Dear Broom Knight

Chapter 12: Let's Go, Lowry!

Although Lowry wasn't exactly virtuous, he hadn't reached the point of being a capitalist.

As a shut-in, he might dare to utter harsh words in private or commit virtual genocide in a game, but… asking him to say something like, 'If you don't die, you have to work,' to a real person was something Lowry couldn't bring himself to do.

He even felt a twinge of envy when he confirmed the lives of ordinary people in this world.

At least here, overtime pay was actually given for working extra hours, instead of simply replacing him with a lunatic who was less skilled but unafraid of working himself to death.

Of course, Lowry also knew that his thoughts were somewhat inappropriate; if he were a commoner, he'd probably miss the good old days.

At least he could laze around at home playing games as long as he had money, and he wouldn't be kicked out just because someone thought his house was pretty enough to take.

But people always look at the more advantageous side; his character had always been mediocre, so it was normal for him to think that way.

The most important thing his two families had taught him was that he could only rely on himself.

Whether it was a mountain or a river, even if he could rely on it for a while, he had to be careful of landslides.

Of course, so far, Lowry could still feel the heartfelt maternal love from his mother, Yagris.

Someone like him was most afraid of sincerity, especially sincerity he had never received before.

Once he received it, he would naturally hold it tightly in his palm, reluctant to hurt it easily.

Therefore, even though he was pondering countless things in his heart, Lowry remained quiet and said nothing, letting his two parents fight each other in the open and in secret.

However, he still had a feeling… He had always known that his biological mother was powerful, but her being this powerful still made him feel genuinely happy!

He had almost asked Count Montes just now what the Montes family had to do with him, Baron Grzal.

He almost failed to hide his little thoughts.

Of course, in the Count's mind, his youngest son had never been a good thing, but these were flaws that his father could tolerate.

Especially Lowry's reckless and impulsive style of doing things, which Count Montes actually quite liked.

It wasn't that he had any ulterior motives, but Count Montes felt that only if Lowry's mind wasn't so cunning could he genuinely dote on his youngest son without worrying that giving Lowry too many benefits would ignite his ambition.

What Count Montes gave was exactly what Lowry disliked the most, so it was no wonder he always sided with his biological mother.

Lowry forcefully pulled away the large hand covering his mouth… His mother, Yagris, was arguing too excitedly and had covered his nose.

Although he was in good health and could hold his breath for a long time, this was too uncomfortable!

If he kept holding his breath like this, he might learn internal breathing circulation before he even learned magic.

Ah… no, that seems to be something from cultivation games.

So, does the fantasy world have it or not?

"Madam! The King's envoy has arrived outside the castle!"

Yagris's personal maid rushed in, excitedly saying, "They came at full speed just to congratulate our young master Lowry on his bright future!"

"Who did it?" Count Montes suddenly turned around and looked at the maid, who had raised eyebrows and an unruly expression.

"Anyway, it wasn't our madam," the maid said proudly, raising her chin. "You should ask your two young masters!"

"Our people didn't say a word to that envoy," her chief maid, Ms. Pat, sneered coldly. "However, I saw someone deliberately eavesdropping when Young Master Lowry's two attendants were whispering."

Lowry, who had already been released, tilted his head and looked at the head maid who was kneeling on the ground to tidy up his clothes… Logically speaking, Pat should actually be the castle's housekeeper.

However, if she officially became the castle's housekeeper, not to mention what to do with the previous Countess's appointed one, even the Count himself wouldn't dare to let the current Countess's chief maid, who had a very cold temperament and had accompanied her to the battlefield and chopped off at least a few hundred heads, take the position.

Therefore, the Count's castle ended up in a special situation without a formal housekeeper… The former housekeeper became the head maid of the left wing, handling the daily affairs of the Count's two sons.

And Pat, who was brought by Yagris, naturally took charge of the other two areas.

Although the head maid had a somewhat cold personality, Lowry, who had grown up in her arms, certainly wasn't afraid of her: "Mama Pat, thank you for teaching Cheska."

His three followers were definitely not fools, but their minds were definitely not that sharp.

But if someone guided them, they could come up with all sorts of ways to complete the task.

Pat pursed her lips slightly, took off Lowry's knight's coat, and took out a black and gold robe that looked like it had been made in a hurry.

Lowry remembered this fabric.

It was silk dyed by Pat herself, with irregular specks of golden light scattered on the slightly grayish-blue black silk.

Lowry had heard Yagris mention that this was the fabric Pat had dyed while recalling the first dawn they had greeted after a battle where they had almost been wiped out; she had never been willing to use it.

"Mama Pat… I…"

Pat sternly stopped Lowry from thanking her: "Being able to have our young master Lowry wear clothes that I made entirely by hand at such an important moment is my greatest happiness."

She casually threw the knight's coat, made with jewels worth a thousand gold, which the Count's mansion had boasted about, on the ground, carefully looked at Lowry, and the corners of her always tight lips relaxed slightly: "Our young master Lowry is so handsome!

It's great, from now on, you can embark on a new life!

Completely cut off from the bad things of the past, that's great!

Don't pull on broken threads, and definitely don't pick them up and tie them into knots.

Don't learn from your mother, everything looks good, but it's actually a mess."

"Pat~" Yagris complained, "What are you telling the child!"

"Lowry Grzal, Baron," Pat ignored her, patted Lowry on the back, and pushed him forward. "Let's go!"