Alan looked at the familiar bedroom structure in front of him and smiled.
This is the room where Luo Qixi lived.
"Nine years and four months."
Senis was stunned and turned to look at Alan in surprise.
".I can't believe you are much taller than your peers. Are you already an adventurer at such a young age? That's amazing."
"That's not as good as your precious son, who can already take his sister to play in the Demon Continent at the age of ten."
Alan turned his head to look at Senis, who was half a head taller than him. The other party's expression of praise was very sincere, and the blinking of her eyelashes was full of feminine tenderness and understanding.
You can tell at first glance that he looks like a victim.
'Paul, oh Paul, you deserve to die.'
"You flatter me, ma'am. Children from poor families grow up early."
Senis smiled and pointed to the end of the corridor behind her.
"Paul told me to tell you to meet him in the study after you put your luggage away. I have to go prepare dinner."
"Thank you for your hard work, ma'am."
Alan watched Senis leave with a smile, took out the map and compass from the pocket of his swordsman's uniform, placed them on the table together with the long sword, then walked out and turned to look at the other end of the corridor.
A little head suddenly shrank back into its room, and then, with a snap, the door was closed.
Chapter 12: Letter from the Nobles, Alan's Life Story
'It may be that my body is similar to that of the school bully in my previous life, so it aroused Rudy's PTSD. Then this favorability mission will be difficult to complete. It would be better if Rudy was a girl. But that's not right. The girl in the heart of a 34-year-old butter NEET uncle...hiss...exploded.'
Alan sighed silently and walked to the door of the study.
The door of the study was open, and Paul was inside, pulling his hair with his head down, as if he was thinking about something.
Alan knocked on the door with his side hand.
"master."
Paul looked up and saw several pieces of letter paper scattered on the table.
"Oh, sit down."
Alan glanced at the stool - the stool was very far away from the table where Paul was resting his chin. The latter then picked up a pen and looked at Alan.
"Because your origins are unknown, I need to do a simple investigation on you before you become our family's swordsman."
Alan raised his eyebrows when he heard this and looked straight at Paul's face.
Seeing this, Paul quickly waved his hand, then scratched his head, looking at the ceiling, looking a little distressed.
"Don't worry, I know the rules of adventurers. After all, I used to do this. It's just a very rough investigation. After all, it involves the safety of my child. Please understand."
Alan's expression changed, as if he suddenly became interested. With a smile on his face, he relaxed and leaned back in the chair.
"Please ask."
"Um, your name?"
"Alan."
Paul paused with his pen in his hand, then nodded slowly and continued asking.
"Can you tell me your age?"
Alan looked at the pen in Paul's hand and smiled indifferently.
"Nine years and four months."
Paul blinked.
"Regular Activities"
"Around the capital of Asura."
Paul seemed to feel his throat was dry and swallowed.
"Swordsman level?"
"The only title that has been awarded so far is Water God Style - Superior."
Paul scratched his head with his pen and smiled after a long while.
"I see your clothes are very tattered. I guess you haven't had any income for a long time. When did you lose your money in the maze?"
Alan said with a smile.
"My Lord, last November."
After hearing this, Paul took a deep breath and showed a relieved expression. He looked up at Alan, his expression softened, and his words inexplicably carried a hint of intimacy.
"Okay, then Alan, you stay here for now. Let's have dinner together later. Senis's cooking skills are pretty good."
Alan narrowed his eyes at him.
"Any questions, sir?"
Paul hesitated and then shook his head.
"You, um, no, you can go back to your room and rest for a while, or go play with Rudy. Although you are taller, you are only four years older than him."
Alan stood up.
"Then I'll go out first?"
"Well, go ahead."
After Paul finished speaking, his eyes were a little dazed. When he saw Alan's back holding the door with his hand, he lowered his head and took out a blank piece of letter paper.
With a click, the door was closed.
Paul then began to write.
But before he had finished writing half of the first word, a lazy voice floated over from in front of him.
"Uncle Paul, who are you writing to?"
Paul's pupils constricted and he looked up in surprise.
Alan was leaning against the closed door, looking at him quietly.
A few months ago, Allen's system prompt suddenly popped up, reminding him that his participation in the "Re:Zero" event had increased by 2 points. Allen was very surprised at the time.
Because he had just started to go to Buena Village, the people and things he had come into contact with in the royal capital before had nothing to do with the major events that happened in his childhood. How could they improve his childhood scores?
