After attending Audrey's birthday party, Gleilynt suddenly realizes that the time has come to December 13th, and he has been in this world for almost a week.

Today, on Friday, Mr. Joffrey didn't have time to teach him occult knowledge today, so Glerint had to go and train himself in martial arts and shooting.

In fact, he was not without other things to do, as a viscount, Glerint received a lot of party invitations every day.

These include literary and philosophical salons, music seminars, etc., most of which are held by the children of wealthy people, who try to invite some aristocrats.

Even a viscount like Glerint, who had no political prospects, was often sought after by them.

A viscount in itself can add splendor to their party, appear more classy, and have their taste recognized.

However, Gleilint was really a little disgusted with such meaningless socializing, so he turned it all down.

There is no need to worry about the servants finding out that something is wrong, and Glerint's choice in this regard is similar in the past, and he will only choose some mysterious gatherings to try.

And now, although the servants do not know that Gleilint has become extraordinary, a personal valet like Hash must have guessed, and although Gleilint did not say it explicitly, he did not deliberately hide it.

After breakfast, Glerint teased Jim, the little mouse, and was surprised to find that the surface of its crimson skin already had a layer of fine fluff.

He didn't know if it was normal development or if it was the special nature of the "Extraordinary Mouse", but that didn't stop him from being happy.

"I wonder if the extraordinary properties of the 'swindler' can make animals talk?"

Gleilynt looked forward to this, and decided to take twenty minutes every night to teach Jim to speak.

Normally, the "Trickster" potion has a certain improvement in the eloquence of the user, but it is not easy to say about the animal.

"Mr. Mariano, here are the invitations and letters received today."

Hash pulled out a whole stack of invitations and letters, and Glerint flipped through them nonchalantly.

"Barton?"

Glerint suddenly found a familiar name, and when he opened it, he realized that it was Barton who wanted to hold a banquet next Wednesday in order to thank him, hoping that Glerint would be able to attend.

Although this was his first time as a defense lawyer, Glerint did not have a good impression of Mr. Barton. Of course, there is no such thing as a bad feeling.

If it weren't for the next letter, Glerint would have simply asked Hash to decline the invitation.

He didn't have to guess that a similar banquet invited by a rich man to a nobleman could not be purely for thanks, but more for friendship.

I really want to thank you sincerely, and a door-to-door visit is the most etiquette.

What kept him from turning him down for a moment was a letter from Intis written by Shamila Balranta, the biological mother of the original Glerint.

"To my dear son, handsome and wise Glelint:

I'm your mom, Shamila.

It was so difficult to communicate with Trier and Beckland, and I think by the time you read the letter, it would have been the 13th or 14th of December.

It doesn't matter, I want to say, dear Glerint, I can quite well imagine what your father, Lorenz's country castle, looks like now.

It must have been deserted long ago, with the wild roses and wall-climbing vines occupying the high ground, and rats and pheasants making nests there.

But I suppose, dear Glerint, that you may be tired of the bad air and the restrained atmosphere of Bakeland.

I think you might want to spend some time on a country estate, on a big plantation.

Maybe you can come to Intis, to Nantes, to your mother and grandfather.

Here, you can freely breathe the breath of spring in the wheat field, gallop freely on the horse farm, and you can also go hunting.

I still miss you so much, dear Gleilint.

For the past few years, I have tried to invite you here every year, but you have always refused.

I know you may still hold a grudge against me, a resentment against me, and I don't want your forgiveness, I just want you to be happier.

- Your dear mother, Shamila Balranta. ”

The long letter could not tell the end of how much he missed his son, even if it was not the real Greinte, and he sighed about it.

In addition to the above, Chamila also recounts some recent anecdotes about herself, the beautiful countryside of Nantes, and some interesting stories about Glerinte's childhood.

She wanted to invite Glerint to visit Intis from February to June of the new year.

The current Glerint, who "never knew her", subconsciously wanted to refuse, after all, in the past few years, the real Glerint had never been invited to go.

But the moment he decided to refuse, his body instinctively swelled with strong reluctance and regret.

This made Glerint frown.

"Is there any residual affection for the owner of the original body?"

Gleilint didn't know much about this, and according to his understanding, he was just watching the original Gleilint's memories, not fusing or absorbing.

There shouldn't be any residue left!

But the world thinks about the human body much more complicated.

According to Glerint's cursory knowledge, the human body is divided into four parts: the etheric body, the mental body, the astral spirit body, and the spirit body. He didn't know how the original Gleilynt died, as if he had been replaced by Zhong Jianshu for no reason.

The only thing that is certain is that this is not a physical death that originates from reality, but rather the forces of the mysterious world at work. There is a high probability that it has something to do with the extraordinary properties of the "Duke of Entropy" entering this body.

Because of this, Glerint doesn't know why the real "Gleilint" left such strong emotions.

What made him particularly difficult was that he was hiding a secret and it was difficult for him to find a reliable "psychiatrist" to try to treat him.

"That's going to make it hard for me."

According to Glerint's guess, if he went to Intis, the emotions left behind by the original owner might be even stronger, or they could dissipate directly because their wishes were fulfilled.

And if you decide not to go, then this lingering emotion will most likely lie dormant, and I don't know when it will explode again.

It was this letter from Shamilla that caused Glerint to hesitate to participate in Barton's banquet.

Because Barton was a big merchant who traveled between Intis, Fenerport, and Rune.

Glerint thought that if he decided to go to Intis, perhaps it would be better to let Barton help arrange a place to live, because he was not familiar with the original owner's relatives and did not want to deal more with them.

As for Barton's feast, Glerint only needed to be able to reply to him by next Wednesday. To that end, he specifically told Hash to remind him on Tuesday to remember to reply to Barton.

In the face of Shamila's invitation, Glerint is even more difficult to choose, but this reply Glerint can be sent before the New Year.

Unable to make up his mind for the moment, Glerint decided to put the matter aside for the time being.

"Whatever, let's talk about it in two days."

The word "drag" gave Glerint, who had no idea for a while, a temporary relief.