The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

When the sun began to set, the housekeeper sent Neo away, and Charles returned to the house with Mordred and Aalto. The kind-hearted old man was waiting for them in the dining room.

Although the old man who called himself Lorenzo did not reveal his identity, Charles had learned from other sources that this man was the chief steward of the Lord of Mason City.

Mason City is not the king's direct city, but the territory of an earl here. The struggle for ownership of the southern city of the kingdom can run throughout the kingdom's history.

Today is the D+10 day. Charles and Mordred have been disguising themselves for several days. Except for the difficulty in learning etiquette on the first day, everything else makes Lorenzo very satisfied.

"Sit down and eat." Lorenzo said, pointing to the roast pork leg on the table.

"You did a good job today, too." Lorenzo started his day's routine summary, "No one saw through you, and the price of the crystal was raised as I requested."

Speaking of which, the butler of the mansion here walked behind Charles and the other three, and placed two gold coins in front of each of them.

"This is a reward for your excellent work." After Lorenzo finished speaking, he left, leaving only the three of them and the butler in the restaurant.

Although Charles is now a young and rich earl in front of others, in Lorenzo's eyes he is just a very good tool. It was impossible for him to eat with Charles and the others.

After Aunt Aalto stuffed the gold coins in front of her into a place where they could hide them, she started to cut the roast pork leg with a knife and distributed them to Charles and Mordred.

"Eat more." Aunt Aalto put the large pieces of barbecue on the plates in front of Charles and Mordred, and Charles shook his head helplessly.

Every day when they eat, Aunt Aalto, who is in charge of dividing the meal, always distributes a large amount of meat to Charles and the two of them, which makes them hungry every time. In her words, it is rare to have such delicious meat, so take advantage of this opportunity to eat more.

In the past few days, Mordred's little face is not as thin as it used to be, and his body like ribs has begun to grow a little more flesh.

Because there was a housekeeper who was watching over them, the three of them didn't say much at the dinner table, they just devoured their food on their own.

The three people's eating habits were naturally incompatible with the elegance advocated by the nobles. Under the contemptuous eyes of the butler, the three of them sat on the chairs for a while, and then left the restaurant together.

When it comes to acting and doing the whole set, Lorenzo arranged the lives of the three of them according to the standard of a real count. The bedrooms of the three of them are shared, with Charles sleeping in the master bedroom, Mordred sleeping in the servant room, and Aunt Aalto sleeping in the adjoining guard room.

After scrubbing back, Charles coaxed Mordred onto the bed.

"Do you want to hear a new story today or continue the story from last night?" Charles asked while covering Mordred with the quilt.

"Continue the story of last night." Mordred replied.

So Charles picked up the copy of "The King of Knights" on the bedside table - which was taken from the study of the house - opened the bookmarked page, and began to read the progress of the previous night.

"The King of Knights is waiting in front of the monster's lair, in the dark forest, her ears are listening..."

Mordred, who was asleep at some point, snored softly. Charles, who was sitting beside the bed, clipped the bookmark, put the book back on the bedside table, and gently stuffed Mordred's hand back into the quilt. Help her to re-tuck the quilt.

After walking out of Mordred's room, Charles heard soft singing from Aunt Aalto's room next door. Although he didn't know where the folk song was, he could hear that the people who sang were full of joy and expectations for the future life.

The door of the room was ajar, and Charles saw Aunt Aalto sitting on the bed and counting gold coins.

Because of their outstanding performance these days, Lorenzo rewarded them with a lot of gold coins.

Although the fake hair on her head had no detection function, Aunt Aalto still felt Charles who was watching her count money outside the door.

Aunt Aalto waved to Charles and motioned him to come into the room.

Aunt Aalto in pajamas would be pretty good if she didn't look at her face. She was an adventurer with a good figure. Although her back muscles are not as good as the original, but her pectoral muscles are two streets away from the original.

Aunt Aalto asked Charles to sit beside the bed, and then asked, "How is your aunt's character, can you trust her?"

Although Charles and Cassandra only got along for a few hours, he still replied: "It's good, the manager of the hotel opposite the Adventurer's Guild trusts her very much, she said she would let us be there as a bailiff. Work, the store manager agreed immediately."

Lorenzo and the people behind him found someone to pretend to be Charles, and there was a person who couldn't avoid it, and that was Cassandra who appeared as someone's aunt. After Lorenzo promised Cassandra to keep silent, Cassandra also made a request of her own, that is, let her visit someone every other day.

Aunt Aalto nodded when she heard the words, "Then it should be fine if I ask her to help me send the money away."

"To whom?" Charles asked curiously. He only knew that the aunt who had been found from far away was a former adventurer, and he didn't know anything else.

"My son." Aunt Aalto's face was shining with maternal love at this time, "He studied in Knowledge City, but life there is very expensive, so I want to send him the money."

Charles agrees with Aunt Aalto's statement in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He has long heard that there is a place with a high level of consumption, and learning is also a very resource-intensive thing.

While talking about her son, Aunt Aalto put the gold coins on the bed back into a bag. The bag was silk, with a white horse embroidered on it.

Finding Charles looking at her money bag, Aunt Aalto said, "This bag was left by the child's father. He saved a big businessman before, and then the businessman gave him the bag."

"Alas..." Aunt Aalto sighed when he said that, "Unfortunately, when the child was young, his father joined others in a mission to slay the followers of the Heretic God in order to make money, and he never came back."

"After that, I stopped being an adventurer. I took the money I saved and took my child back to my hometown. Then I usually farmed and sometimes hunted, and I raised my child like this."

"If the child hadn't written back last time to say that he liked a good set of armor, and I didn't have that much money on hand, I wouldn't have taken on this task."

Perhaps it was because of the accumulation of too much pressure in the past few days, Aunt Aalto was there nagging the parents' shortcoming to change her mood.

Charles acted as a loyal listener on the side, responding to each other's words from time to time.

After a long time, Charles said goodbye and left Aunt Aalto's room.

After Aunt Aalto put the purse under the pillow, she knelt down in front of the bed and folded her hands together, and started the evening prayer that is necessary every night before going to bed.