Chapter 7, The Woman Who Upsets the World

On the afternoon of the second day, Richard left the Black Rose Castle, surrounded by a small group of cavalry, heading west. After that day's dinner, he did not see Gordon again until leaving Ashan. The meeting with his father seemed simpler and colder than he had imagined. Richard had no expectations for the meeting, yet for some reason, he felt a subtle sense of loss as he departed from Ashan. The numerous siblings made him realize that he was merely an ordinary child of his father. Richard had no expectations for the meeting, yet for some reason, he felt a subtle sense of loss as he departed from Ashan. The numerous siblings made him realize that he was merely an ordinary child of his father.

The silent journey lasted a full twenty days, even longer than the journey there. Along the way, we traversed the Dark Forest, crossed the second longest river on the continent, the Roman River, walked for another ten days along the Pale Mountains, passed through the territories of over ten nobles, and passed by a grand duchy before finally arriving at our destination, the territory of the legendary archmage Su Helen, the Magic Tower of Deep Blue

However, that is still not enough. Su Helen continued, "The two planes in that little guy Gerdon's hands are quite good; I want the profits from ten years, either one will do."

Those who see her for the first time cannot possibly associate such a young and beautiful woman with the legendary sorceress. Yet, even the youngest of magicians knows that Deep Blue has been established for over 100 years

"So, you still bear the surname Ackermond, whether you admit it or not," said Gerdon. At this point, he had finished all the main courses, waved his hand, and ten maids came up in a stream to clear away the used dishes, then replaced them with brand new tableware and served up to seven varieties of desserts.

Gordon suddenly restrained his thunderous voice, revealing a charming smile, and said: "As long as you have enough power, you can do whatever you want, whether it is meaningful or completely absurd, just like this." Saying this, Gordon summoned a maid, reached out, and violently tore at the fabric of her dress at the chest, ripping the entire garment in half, leaving her completely naked in an instant. The maid instinctively let out a gasp, but immediately swallowed the subsequent scream, placing her hands obediently at her sides, showing no intention of covering her exposed breasts and abdomen.

At this moment, Richard stands in the magical hall of Su Helen, a space that is nothing short of enchanting. The walls and floor, made of an unknown material, are primarily deep azure blue, glistening and smooth, resembling jade and crystal. At a glance, one seems to see deep into the space, yet it feels as if nothing can be fully discerned. Various colored light bands swirl around the floor and walls, moving in a seemingly random manner, akin to a group of playful fish, vibrant and seemingly alive.

What shall we do tonight? Is it to seize a dragon, or to seize a dragon, or to seize several dragons? The beautiful legendary mage is troubled in her own way

However, Richard was eating quite a lot, as he was at a stage of growth, and children in the mountains generally have a larger appetite. Gordon was quite pleased upon seeing this and said, "Only by eating more can one grow faster. Richard, your mother must have some wishes for you to fulfill, right?"

Hmph, every year there are dozens of geniuses wanting to learn magic from me! I even have to turn down three or four divine favored ones.

Gordon elegantly and swiftly resolved the dessert while saying: "Say something useless. Even the most seasoned nobles cannot find fault with my etiquette. Yet those old aristocrats still consider me a parvenu. As for another prominent figure, whom we all call 'Bloodthirsty Philip', his favorite dish is raw monster meat, which must be cut from the living creature no more than one hour after slaughter. If it is a rare variety, the time limit can be extended to one day, and this esteemed gentleman prefers to tear the meat apart with his own hands before eating it. However, those nobles still acknowledge that he possesses true noble demeanor. Do you know why that is?"

Your father has already "sold" the next few years of your life to me. The word "sold" was spoken ambiguously by the legendary mage, and even Richard, who does not possess a listening skill above level seven, could not hear it clearly; even if he had, he would not understand its meaning for the time being. Just moments ago, while the archmage and the maniac were haggling, the young man was enduring the onslaught of the magical tide, completely unaware of everything happening outside.

