Lily Manor is not big, far less than Maple Leaf Manor, but it is unexpectedly exquisite.

Especially in the garden, you can find some ingenious and delicate details in any corner and there is hardly any flaw to be seen.

Walking in the garden for a while, the more Rosen looked at it, the more charming it became, and he couldn't help but ask: "Butler Lowe, this manor is fiddling with Madame, right?" ”

Butler Lowe suddenly puffed up his chest, and his face showed a deep sense of pride.

"That's nature."

Then, like a taped that has been turned on, he enthusiastically introduces his hostess.

"Madame is not only beautiful and gentle, but also has a well-known gardening talent, and was even invited by the earl to help design the Mochizuki Garden."

Rosen was shocked: 'It's not easy. ’

He immediately flattered him.

"It's no wonder that every time I go to Mochizuki Garden, I always feel that the garden is very beautiful, and the gardener I ask for it no matter how carefully it is tied, but it always doesn't have that taste."

"Now that I think about it, with my family's rough and sloppy skills, I'm afraid it will be impossible to reach the level of my wife after ten lifetimes."

His own young lady's skills were recognized, and Butler Lowe smiled so much that the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, as if he was the one who was recognized.

"Sir Filand, to tell you the truth, every gentleman who has seen Madame's gardening feels this way."

"But Madame always said that most of the so-called gentlemen in Silvermoon Castle are nothing more than the surface, seemingly perfect, but inside they are actually crude straw bales, old greasy, young and shallow."

"But Sir Fland is the exception."

Rosen was a little surprised: "Madame is familiar with me? ”

Butler Lowe immediately said, "That's too familiar." ”

"Actually, Madame is very familiar with your achievements in various fields."

"Painting, streaming, magic, it's all the same."

"She believes that you have created an intricate stream of numbers that will provide insight into the mysteries of the stars in the sky. In terms of wisdom alone, it is already comparable to the God of heaven. ”

Rosen was more and more surprised, he didn't expect that his wife, who was the buyer of the Yan painting, would praise him so much, and the tone of praise sounded a little strange.

If Bilgu said this, there would be no problem, but it was a noble lady who didn't go out much, and she felt a little bit of a child talking big, and the farmer was full of a sage's sense of mismatch.

After all, most aristocratic ladies don't have much knowledge.

I thought this lady was weird.

So, he simply stopped, ready to have a good chat with the chatty butler.

"Steward Lowe, Madame's praise for me is too exaggerated."

Butler Lowe shook his head again and again: "I haven't said anything more exaggerated." ”

"For example?"

"For example, Madame said that you will become a transcendent archmage nine times out of ten, and even said that you may become a new generation of golden gods"

Rosen's brow furrowed as he listened.

"With all due respect, Madame's words are already blasphemy!"

Butler Lowe immediately realized that his words were inappropriate, and a trace of panic suddenly appeared on his face.

"No, no, Sir Filand, I am the one who said the wrong thing, Madame never said that, and I am completely lying nonsense."

Seeing that he immediately changed his words, Rosen also immediately eased his expression, but secretly said in his heart: "It seems that Mrs. Rust has no fear of God, so that her subordinates are speechless."

Seeing that the other party's face was still a little scared, he asked casually, "Madame also knows how to count?" ”

Steward Lowe nodded immediately.

"Of course Madame knows how to do it, and I dare say she knows it better than most of the mages who claim to be mathematicians."

"Madame said that your flow number has made her realize the world more deeply. She believes that in the future, any mage must learn the flow number, otherwise he will be abandoned by the times. ”

Rosen's heart moved, and he immediately asked, "Madame is also a mage?" ”

Steward Lowe shook his head: "No, no, of course not a mage, Madame has never studied spells, and she is not interested in any spells." ”

"However, she has been meditating since she was a child and has very deep mana. In fact, it should be deeper than most mages in the Highlands. ”

Rosen asked tentatively, "Reached the advanced level?" ”

"Probably, I don't know much about that."

Luo Sen's heart was even more shocked, he didn't expect that the sister of the Lord of Fanggu Town would actually be a high-level mage.

The absence of this key information is really scary.

And when he thought that he actually used a glamorous painting to arrange the rights and wrongs of a high-level mage, a trace of dense beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"I'll go, it's a bit of a big deal."

But then I realized that something was wrong.

"Oh~ Madame turned out to be a high-level mage. But I don't think I've ever seen her at the Flower Society. ”

At the Flower Society, powerful female mages have come to him for dance, and there is no Lady Rust among them.

Butler Lowe smiled: "No, Madame is not an official mage. Madame said that she insisted on meditation only to gain a stronger and resilient soul to face life more calmly and delicately. ”

After a pause, the old butler smiled and said, "This is all what Madame said, I just repeat it." ”

Then he urged: "Sir Filand, let's go, don't let Madame and Mr. wait." ”

Lawson could only pick up the pace.

Soon, the two of them walked through the garden to the door of the three-story stone villa in the center of the manor, and Locky Butler stood by the door.

"Inside, please, Sir Filand."

The door is open, and behind the door is the spacious hall, because it is dusk, and because there are not many candles, so the hall is a little dim, but it is not simple, but it shows a warm artistic conception.

Rosen stepped into it, and after walking a few steps, he saw a long red sandalwood table with exquisite food on the long table, and a man and a woman sitting on the back chairs at each end of the long table.

The man seated on the left was nearly forty years old, with a handsome and feminine countenance, well-dressed, elevated but slightly thin in stature.

