Dear Broom Knight

Although he felt a bit uncomfortable, Charles still carefully and meticulously explained everything to Lorrie.

As he walked up the stairs step by step, his mind became clearer.

In this castle, there was never a place where the four siblings couldn't go.

Knocking was just a matter of courtesy... The Baron would definitely refuse their request to enter when he had other important matters, but that was normal!

Among the brothers and sisters, they would also rudely refuse each other in such situations.

Therefore, Charles never felt that the Baron would not open the door for him when he had time.

Even if Lorrie was wearing a large apron, covered in specks of paint.

This was his home.

Although Taylor and Cheska spent more time with Lorrie and the Baron trusted them more, it was just like the fingers on a hand being of different lengths; the Baron never ignored Charles and Valera's existence.

That was a fairness that even their parents had never given them!

So, even if he made a mistake, what of it?

Charles couldn't figure out when he had been tricked, so he simply started from the day he wanted to start a tavern and inn in Qingfeng Valley.

The Baron indeed didn't think he was long-winded at all, but instead brought him a sofa chair and told him to sit down and think and speak slowly.

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Lorrie was indeed very unhappy about Charles's experience, but not because of Charles's incompetence.

Frankly speaking, in this fantasy world, even if Charles wore protective items all over his body and was in Qingfeng Valley, which was full of defensive magic circles, he couldn't withstand those bastards who bullied the weak.

Not doing anything overtly was because Lorrie was someone who could make a big deal out of these things... Even without the existence of the White Dragon, Althalan's public protection, and His Majesty King Travis's close relationship, most guys who liked to use their power to suppress others would avoid Lorrie.

But that didn't mean that conspiracies and schemes would also avoid him.

Lorrie didn't react much to this.

Being able to ensure the safety of himself and the people he cared about was already his good fortune.

Lorrie wouldn't even dream of the kind of thing where even evil and devious schemes would stay away from him.

After all, although he could resist, he couldn't retaliate.

What else could a person who still needed someone else's protection do in the face of this humiliation from the strong except endure it?

When his life wasn't in danger, he didn't have the right to ask the person protecting him to do too much.

Lorrie knew very well that among his seemingly solid backers, only Madam Yagris would disregard everything for him and couldn't bear to see him wronged.

The others couldn't be said to be bad to him, but they would inevitably weigh the pros and cons first... Helping out casually was no problem, but actively helping, just to vent his anger, was basically impossible.

People naturally had close and distant relationships, and besides, Lorrie didn't think his interests would override other people's own interests.

Lorrie had always been clear about this distinction.

He would only bury these hatreds, these contempts... If they really thought Lorrie could reach the top in the future, some things simply wouldn't happen... deeply in his heart.

Yes, he didn't even dare to reveal that he would definitely take revenge.

Anger was okay, being vindictive was also no problem... but the psychological reaction of wanting to retaliate at all costs must never be exposed.

There were some things that Lorrie wouldn't even tell his teacher.

Lorrie didn't think there was anything wrong with himself like this.

What he needed to endure now was already much less than that unlucky guy in his previous life.

At least he didn't need to be anxious about survival, nor did he need to grab his hair night after night, just for those few taels of silver, food, clothing, and shelter.

He could endure it.

Since even he himself could only endure it, Lorrie naturally wouldn't think there was anything wrong with Charles not being able to withstand these external influences.

Charles was just a level five swordsman.

This was already the result of his crazy efforts.

Valera being able to reach level 8 was also partly due to Lorrie's help.

Moreover, she seemed to have some resonance with the big tree in Qingfeng Valley that was moved from the back mountain of the Toler Manor, so her sensitivity to the laws was much higher.

Charles had nothing, but he still wasn't much worse than his sister, so you could imagine how much he had put in.

This child was the most unlucky of the four siblings.

"Don't worry, Charles," Lorrie pointed at the dejected swordsman, "The reason you were targeted is because you are only level 5."

Practitioners below level 5 were just so-so.

Including mages.

Most extraordinary practitioners, that is, existences above level 20, could directly immune the damage of level 5 practitioners.

At the level of gods, that was level 5 spells.

Level 6 could be considered an intermediate practitioner, even martial professions like knights and swordsmen would have their mental strength rise to a higher level, and many confusing methods would be discounted.