Now, the source of the problem has been found.
It seems that someone has 'known' him for a long time.
Alan walked towards the slightly flustered Paul, and when he got close, he looked at Paul's desk with interest.
There was a letter covered with handwriting on the desk. The handwriting was neat and the font was ornate, which was commonly used by nobles. However, the letter paper itself was a bit old and did not look like it was written recently.
Alan narrowed his eyes and reached out to pick up the letter to read it rudely.
Paul's expression changed and he subconsciously stood up and tried to grab Alan's hand.
At the moment when Paul was about to grab his wrist, Allen put his index and middle fingers together, pressed the sides of his fingers against Paul's palm, and gently stroked it.
His fingers swam like fish, breaking free from Paul's palm lock and throwing his hand aside.
Paul missed his grasp, his body tilted, and he fell on the table due to inertia.
He watched Alan pick up the letter with two fingers, lift it from in front of him, and mutter to himself.
"Water God Flow - Secret of Flow"
Alan held the letter in the air in front of his eyes, his eyes moved, and he looked at the contents of the letter seriously.
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Paul,
How are you doing lately? I guess you are enjoying your happy life in the countryside with your wife.
I am writing to you now because I have something I want to ask of you.
It's about my eldest son in the royal capital - Alan Boreas Greyrat. I wonder if you still remember that I wrote you a letter when the child was born.
At that time, he had just opened his eyes not long ago when James took him to the capital to raise him as his own child. This was the price that the loser in the competition for the next head of the family should pay.
This is also the tradition of Boreas, in order to avoid too much infighting within the tribe.
But I couldn't help it and once took advantage of the mayor's work report to secretly visit him without my father's knowledge.
After all, he is the first offspring of me, Philip Boreas Greyrat, left in this world.
Ironically, I don't even have the right to give him a name.
You can take this opportunity to laugh at me. After all, I am usually the one who is looking down on you and ridiculing you. It's only fair.
Back to Alan, this kid is different from me. He is very outstanding and has shown outstanding talent in kendo at a young age.
When I saw him from afar, he was the center of attention in the crowd, accepting James' praise, but his expression was not a trace of pride or timidity, but very steady.
His contradictory temperament of calmness and sharpness made me a little dazed. His expression was somewhat similar to his father's, but not exactly the same. I couldn't help but wonder, is this really the child born to me, Philip?
But one thing is beyond doubt.
He should grow up with flowers and applause, instead of following a loser like me and staying in Fitoya Territory to be the son of some crappy mayor.
But when I looked at him, I couldn't help but wonder if I had been the winner in the battle with James for the position of the heir, would it be me standing in front of him at this moment?
I'm jealous of James. He shouldn't
I have talked about some irrelevant things without realizing it, so I will stop here and get back to the topic.
A month ago, Alan disappeared on his way to study at the Magic University.
At least on the surface, the news released was that the person was missing.
James seemed to have no intention of looking for him again, but I was very worried about his safety.
Therefore, I asked the guard at home, who is also your former teammate, Sword King Gileno, to investigate the place where Alan disappeared, Red Dragon Upper Jaw.
But now ten days have passed and still nothing has been found.
I smell a conspiracy.
I wanted to ask Gilenu to use her connections from her adventurer days to find out something, but she apologized and told me that connections were beyond her ability and asked me to ask you for help.
Here, I would like to ask you to use your connections as an adventurer to help me find out where he is.
His facial features are very strong, his eyebrows are almost identical to his father's, and he also inherited my brown hair and Hilda's gray eyes, making him very conspicuous and easy to identify in the crowd.
If you have any relevant news, please be sure to inform me. If anyone has seen a similar person, please help me pass the message and tell the other party to keep that person stable, and then pass the message to me and wait for my confirmation.
Please understand that I cannot hire people to search for him in a high-profile manner. This is not in line with my position.
After all, his 'biological father' was James.
I'm sorry that you saw my weak side.
It's nice to be in person.
Philip.
——
Alan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar name in the last line and fell silent.
Paul on the side just looked at him, scratching his head, not knowing what to say.
Chapter 13: Fitting in with Paul's family, but Rudy has objections
After a long while, Paul saw that Alan had not moved, so he spoke carefully.
"Alan, um, this letter was received last year. I know this may be a little hard for you to accept, but in fact your father is indeed..."
"I know James is not my biological father."
Paul was stunned and looked at Allen, who looked indifferent.
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