This is a small reception room within the inner fortress, located in the opposite wing of the dining hall, reserved solely for family use. The decor here is splendid and luxurious, in stark contrast to the dark and cold atmosphere of the entire castle. The reception room is warm and bright, with fixed lighting magic providing daylight-like brightness, and numerous candles held in magnificent large suspended candelabras, which not only enhance the visual effect but also add just the right amount of warmth. On the sofas to the left and right of Richard sit his siblings. To be specific, there are two younger brothers and six sisters. Richard never imagined he would have such a large number of siblings, and this is only counting those from the same father but different mothers. If m.hetushu.com is considered, the number of cousins with the Ackermond bloodline would surely be even more substantial.

Richard raised his head at this moment, meeting Gordon's gaze, and said firmly: "My name is Richard"

However, Richard quietly clenched his fist, his nails even piercing the palm of his hand. Two images overlapped before his eyes: one of numerous siblings, and the other of roaring flames.

From today onwards, you will be my student. You must execute all my commands word for word, regardless of what they are. Helen's voice was authoritative and cold

This is a dark expanse of the ocean, devoid of light, with dark currents swirling beneath, capable of silently engulfing a giant whale at any moment. If Richard were to fall into this ocean, he would be instantly consumed, leaving not even a ripple. Yet, at this very moment, Richard stands upon the surface of the sea

Su Helen, seemingly lost in thought, slowly said: "The little fellow is actually able to establish a connection with the magic pool of my magical hall, which is quite impressive. Well, learning magic alongside me can be considered passable."

Richard remained silent, unsure of what to say. His siblings showed no intention of conversing with him, merely fixating on him with fiery gazes; some were sharp and icy, as if they wished to pierce him with a hole, while others radiated heat, as if they longed to swallow him whole

Richard's small face was pale; how could one speak of murder in such a nonchalant tone? Yet everyone in the restaurant, from the servants to the knights, appeared unfazed, as if the master had merely mentioned adding some game to the menu, a matter of no significance. It was only at this moment that Richard vaguely sensed a subtle atmosphere permeating the castle. It seemed to be the faint scent of blood accumulated over many years. It was only at this moment that Richard vaguely sensed a subtle atmosphere permeating the castle. It seemed to be the faint scent of blood accumulated over many years

Soon, Richard met Su Helen, a woman who embodied the roles of a legendary mage, a guardian of the Holy Alliance, and a dragon slayer, and she was also the mentor chosen for him by Godon

It was only when Richard truly stood before Su Helen that he realized she had never agreed to teach him; this trip was entirely a one-sided wish of Gordon.

The Crystal Throne is incredibly dazzling, so much so that even a child like Richard, who knows nothing, can recognize its value. However, the true worth of this magical hall is a hundred times that of the Crystal Throne. The abyssal crystals, typically used by wizards to inlay their staffs, are instead used here for flooring and wall construction

Therefore, since your surname is Acheron, it is unfortunate that you must become powerful, become even stronger! With strength, the world will be a paradise for you, but without power, everywhere is hell! At that time, you need not concern yourself with whether you grew up in the mountains or were born in the most magnificent castle, nor do you need to pretend like I do now. These are all illusions, and they hold no significance for you at present; you only need to become strong! Because you bear the surname Acheron, the blood of Acheron flows through your veins! As long as you have this surname, people will have high expectations of you, and if you are merely stronger than the average person, you will disappoint everyone. "Gordon's voice grew louder, eventually sounding like thunder crashing in his ears, leaving young Richard dizzy and disoriented. As long as you have this surname, people will have high expectations of you, and if you are merely stronger than the average person, you will disappoint everyone. "Gordon's voice grew louder, eventually sounding like thunder crashing in his ears, leaving young Richard dizzy and disoriented

At one end of the hall, there was a throne carved from a single piece of natural crystal, upon which Su Helen sat. The height of her footrest was nearly at Mordred's chin, surpassing Richard's head, truly placing her high above all. Yet, due to her legendary status, no one found this to be disrespectful. Su Helen's golden hair was casually styled, and her court-style low-cut gown revealed her entire shoulder and a large expanse of her snow-white chest. Her skin was so fair and tender that it was hard to believe, evoking an irresistible urge to bite any part of her. Naturally, the most desired area would be her full bosom, followed by her face. She appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, her small face serene and dignified, exuding a classical beauty as she sat upon the towering crystal throne, resembling a goddess newly arrived.

