"

"The old man knows this, a hundred gold coins are only a small catty of good things!"

"Ahem, I won't refuse to accept your heart from Viscount Reis!"

After receiving the gift, the old mage's tone became respectful!

The image of profit and greed is displayed at a glance, and along with his thick enough skin and sleek speech skills.

After receiving the gift, the old mage didn't want to waste any more time after complimenting him.

He handed a crown-shaped item into the hands of the butler Haji.

And told it is very simple to use: wear it to sleep.

After giving the things, he easily left the well-guarded Viscount Castle.

In the castle, the butler Haji handed over the things in his hand to the young master Lacey, who had served since he was a child.

"Master, this thing ......"

"Don't say more, I have my own measure."

Haji wanted to say something of concern, but was rejected by Lacey.

A hint of strangeness grew in Haji's psyche, but was quickly suppressed by the sensibility.

This is the young master he has been watching grow up! It's almost equivalent to his childlike existence! How can there be strangeness between them? This must be a damn delusion!

I must have been stressed out and tired lately!

Recently, because the adventurer team hired to go to the forest to look for Little Master Bud, they didn't provide any valuable information, and they didn't find anything at all! What a bunch of waste and rice buckets!

However, it is only by virtue of the fact that there seems to be some powerful gnoll in the depths of the forest recently, which seems to have broken through and firmly occupied the depths of the forest, and has allowed the dependents to develop in the forest, which makes Haji believe that the little young master will be eaten and wiped clean by the gnoll until there is no clothes left.

But there is no definite evidence to prove it, which also makes the whereabouts of the little young master Bud's whereabouts become a nightmare that he and the young master have been thinking about day and night recently, and they can't get rid of their dreams.

Walking out of the gate, Haji didn't even return the salute to the gate guard.

This is an extremely uncultivated behavior, but at this time, Haji is full of thoughts about what Bard and his young master are trying to do with that old mage's things?

After returning to his room and sending away the maid who was cleaning the room, Haji began to wonder what he could do.

Sitting quietly at the familiar wooden table, the butler Haji sorted out his thoughts for the past few days, then took out a piece of white letterhead, dipped a little black ink with a light quill pen, and began to write quickly.

An hour later, he sighed and signed his name, and then sent it to his nephew, who was far away in the capital of the Sapphire Duchy, and it was said that he had become the leader of an adventurer's guild, and his strength was not bad.

He wanted to ask him to investigate the old mage's background and origins.

After all, Haji was very restless at the thought that the young master, who was as close as his son, might be taking advantage of his own letter to use something from the old mage of unknown origin while he was writing a letter.....

He desperately needed these actions to calm his mind.

Poured hot red clay and stamped with his own seal, Haji called the maid who waited at the door to clean the room, and the more than an hour of waiting was a punishment for her late cleaning.

After handing her the letter, Haji instructed her to send it to the Adventurer's Guild, and gave her four silver coins to send an urgent letter.

The price of sending a letter is not cheap, and in many cases an expedited document costs several silver coins, which is enough for a peasant family of three to eat black bread for several weeks! Or a few days of white bread!

Looking up at the maid outside the window walking out of the castle, Haji exhaled slowly, and the pressure in his heart seemed to have been sent out along with the letter, I hope I did the right thing!

At this time, Lacey's bedroom.

Lacey opened what was hidden in the crown items, a patterned iron crown of unknown material, and an unknown mass of flesh wrapped in black patterned oiled paper.

On the patterned iron crown, there seemed to be a piece of paper rolled, and Lacey opened it curiously, and it was written:

Smear flesh and blood on the stump to complete the rebirth of the flesh!

Looking at the small pieces of flesh that seemed to be slowly wriggling in the black patterned oiled paper, Lacey hesitated for a few seconds, then grabbed it and pressed it to the base of the leg that had been empty for several years.....

In a burst of unimaginably intense pain, all three of his legs returned......

PS: Viscount

A viscount is one of the European noble titles, generally higher than a baron and lower than an earl.

The origins of jazz can be traced back to 1500 years ago, starting from the chivalry of the Middle Ages, when there was no distinction between nobles and knights, only popes and believers. During the Crusades, the pope ordered the faithful to wage war against the poor, and after the war, he gave the people who had achieved great military merit the title of knight, administering the territory and collecting taxes in their place, but the promoters naturally became the basis of the feudal aristocracy.