Lorrie wasn't surprised that there were strong people who could bypass so many defensive measures he had set up and directly target Charles's soul. Before he was sure that his soul strength was comparable to a dragon, even he himself didn't dare to believe it.

In the study of the demiplane, in the bedroom, there were backups of his memory line... updated every half month.

Lorrie believed that even if his memory was modified, he wouldn't forget to flip through these things every day.

One of the reasons why he took such a big risk in the future but still relied so much on the demiplane was that the existence of this thing couldn't be discovered by people below level 30.

Moreover, this thing could indeed protect his soul from being controlled.

But who knew if there would be any way to bypass the soul protection?

Even gods could be overthrown by mortal poisons!

How could he be so confident?

Of course, he really wasn't afraid of anything now.

After starting the dragon inheritance, his spiritual sea naturally received Aeo's blessing.

Dragons could die, but these inheritances had never been controlled by outsiders, all thanks to Aeo's foresight.

The old guy himself was extremely immoral, so he also knew how to disgust others.

The reason why dragons were all over the multiverse was also related to their low utilization value.

Of course, this value wasn't said at the secular level.

Dragon scales, dragon hearts, dragon bones, and dragon pearls were all famous good things.

But how many people past level 30 would waste their energy just for these things that were only valuable in the secular world?

Dragon pearls were indeed still useful at that stage... but the only thing that would cause all dragons, whether good, evil, or neutral, to attack together was using dragon pearls to release dragon-specific spells, or even control the dragons of the dragon pearl's species.

Tiamat and Bahamut would join forces for this.

Most people who got dragon pearls would only hide them in their vaults and not use them.

But for some serious strong people, he really didn't need to waste this energy.

Therefore, the nine-faced dragon god Aeo's real dragon sons and grandsons actually lived very well.

However, Lorrie only extended the backup time from half a month to half a year after he understood his safety, and didn't intend to completely give up.

He had always been cautious.

Lorrie shook his head and put his thoughts back on Charles's experience... Not being surprised didn't mean he didn't want to know who moved the black hand.

He should thank his willfulness during that time, which meant that not many people could enter Qingfeng Valley, and most of them were frequent trading caravans.

As for individual visitors, there were basically only a few places.

Lorrie still had some trust in Fabrice and Leon next door.

Under the current circumstances, these two sides would never do anything that would anger Lorrie.

Therefore, it was either a trading caravan or a visitor from the royal capital.

All the people who could spend a long time with Charles in the past few years were recorded.

A sudden attack once wouldn't make Charles need so long to even wake up like this.

Therefore, it must be those who had met Charles at least five times.

This was still quite easy to find.

Lorrie thought for a while, turned around and walked to the bookshelf and knocked gently.

A towering bookshelf slid open lightly, revealing a small secret room dedicated to storing files.

Lorrie walked to the cabinet labeled Qingfeng Valley, took out the file labeled 'Commercial and Diplomatic Activities', and walked back with a book that was half a meter thick.

After taking a look at Charles who was still in a daze, Lorrie sat down and began to turn the pages one by one.

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After Charles finished talking about his every move during this period, he began to consider the words Lorrie had just comforted him with.

So, would level 6 be better?

Charles breathed a slight sigh of relief:

Fortunately, the reason why he was the only one who was tricked was because of his lack of ability, not because of his character.

Charles wasn't stupid. With Cheska's speed, she should have arrived at Qingfeng Valley long ago, and maybe even checked on Mahr and Komran as well.

The reason why she didn't rush back to find the Baron was naturally because he was the only unlucky one.

Charles had always been a little inferior.

Not because of talent, he never cared about that, and he had already gotten over his sensitivity.

However, his parents' disdain for him still left an unhealable scar in his heart.

The Toler couple had always been dissatisfied with Charles, not only because of his lack of talent, but also because Charles was not satisfied.

In the eyes of that couple, they had clearly given Charles the best manor knight status, so what else was he dissatisfied with?

They looked down on Charles's behavior of flattering those noble children with higher status in order to ensure that his future wouldn't fall out of a certain class.

But, clearly seeing Valera's misery, how could Charles dare to believe that his parents wouldn't leave him an empty shell after having their beloved little son?

Having a title but no money or power was no different from waiting to die?

Without talent, could he only hide at home and do nothing?

Charles was not convinced.

But he still occasionally felt self-doubt because of his parents' evaluation.