Mordred, with a serious expression, revealed his trump card: "The young master carries the bloodline of Ackermond, and its purity is nearly indistinguishable from that of the adult. At least among this generation of Ackermond, no one can compare."

Richard nodded this time, understanding a little.

At the meeting, Richard sat in the high-backed chair, his body as stiff as a statue, his eyes slightly raised towards the sky, with his gaze fixed motionlessly on the mural above the door.

Gordon smiled and said, "You are very fortunate because your surname is Ackermond; you are also very unfortunate, precisely because your surname is Ackermond"

In the next moment, Richard touched a sea of magic!

Little Richard hesitated for a moment and finally said: "No." Now, he somewhat understands the intentions of some mothers.

The brothers sit to the left of Richard, while the sisters occupy the right side, with Richard positioned right in the center, enduring the fiery gaze of scrutiny, resembling a rare beast awaiting dissection. In stark contrast to the statue-like Richard, the siblings are much more boisterous and unruly.

The dining hall is not the largest restaurant within the Black Rose Fortress, but its scale certainly reaches a ducal level. The hall, soaring to a height of fifteen meters, is extremely lofty and dim. Although the walls are filled with torches, the flames struggle to illuminate the frescoes on the dome. The dining table is twenty meters long, and Richard, dressed in the finery of a noble boy, sits at one end of the table, gazing across the table, which can accommodate thirty diners, at his father from a distance.

"Yes," Richard replied. On the way, he had already learned about the responsibilities and obligations of a magic apprentice

Gordon's gaze was as clear as water, yet few could meet his eyes. However, Richard held his head high, showing no sign of retreat.

Richard gripped the knife and fork in his hands, no longer caring about the piece of food that had fallen from the fork's tip into the plate in a most undignified manner. He stared blankly at the man across from him, who maintained an incredibly elegant posture yet erupted with a deafening shout that was completely incongruous with his demeanor

You may trample at will! This statement hardly seems like something the serious, stern, and bloodthirsty Mordred would say. In fact, it is the original words of the Marquis. However, when Mordred spoke, he still wore that solemn expression; perhaps there is a slight difference between his inner self and his outward demeanor.

Gordon did not force Richard, but merely said: "Regardless of what your mother's wishes may be, it is surely not easy to fulfill them. I will not directly assist you, nor will I grant you power. However, I will provide you with ample opportunities to become stronger. As for how far you can go, that entirely depends on you. I hope that one day, you can speak loudly in front of me"

He was a man of peculiar charm, always wearing a smile. His meticulously styled hair and dense short beard formed an indispensable part of his appearance. Time had left subtle traces on his face, with fine lines creeping up the corners of his eyes. His deep green eyes were clear and pure, yet they gave those who gazed into them an almost overwhelming sensation. He sat casually, skillfully carving the roasted lamb chops on his plate, eating quickly and occasionally sipping a glass of red wine. His movements possessed a strange rhythm; in fact, even the most fastidious etiquette expert would find no fault in his demeanor. Of course, he ate too quickly and perhaps a bit too much. However, his elegance made it difficult to notice that within just a few breaths, several kilograms of lamb chops had already vanished.

In the future, he will come to a deeper understanding that the number of people who wish to smash things in the face of Marquis Gordon is countless

He is a very elegant and charming man, and Richard cannot help but acknowledge this, even though he desperately wants to throw the silver platter in his hand and smash it against this man's face

The adult said, "Please, for the sake of our past relationship, kindly take care to teach the young master with great care."

