The hustle and bustle of hustle and bustle came from the garden outside the window.

The ashes in the fireplace still exude residual warmth, baking the spacious and luxurious room like spring.

The glass was covered with a thick layer of fog.

Sunlight filtered through the hazy windows, casting a dappled halo on the waxy surface of the oak floor, and Peter stretched comfortably.

Refreshed and energetic.

On the table is a delicate silver-shelled clock that points to two o'clock.

The white ceiling is inlaid with gilded plaster lines, the entire set of wooden furniture is beautifully designed rosewood, leather chairs, artists' murals, gorgeous crystal chandeliers, plush carpets printed with the Terra star map, and exquisite ornaments collected from all over the mainland, all of which reveal the owner's solid family background, and the whole space is filled with extravagance.

Peter rolled five times before getting off the silk goose feather bed, and couldn't help but sigh that capitalism is not a fart in front of the feudal aristocracy.

It was the most comfortable night he had slept in since he came into this world, and the mattress was as soft as a cake.

Peter had not slept for two days before this to save the Earl, and on the way back he was afraid of another attack, and his spirit was tense.

It wasn't until the early hours of last night, after the marquis was taken down by the prince, that he escorted Amamiya Xi back to the manor in the back hills, and simply stayed here.

He couldn't find his tattered cloak or the dirty North Continent suede tunics.

A stack of brand new clothes was neatly stacked on the bedside table.

This is a very serious design suit.

A navy blue silhouette with a large lapel trench coat, a pure black wool-blend Neapolitan jacket, and a pair of straight-leg black trousers.

With a beige suede long-sleeved shirt and trousers, there is also a pair of black cowhide zippered naked boots on the ground.

Peter put it on and stared at the mirror for a moment.

After three years of being a beggar, I forgot that my grandfather used to be a freshly charged desk full of milk tea from my sisters.

Peter's physique is thin, his height is about 1.8 meters, and his body looks a little thin, but he is supported by the slim inside and wide version of this suit, and the world-weary face with cold white skin has a sense of luxury.

Like the British yuppie Tommy in TM's "Bloody Gangsters".

There was also a heavy money bag and a card inlaid with an array of magic crystals on the table.

The money bag opened, and the golden light shook Peter directly.

Counted, a hundred gold coins!

A note was pressed underneath.

[There is a balance of 1000 gold in the card, thank you for your help to the Cavendish family, please contact me when you wake up.] Yours sincerely, Frey]

Peter gasped, so generous?

1100 gold coins, which can already buy a villa with a garden in the inner city of Arknaiz, and the rest of the money can be used to give him another fairy bride price.

You know, the inner city of Aknez has one of the top three house prices in the whole of Ron.

Of course, no matter how expensive it is, it is cheaper than one of the four super first-tier cities, at least ordinary people can still afford a three-bedroom apartment after a lifetime, and the children do not have to pay the mortgage after death.

But this card ......

What's that?

Lu Xun said that if a card looks like a bank card, feels like a bank card, and uses it like a bank card, then it is a bank card.

Folks, you're funny, aren't you?

I don't know how to use it, so I'll pick it up first, and ask Harry when I have a chance.

Yes, Harry ChatGPT.

Yesterday may have been too tired and a little sluggish in perception.

But it wasn't until Peter woke up and felt the energy and strength that was far greater than before, and the sense of strength in his limbs, that he understood what it meant to reward Galen Selvie with 10% of his overall attributes.

Speed, strength, focus, stamina, physical strength......

Peter called up the system's attribute panel and saw that almost everything except for attributes such as magic and faith had increased by a few points, and the strength and speed had skyrocketed by thirteen.

It doesn't look like much, but you must know that after the game reaches ten weeks to unlock the level cap, each attribute can only reach a maximum of 250 points.

What level is 205?

When the demon king saw it, he had to pack his bags.

Peter roughly estimated that when Galengo was at his peak during his lifetime, he was already comparable to a hundred-level knight.

Wow, drunkard, you're so fierce?

You must know that if you don't have a liver, you can't reach his level.

Thinking of the sword that split through the clouds, Peter hurriedly took Galen's skull out of the system.

The items rewarded by the system will be explained accordingly.

[The skull of the Witch Slayer Knight.] Covered with traces of soul-burning witchcraft. That will comes from the desire of youth. All journeys have a way back. 】

[Skill: Necromantic Alchemy.] Through the sacrifice of the souls of the dead, the creation of the dead is temporarily forged. The strength of the body can also be improved to a certain extent when using it. 】

[Galen's Soul: 3%, recovering.] Current Status: Sleeping】

Peter was secretly shocked, the skill of the skull was known the day he got it, but at that time, he didn't know much about necromantic alchemy, and now when he looks at it, it is simply a divine skill.

But the price of casting the spell is the soul of the dead....

It's a bit tricky.

Katerina, yes, you have to kill someone to start.

What, why not Jing Ke?

Because there is no sewing clown in the skill.

But what surprised Peter the most was the recovery progress of Galen's soul, when Galen hid in, the system showed that his soul was only 0.03% left, and it was only one day, only 3%?

It's really faster than the progress of the author's codeword.

Peter took the skull back, and at this rate, Galengo would be resurrected in a month's time.

Hopefully I'll be able to pick up his mom back then.

Peter straightened his hair, brushed it back casually, and opened the door.

At the end of the hallway, a policeman is guarded.

Just as Peter wondered why there were police officers standing guard in the earl's house, he approached Peter.

"Mr. Peter, Lord Frey has been waiting for you downstairs for a long time, and I will show you the way."

"I'm sorry for you."

The politeness was far superior to that of the police officer who saw the Hogwarts student card that day.

Peter followed him downstairs, and there were no less than ten police officers stationed in all corners of the house, and the silver stars on their uniforms were all senior police officers.

Not only that, but through the window, he saw that there were hundreds of people in the garden who were busy pruning and planting flowers.

"Who are these people?"

Peter saw that the gardeners in the garden were dressed in different costumes, and there were even a few artists who were helping to fix it.

"Oh, you know, aren't the Earl's minions all a... He was killed by the gangsters, but he had to hold a dinner party tonight, so all the old men in the city sent his right-hand men to help. The eldest brother of the police officer looked emotional, "Hey, Earl Cavendish is really amazing now, half of the senior police officers in the entire Acneids have been transferred to do security, even the Marquis does not have this pomp." ”

"Look, Mistress Frey is there."

The officers led Harry into the hall, and the old man in a small vest in a suit was directing the workers to repair the potholes.