It can be seen that he must have been a rare beautiful man when he was young.

On the right is a lady in a dark blue slim dress and full of precious jewelry.

The woman had a gentle face, a soft posture, an elegant temperament, snow-white and smooth skin, and her long, thick dark blue hair was meticulously coiled behind her head.

When he saw her, Rosen's first feeling was exquisite, meticulous all over his body, no matter clothes, makeup, or hairstyle, he couldn't find a single flaw.

Just like the manor garden outside, it is delicate and full of charm.

In addition, Rosen was surprised to find that he was somewhat unable to tell the age of the other party.

It is okay to say thirty-five or six, thirty is also acceptable, and twenty-five or six seems to be no big problem.

Rosen had seen Mr. Rust in the gallery and Mrs. Rust in the paintings, so he immediately recognized the two as Mr. and Mrs. Rust.

But the real Mrs. Rust has more charm than in the painting, and her every move exudes a striking intensity, as if she were naturally the center of the world.

As soon as he saw such a performance, Rosen was shocked.

"What a lot of mana!"

If he was not mistaken, this was already a high-level peak mana, and it might even be higher than Faeron!

With such mana, even if you don't know any spells, just using the most primitive version of the mage's hand is enough to exert great combat power.

For a moment, Rosen put away all his contempt for Mrs. Rust.

Who would have thought that in such an unknown small manor, such a strange woman would be hidden?

Five or six paces away, he took off his hat and bowed slightly to greet the two.

"Mr. Rust, Mrs. Rust, I am very sorry that this sudden visit must have caused trouble to both of you."

Mr. Rust tried to say hello, but Mrs. Rust snorted softly.

The former was silent for a moment, and he was like a little white rabbit pressed under the claws of the dragon.

Rosen's eyes flashed, and he knew that Mr. Rust had no place in the family.

He immediately turned his head to the real person and got straight to the point.

"Mrs. Rust, I've come for your request for a custom painting."

Mrs. Rust had the same inky blue eyes as Rosen's, and in the dim light they looked like the unfathomable ocean.

Her eyes turned, and the light in her eyes was as deep and mysterious as the dark shadows surging at the bottom of the ocean: "Sir Filand, then, can you meet my request?" ”

Rosen was shocked by the amazing look revealed by this woman, but his face remained silent and smiled faintly.

"It depends on whether you really want to forgive Mr. Rust, or if you just want to borrow me to reject Mr. Rust on your behalf."

Mr. Rust immediately pleaded.

"I was wrong, Vivien, I swear, I don't dare to do these nonsense things again, just let this be the past and let us go back to the way it was, okay?"

Mrs. Rust snorted coldly, refusing very simply.

"Not good!"

Hearing this, Rosen knew that Mr. Rust was completely out of action.

A woman who possesses at least high-level peak mana just by meditating must be extremely determined, and what she has decided will definitely not be easily changed.

Otherwise, she would not have been able to possess such mana.

It is also conceivable that Mrs. Rust, who has such a strong mana, must have a very high status in the family even if she can't spell.

So much so that when he got married, he could get a dowry of 12,000 kilograms a year.

And Fanggu Town is not rich, for the baron, 12,000 kilograms a year is not a small amount.

Therefore, what Bilgu said was right, if he could get Mrs. Rust's understanding and even favor, then it was very likely that Fanggu Town would win over the Chapole camp.

Not only can the Council of Lords support Shapole this time, but more cooperation can be sought in the future.

So, without hesitation, Rosen abandoned the insignificant Mr. Rust, and followed Mrs. Rust's wishes.

He looked helplessly at the poor man sitting in his chair.

"Mr. Rust, it seems that your wife does not want to forgive you. Then, the purpose of her custom request should be to humiliate you. ”

Mr. Rust looked desperate, and his whole body was almost collapsed in his chair.

Rosen felt that if it weren't for the presence of an outsider like himself, this guy might have crawled to his knees and begged his wife for forgiveness.

No, he must have done that in private, and that's probably how that damn custom painting request came from.

Rosen no longer looked at the frightened ordinary man: "Mrs. Rust"

Mrs. Rust immediately corrected: "Don't call me Mrs. Rust, I don't recognize this bastard as my husband." You can call me Vivien. Ms. Morrow. ”

Mr. Rust immediately wailed, "No~ Vivien, don't be so ruthless to me! ”

Vivien looked at Mr. Rust in disgust.

"Master Rosen, can you please shut up this guy? Give him a slumber, or a mute enchantment or something. ”

Lawson raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lady Vivien, really doesn't know any spells?" ”

Vivien nodded naturally.

"I have no interest in spells, I think that most of the spells in this world are not fundamentally different from swords, rude, cruel, only know destruction but do not know creation."

"Learning spells doesn't help my hobby at all, it makes me worry a lot more pointlessly."

"Then why does the lady meditate?"

"I meditate just to make my mind clearer. If you don't understand my thinking, then you can draw an analogy with yourself. ”

"What is the analogy?"

"There are a lot of brokenbacks in the world who defy the laws of nature, but Mage Lawson is certainly not interested in this kind of quirk, right?"

Rosen understood: "While I don't think casting spells is a quirk, I understand your thoughts, and that's your freedom. ”

Seeing that Mr. Rust was about to wail again, he threw a stobering technique, and the latter immediately collapsed in his chair and fell asleep.

The obstructors are gone.