What a remarkable understanding!

Richard's expression changed, and he fell silent, opting for a default response. However, he did not intend to reveal the content of his wish to Gordon; he would only disclose it on the day the wish was fulfilled

At this moment, Mordred was earnestly discussing Richard's tuition fees with Su Helen

Su Helen gently waved her hand, and the eighteen mages of level twelve and above standing in the hall immediately retreated quietly, leaving only Su Helen and Richard, who was still struggling against the onslaught of magical energy. Although his clothes were already soaked with sweat, Richard still held on without collapsing, the resilience he had cultivated since childhood finally showing its effect at this moment

Su Helen eagerly scanned the map of the planes, noting the markings of over a dozen dragons, and decided to raid a few dragon lairs to celebrate her splendid mood today

Mordred's lips twitched slightly, and he finally nodded. This had slightly exceeded the bottom line set by Godon, but it was still somewhat acceptable. In the entire world system, Norland is not only one of the primary planes but also a relatively high-level primary plane. According to the laws of spatial time, the flow of time in Norland is often slower than that in secondary planes. A decade in Norland may equate to hundreds of years in other planes. Originally, the bottom line set by the Marquis was already incredibly generous, as it represented half of Godon's profits, which would inevitably impact his future expansion plans. It is important to note that Godon's next target is to establish a presence in the imperial capital, the legendary city of Fushide. To gain a foothold in such a place, no matter how ample the material preparations are, it is never excessive.

However, Su Helen then said: "At the next prayer ceremony of the Eternal Dragon Temple, I will provide some assistance to Little Gedun"

"That is!" Mordred said with a smile. However, what he was really thinking was that this was a magical hall entirely crafted from deep abyss crystal! The intensity of the magic was something even a knight of pure martial prowess like him could feel; what could be so difficult about it? This excuse was rather far-fetched.

The legendary mage on the crystal throne gently flicked his fingers, causing two rings to collide and emit a sound like "ding." The magical tide hidden in the underground mana pool gradually calmed, and the endless illusions in Richard's mind also dissipated. When the entire focus of the magical tide was concentrated on young Richard, even though he was a magical simpleton, he could still display "extraordinary" magical talent. This was a minor trick, which Mordred would certainly notice, and Su Helen had no intention of concealing it. Other more sophisticated and subtle methods and excuses were not absent; it was just that she was simply too lazy to employ them.

Richard shook his head; he was utterly ignorant of the world of nobility. All his knowledge came from Mordred, and this knight was clearly not a competent teacher

The bathing and changing of clothes quickly came to an end, and Richard lay down on the bed, with an hour left to rest. Although the fatigue from the long journey still lingered, he found it impossible to calm his noisy mind. During the bath, two maids were present the entire time, and young Richard completed the whole process without lifting a finger. In fact, he had tried to refuse and struggle before, but was easily subdued by the maids. They appeared delicate, yet their strength surpassed that of the village chief, rendering young Richard completely incapable of resistance. He obediently allowed them to wash him from head to toe, even cleaning every inch from the roots of his hair to the seams of his ears.

The destination is a dining hall located in the inner fortress, and there is a considerable distance from the guest room to it. Following the lead of the maid, Richard's impression is one of vastness and darkness. All the buildings are exceedingly tall, so that although the long and winding passage is illuminated, it fails to reach every corner, leaving large areas of shadow, flickering silhouettes, and even darkness that the eye cannot penetrate. As for the outdoor section they passed through earlier, the dappled light filtering through the dense foliage further disturbs the line of sight, causing one's nerves to involuntarily tense up. All the buildings are exceedingly tall, so that although the long and winding passage is illuminated, it fails to reach every corner, leaving large areas of shadow, flickering silhouettes, and even darkness that the eye cannot penetrate. As for the outdoor section they passed through earlier, the dappled light filtering through the dense foliage further disturbs the line of sight, causing one's nerves to involuntarily tense up.

