As for the other two girls, they looked relatively simple. The glances they gave to Lance were more from sympathy than mockery.
Sabina, liked her mother, had a mild personality and a kind heart. So was Irene, Viscount's adopted daughter.
"Brother Lance, what did father say to you?" asked Irene softly, sitting on the bedside.
Lance slightly hesitated, shook his head, and then made a smile while said, "It's nothing, only some trivial matters. I just heard your laughter so I come to see."
Becky jumped up as if she saw something strange and said, "Come to see us? Haven't you seen enough of Irene bathing last time?"
'𝑰𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈?' Lance stunned, didn't know what to say.
'𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆? 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ....'
Lance was speechless. He was embarrassed to see Irene's cheeks flushed but didn't say any word. From that, he knew it was mostly true.
"What a terrible performance you have tonight ...," said Becky as she continued, "I don't know why Father is so kind to you, so precious opportunities to learn magic are given to you. Even my brother has no such opportunity."
There was a flash of jealousy in her eyes. Lance knew it clearly in his heart. Viscount's fondness for Lance had indeed caused a lot of discontent over the years, especially when Lance was a waste. After all, not everyone was as aloof as Irene and Sabina were.
Irene stood up and helped Lance out by changing the subject. "Brother Lance, it's about the book you lent me last time. I have finished reading it. Can I go to your room to get a new book?"
Lance composed himself, then replied with a smile, "Sure, you can."
Irene cheered, jumped out of bed barefoot, and came out with a thick book in her arms.
As Lance simply ignored Becky's jealous eyes, he nodded at Sabina. And then he left the girls' room with Irene.
He deliberately slowed down on purpose to let Irene walk ahead, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain that he could not find his room at all. Otherwise, he's afraid ti would be difficult to explain why he couldn't find his room at all.
The simple Irene didn't know that the soul inside her brother now was not her brother's. The girl walked with a thick book and said, "Brother Lance, the book
Lance could only deal with it by humming and be a 'yes man'. He's not that bookworm original owner. How could he remember the stories in this story collection?
Fortunately, the girl didn't realize it. They soon came to a room. Lance wrote down the location of his room in his mind while he walked in with Irene.
"Why? Why didn't Aunt Celie prepare hot water and candles for you tonight?" asked Irene, felt strange after she opened Lance's door room. Lance felt depressed for a while, and now he could only say nothing. It was not easy for the girl to find a candle on his desk and light it with a match. It lit Lance's room up a little bit.
"I will put the book back in its original position, and then looking for a book myself," said Irene as she smiled playfully at Lance, holding the book and drilling into another cubicle. Soon, the candle lit up in the compartment.
Lance took a long breath. He closed the door and sat at his desk to have a rest.
As the second son of Viscount, his room was obviously larger than that of his sisters. In addition to a bed in the corner, a table and a wardrobe in the entrance, the room had two cubicles. Lance looked at the layout of his room a little and made it clear. Lance took a look on it a little. He had a clear idea for his room layout. One cubicle was a separate washroom, another one was a study. There were three rows of bookshelves in the study. In this era, having so many books like these were not common. These books were all bought by the original owner from the merchants who came from far away city that passing the castle. They were quite rare on the market.
He went to the study and looked at everything curiously.
In addition to the bookshelves, there were desks in the study. There were all kinds of tools on the desk, such as feather pen, ordinary ink and thin papers. he didn't know what material they were made of.
Lance strolled over, picked up a thin piece of paper and rubbed it. He ordered, "Scan and analyze this paper material."
⟪ [𝘍𝘰𝘹] 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳. ⟫
⟪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢. ⟫
Lance was amazed that the world has its unique features. The paper in front of him was so light and thin that it couldn't be made at a very low level of productivity.
'𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑺𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄?' Lance couldn't help thinking that. Although there were some related memories in his mind, they were not his personal experiences after all, and those memories were not very clear.
"Brother Lance, is this
Lance pretended to be calm and said, "Well, just look at the ones that suit your taste. To be honest, I don't remember much about this book."
"Really?" asked Irene with a suspicious look, "The last time I came to your room, I found that you read this book. It's only a week after that, and you say that you don't remember much about it?"
Lance began sweating. 'How can I know about these details?' He could only deal with it, sweating as he replied, "I don't remember very much. At that time, I looked through it roughly. Um, It is because I have to prepare for the teacher's test. You need to know that learning magic is very hard."