The originally composed and dignified legendary mage's eyes suddenly brightened, causing the entire magic hall to flicker as if a giant dragon had seen jewels. Her tone remained calm and unhurried, but everyone could see that it was merely a facade: "So what can I do?"

This castle seems to be permeated with a faint aura, lingering around him, entwining with every step he takes. It evokes a deep-seated sense of repulsion and discomfort within his soul, yet he finds himself unable to articulate it.

Richard sat upright, making an effort to straighten his back, awkwardly handling the food before him. The meal was lavish; the culinary delights from the Great Kitchen of Black Rose Castle were renowned far and wide, boasting the finest red meat chefs and pastry chefs in the entire peninsula. However, Richard had no idea what the food he was putting into his mouth tasted like. He had never been trained in etiquette, and it was evident from his grip on the knife and fork that he hailed from the countryside, completely unaware of the many rules governing noble dining. Yet, after changing his clothes, young Richard looked exceptionally handsome, his composed and melancholic demeanor bearing some resemblance to Gordon. Many of the maids, flowing in and out like a stream, were secretly glancing at young Richard. Richard was now considered a youth, and in a year or two, he would possess the charm of a man.

The team headed west, escorting Richard was still Mordred. During this journey, the knight spoke much less, often not exchanging a few words of casual conversation throughout the entire day

Both boys were younger than Richard, yet their gazes were filled with raw curiosity, contempt, and hostility—everything except familial affection. Their stares made the hair on the back of Richard's neck stand up; he only felt this way when sensing a murderous intent. The six sisters varied in age, the eldest already proclaiming her identity as a young woman with her swollen chest, while the youngest might not even be five years old. Their gazes were much more complex, filled with curiosity, but more so with scrutiny and hesitation. The two eldest girls huddled together, whispering about something, glancing at Richard from time to time, occasionally bursting into laughter that was somewhat audacious and laden with ambiguity. Their gazes contained more raw elements, which Richard did not yet understand, but he was certain it had nothing to do with sibling affection. However, it would not be long before Richard realized that such looks were those of women eyeing a man they wished to bed.

It is extremely unwise to discuss numbers with a legendary mage, so Mordred immediately changed the subject, throwing out the second card: "Young Master Richard possesses extraordinary magical talent"

Space possesses power; vast spaces invariably exert substantial pressure on individuals

Even a poor reason can be considered a reason. Even if Mordred saw through Su Helen's wrist, he did not dare to speak it out. This is the crux of the matter

Later, Richard learned that the ten minutes spent meeting his siblings at https://www.hetushu.com was, in fact, a ritual representing his recognition of possessing the bloodline of Ackermond, thus becoming a member of the Ackermond family. This ritual also provided the members of Ackermond with the opportunity for mutual recognition and selection.

At long last, only Su Helen remained in the Magic Hall. If she waited any longer, she was unsure whether she would be able to suppress her laughter. The legendary mage's beautiful face displayed unrestrained joy as she swiftly opened a magical scroll. The image projected from the scroll formed a three-dimensional magical map, densely populated with magical symbols marking hundreds of dimensional coordinates.

And her other well-known motto is: "I may not be the strongest, but I will definitely be the wealthiest"

It was not until this moment that Mordred recalled a prefix title quietly circulating among the top figures of the alliance, "the Bloodsucking..."

Richard steadied his breath, slowly raised his head, and met Su Helen's gaze. He was momentarily taken aback; although Su Helen was lofty and her imposing presence was far more powerful and dangerous than any ferocious beast he had ever encountered, this exquisite young woman, who appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old and had a tender, plump figure that made one want to take a bite, was to be his teacher from now on

Her hands, crossed and resting on her knees, were adorned with long finger sleeves on each finger, crafted from magical gold and embellished with various gemstones and intricate patterns. In fact, those patterns were micro-engraved magical arrays, with the gemstones set at the array points, all of which were rare magical gems that existed only in legends. To those knowledgeable in the field, each of these finger sleeves was an immensely powerful magical artifact, perhaps nearing the status of a divine tool. Yet, Su Helen had filled all ten of her fingers with them! Moreover, her earrings, necklace, and even the ribbon binding her hair were all similar magical equipment to the finger sleeves

He suddenly felt that his mother's death was so meaningless

Gordon first smiled, then sighed, saying: "Your personality is very similar to your mother's! But she never mentioned that your name is Richard Moon Song, did she?" Although it was a question, it still carried a declarative tone

After elegantly and magically consuming over twenty kilograms of lamb chops, Marquis Gordon wiped his mouth with a snow-white napkin and smiled. His mouth was quite large, and when he smiled, a full row of snow-white teeth was revealed, gleaming to the point of being somewhat dazzling

Gordon waved his hand, and only then did the maid dare to pick up her clothes, yet she did not dare to use them to cover her body. She maintained the same posture as usual, kneeling to pay her respects, and then retreated from the dining hall, only daring to turn around in the corridor. She feared that if she ran in a manner deemed inappropriate, she might find herself in an even more tragic situation. Indeed, she heard Gordon's voice behind her: "Richard, I originally wanted to show you someone I could kill, but I was in a bad mood recently and have already killed everyone I could. Speaking of which, there are quite a few spies that other nobles have placed here! It's a pity I couldn't control my temper back then, and now there is no one left to kill."

What about the interest

The cold and the fierce fire intertwined, further confusing Richard's mind. From the moment he left Rutherland Village, no, even from the beginning of the Enlightenment ceremony, everything felt like a dream, and the world seemed extremely unreal. Amidst the chaos, a knock on the door sounded; it was time for dinner.

The past affections? Hmm, I remember now, the marquis from your family still owes me a lot of materials that have not been paid for

Because this 'Bloodthirsty Philip' is none other than His Imperial Majesty, the greatest Emperor of our Holy Alliance Empire! The power he wields is so formidable and his temperament so capricious that the old, true nobles are reluctant to provoke him. Moreover, having such a prominent figure within one's circle brings numerous tangible benefits. These benefits are so substantial that they are utterly impossible to refuse.

Standing in the Hall of Magic, Richard suddenly felt a significant expansion of his perceptual abilities, as strands of energy began to flow into his body through certain peculiar channels. As these thread-like forces entered his body, they were gradually absorbed by Richard. At that moment, a sound resembling shattering glass suddenly echoed in his consciousness, as if some barrier had been broken, allowing his previously constrained perception to completely disperse. As these thread-like forces entered his body, they were gradually absorbed by Richard. At that moment, a sound resembling shattering glass suddenly echoed in his consciousness, as if some barrier had been broken, allowing his previously constrained perception to completely disperse.

Richard nodded without saying a word

And now, Little Richard has held back, not for himself, but for his mother. Until now, he still does not understand the meaning of his mother's wish, but his determination, patience, and wisdom make him aware that in the not-too-distant future, he will comprehend the deeper significance of this wish.

The sudden disorientation of perception immediately turned Richard's face pale, and his body began to tremble involuntarily; however, this sensation felt so real that he was at a loss to determine.

The most important task has been successfully completed, and Modred is about to leave. As he departs, he can no longer resist glancing back at Richard, his gaze filled with complexity

Richard did not understand Gerdon's words, but half an hour later, he realized that meeting with siblings was indeed very interesting. A deeper meaning, however, would only be understood years later, and he would come to appreciate it profoundly.

The meeting did not last long, only ten minutes. However, Richard felt as if an entire day had passed, a very long day indeed. It was only when the butler led him out of the reception room that he realized his linen shirt was completely soaked through.

When the total revenue of a certain plane accumulated over more than one hundred years is piled together, regardless of its shape, anyone who sees it will have a complex expression.