To be honest, even Lance himself couldn't believe this poor explanation. Who knows Irene nodded her head and said seriously, "Well, I know that magic is a mysterious thing. There are only a few people in the world who can become a mage. Brother Lance, fight on. I believe you can become a mage like Mr Amman."
There was a flash of warmth in Lance's heart. Irene, his younger sister, obviously cared about himself. There was not only full of enemies in the castle.
≕⫷⟩⟡⟨⫸≔
Irene finally left with
The next morning, Lance didn't even have breakfast but greeted Aunt Siri, who was in charge of Viscount's children and left the castle in a hurry.
Viscount's castle is built on a cliff with rocks and seawater under it, while the other side faces the land. The castle of the Viscount was built on the cliff of the Wangfeng mountain. Under the cliff was the reef group and the sea, while the other side was facing the land. A narrow road bridge was connecting the castle and the outside world. The town at the foot of the mountain was called Shoufeng Town, which was the largest and most prosperous of the five towns under the leadership of Viscount.
However, the destination of Lance's trip was obviously not Shoufeng Town. Because with Viscount's permission, Lance had free access to the castle and any place in the territory. He got up early in the morning to rush to the Mage Amman's residence, at the coastline, the Moonlight Tower where was two miles away from the castle.
The early morning sea breeze blew on Lance's face with a slight salty breath, and he was greedily breathed the fresh air. The environment of this world was so beautiful, hundreds of times better than the polluted earth.
He was followed by a serious-looking soldier, who was originally had the duty in charge of the castle. Hearing that Young Master Lance was going to the Moonlight Tower, he was sent by the captain of the castle patrol team to protect Lance.
Although it was known that Lance has been in the castle for a long time, this did not mean that the servants could ignore about Lance's life and death at all. On the contrary, if anything happened to Lance in these days, the furious Viscount would never spare them, so the captain of the patrol did not dare to neglect. Although there were no dangerous creatures between the castle and the Moonlight Tower, he sent the best swordsman to follow Lance.
"Your name is Polo, isn't it?" said Lance casually along the way.
The soldier replied lazily, "Yes, Sir."
"How strong is your swordsmanship?" asked Lance suddenly.
A trace of disdain flashed in Polo's eyes, but he didn't dare to make mistakes so he answered, "In the patrol, I can rank in the top three. But I'm definitely not your brother's opponent. After all, Young Master Griffin is a strong man who has the hope to light the fire. He has been promoted to Silver Swordsman since he was young."
"Oh? Really?" Lance then thought blankly. '𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆.'
"Then what swordsmanship do you know?" asked Lance.
Polo replied, "The basic kingdom's military sword technique, ⟨ Sharp Fox Sword Technique ⟩ that Viscount taught me, and some of ⟨ White Fang Sword Technique ⟩ that I learned when I was a mercenary."
"Good. Show me all those swordsmanship," said Lance calmly.
"Now?" asked Polo as he was shocked by the sudden order.
Lance nodded and said, "Now."
Bolo mumbled some sentences but did not dare to disobey Lance's order. He could only demonstrate all three of those sword techniques completely.
The two stood on the beach, minutes by minutes and seconds by seconds passed.
Ten minutes later, Polo's forehead dripped some sweat, and he put away his sword and reported, "Young Master Lance, I have demonstrated all my sword techniques."
Although he felt strange in his heart, he thought it was just a flash of Lance's desire to see swordsmanship. He didn't think of any other possibilities.
Lance had a smile on the corner of his mouth while said, "Very well, thank you. Let's go to the Moonlight Tower."
The two continued on their way.
At the bottom of Lance's heart came such a sweet voice:
⟪ 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺. ⟫
Along with this voice, three circular icons appeared in front of Lance's eyes. When he selected an icon, there was a constantly dancing figure in front of him. It's impressively Polo who demonstrating his swordsmanship before.
"⟨ Qianqi Kingdom's Basic Military Sword Technique ⟩"
"⟨ Sharp Fox Sword Technique ⟩"
"⟨ White Fang Sword Technique ⟩"
⟪ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. [𝘍𝘰𝘹] 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘢. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝟥𝟢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴. ⟫
Lance was content. This is the power of the main chip [Fox], which can scan, store, classify and analyze any data: it could scan, store, classify and analyze any data. If Lance wanted to learn these sword techniques, he could immediately use collected data to learn them most accurately. Of course, whether or not he could learn these techniques depends on [Fox]'s analysis. If these sword techniques could be done with, then Lance would consider learning one or two of them.
They walked along the beach for a while. Standing at the seaside, the Moonlight Tower appeared in front of Lance.