At this moment, Richard's unusual behavior was also noticed by Su Helen and Mordred

The guest room where Richard resided was not large, yet it reached a height of five meters, with a narrow, tall window situated three meters up, allowing the daylight to filter in. The walls were constructed of obsidian, left unpolished to retain their original appearance from the time of extraction. The rough wall surface was adorned with tapestries and shields, the tapestry being a deep, dark red, which Richard could not help but think resembled dried blood. The room was exceedingly dim; without torchlight, even at noon, visibility would be somewhat blurred. Lying on the bed, Richard felt an eerie atmosphere emanating from the floor, the walls, and every corner. Yet, there was fire coursing through his veins, ignited by the two maidens who had been secretly giggling at the time. The astute Richard sensed that they were being intentional.

Like the main course, Richard had no idea what the dessert tasted like when he finished it all. He struggled to suppress the turmoil in his stomach, preventing the ingested food from rising back up. This was difficult to achieve; once the metallic taste was detected, it became increasingly distinct, lingering at the tip of his nose

Dimensional time

Upon returning to Ashan, the knights of the brigade disbanded on the spot to rest, while Mordred took young Richard into the Black Rose Castle and temporarily settled him in a guest room. This guest room was located in the outer fortress. Subsequently, two young maidservants brought fresh clothes and accessories, and filled the wooden tub in the bathroom with hot water. The Marquis of Gordon arranged to meet Richard for dinner, but before that, he needed to bathe, change his clothes, and take a good rest

Su Helen snapped her fingers again, and two high-ranking mages entered, taking Richard down. After Su Helen acknowledged his status as a student, Richard displayed sufficient respect and the humility expected of an apprentice, refraining from looking directly at the legendary mage, as that would be quite impolite. Thus, Richard did not notice the unusual gaze emanating from behind the legendary mage's beautiful, cold demeanor, which still bore a hint of youthful innocence.

Only when Richard stood before the Deep Blue did he truly understand the grandeur of a magic tower over five hundred meters high. This was not merely a standalone structure; the entire complex, dominated by deep blue hues, extended along a branch of the Everwinter Mountains down to the Ice Floe Bay. The main building exemplified typical Gothic style, adorned with intricate and exquisite carvings on its flying buttresses. Striking spires and pointed arches stood tall, while colorful elemental clouds and arcane energies swirled and flowed around the pinnacles, giving the entire magic tower an appearance of soaring and transcending into the sky

Gordon pondered for a moment and said, "I will find you a teacher, and for the next few years, you will study with her. I hope that when you come back to see me again, you will be able to surprise me. This is not only for me, but also for yourself and for your mother. Now, go meet your siblings; it will be a very interesting encounter."

Richard merely nodded without speaking. He could tell that Gerdon was using a narrative tone, indicating that this statement did not require a response

Your name is Richard

This gaze is very similar to that of an Alaskan polar bear when it sees its favorite delicacy, the king salmon, both filled with drool and longing.

No, it's Norland time

Mordred felt a sense of relief, as this aligned with the bottom line communicated by the marquis. However, he soon experienced a strange feeling; such a significant matter had not undergone much probing or the back-and-forth of negotiation, yet both parties swiftly reached an agreement on the bottom line.

In the restaurant, in addition to the steward and several male servants, there were also a few guards and ten knights, who stood quietly against the wall, resembling statues. Among them was Mordred, who had brought Richard from Rutherland. At that moment, the statues came to life; of course, they still maintained their standard standing posture, but their gazes brazenly fell upon the naked maid. Her appearance was not particularly beautiful, but her youth imbued her body with vitality and allure. At that moment, the statues came to life; of course, they still maintained their standard standing posture, but their gazes brazenly fell upon the naked maid. Her appearance was not particularly beautiful, but her youth imbued her body with vitality and allure

Has the principal amount been fully paid?

Richard was dumbfounded; the impact of this scene was simply too intense for him, as he was still just a ten-year-old child. The resilience he had developed from a young age came into play, and he gripped the knife and fork tightly, preventing them from slipping from his hands.