Dear Broom Knight

Charles glanced at his little brother, whose face was full of pleading and whose eyes had turned into stars, and said decisively, "Don't even dream about it. Don't even think about it.

I'm a swordsman, and there's no way I'd risk my life to save your tin can!

And what's with that look in your eyes? It's disgusting."

Taylor slumped, dejected: "When Lily looks at the Baron like that, she almost always gets her way."

"You…" Charles stared at him in astonishment, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Could his pure white, jade-like, and wide-eyed white dragon sister be compared to a rough and clumsy knight like him?

Taylor wasn't like this before… Oh, right, he's in the middle of a co-sensitivity period with other creatures, so what little emotional intelligence he had has been eaten by a dog, no, a wolf.

"Charles! What are you doing spacing out there? Don't you know what to do right now?" Valera shouted from inside the room, "Go to the warehouse next door and get the carpet to lay down!

People on the first floor can see your pants!"

Charles and Taylor looked down together and found that people were indeed looking up from below.

Although most people couldn't possibly see so high, there were always people with special eyesight.

He immediately jumped up and turned to rush towards the small warehouse in the corner.

"Ah! Be careful…" Before Taylor could finish speaking, Charles suddenly tripped.

Although he accurately found the transparent warehouse door… after all, the things inside the warehouse could still point Charles in the right direction, he forgot that there was a small step here.

If he hadn't used the swordsman's dash skill, he wouldn't have been so unlucky.

But he was a little too impatient.

Perhaps, because compared to Taylor, who was wearing long clothes and trousers with close-fitting leather armor, Charles, who liked cotton and linen fabrics, wore loose clothing, and dressed very refreshingly, was indeed the one who needed to worry about being seen naked.

Taylor sat quietly, looking melancholy and full of unease.

He really wasn't stupid, and he knew his lord very well.

Logically speaking, even if only trusted people could send these things, Lowry would choose Cesca.

After all, compared to him, Valera would definitely welcome Cesca's visit more, and they would have things to talk about.

Letting him come was definitely up to no good.

Taylor had always been a clear-minded child, and he had always been very clear about his self-positioning and choices, even more so than Cesca, who was still exploring her future direction.

Unlike her sisters, who were very capable but somewhat affected by past events and habitually avoided some problems, Taylor had been the child who knew what he wanted and didn't want since he was a child.

But he also understood that he was able to do this because he was standing on the blood, tears, and grievances of his sisters and brothers.

Although he kept saying he didn't want to, was it something he could change just by not wanting it?

To his parents, he was just another commodity to be hoarded.

They were good to him, but that didn't mean they would pay attention to his feelings, let alone listen to him.

Fortunately, his older siblings saw his persistence and were willing to accept his help, which allowed Taylor to get a chance to breathe from the unspeakable sense of guilt.

Of course, Taylor was most grateful to Baron Lowry.

If it hadn't been for Baron Lowry's insistence, their siblings wouldn't have been able to survive until the day of liberation.

After all, Baron Lowry had once asked their mother, Marian, when he was very young: "Can blood really control everything?"

There were many newborn magical plants with little ability in the back mountain of the Toller Manor, especially some vine plants that liked to strangle their prey.

Lowry didn't say anything, but he did everything.

Taylor knew very well that the reason why his older siblings could treat him rationally and never felt that he was the beneficiary was because they had never really been driven to despair.

This was normal, and he would be the same.

Therefore, for Lowry, who rescued him from the abyss he was about to fall into… Taylor was willing to offer all his loyalty and belief.

It's just that it would be better if this kind of occasional burst of mischief didn't target him.

Taylor touched his ordinary-looking clothes, his fingertips exerting a little force.

After feeling that the force was quickly dispersed and resolved, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He really wasn't afraid of getting beaten up.

During this time, Taylor even got together with Bobo to play wrestling games!

As the oldest brother, Bobo grew much faster than his younger siblings, and was now over two meters tall.

Vis worked so hard, but he was still at least half a meter shorter than his older brother, so he refused to practice strength with Bobo anymore, preferring to hide on the side and pat stones.

Lily was a little smaller than Vis, and even weaker, so she didn't bother with her two older brothers at all.

If Vis and Bobo had a bad temper and made her uncomfortable, Lily would definitely cry and find Lowry for help.

If it was a fight that occurred during regular training, Lowry would definitely not do anything extra, but if he found out that Bobo and Vis were secretly bullying their little sister, then Lowry would definitely intervene.

Well, even Bobo, who was the strongest, could only howl as his Lowry uncle spanked his butt.

Taylor initially thought that Bobo and Vis were pretending, but later he realized that they weren't.

Their young dragon scales couldn't withstand Baron Lowry's palm at all.

But they could withstand the heavy blow of a great knight like Taylor.

If he hadn't remembered that his baron had awakened the dragon bloodline, Taylor would have doubted his life.

However, Taylor, who was tall and strong but not that strong, was a perfect match for Bobo.

Of course, what Taylor accepted was also a dragon-level confrontation… After Baron discovered his confrontation with Bobo, he observed for two days and told Taylor with a relaxed expression that Bobo had a high degree of affection for him, comparable to the treatment of ordinary dragon siblings.

Taylor was deeply shocked by this.

Being brothers with a dragon turned out to be so… um…

So, Charles was really a good brother. Although he wouldn't help Taylor share the heavy pressure from his two older sisters, he wouldn't drag Taylor down to get beaten up with him when he was unlucky.

Taylor sighed again.

Getting beaten up was nothing, the key was how to get beaten up.

Having a bruised and swollen face was commonplace for him, and it didn't matter if it hurt twice… Cesca was very good in this regard, always using both palms and fists.

But Valera was different.

Perhaps because of the thorny style of a swordsman, or because she liked the earth thorns of the banyan tree, Valera was very good at using her nails.

Moreover, her nails were particularly hard.

Although they couldn't compare to the weapons Lowry gave them, ordinary knight longswords couldn't withstand those ten long nails.

Most importantly, Valera's fingers were extremely flexible, and they cooperated tacitly, able to stab dozens of times in an instant.

The pain was also dozens of times greater.

In fact, Valera had restrained herself a lot when facing her younger brother, but she couldn't control her fighting style freely yet, and occasionally a finger would uncontrollably stab him once.

That was not only painful, but also left nail marks.

Taylor was still a young boy and didn't like having some strange marks on his body.

But he couldn't say it directly.

There were many things he always took back when the words came to his lips… Taylor himself felt a little useless, his sisters weren't the kind of unreasonable people.

But he just couldn't say it.

Maybe, one day, when he could overcome the shadows in his heart… or when his sisters smiled more brightly than the sun?

Taylor leaned back and looked blankly: "Ah! Ah ah ah ah!"

He suddenly let out a scream.

"What's wrong?" Charles rushed out, "Ah~ Ah~ Oh oh oh~"

After exclaiming a few hasty interjections, Charles turned to look at Valera's room: "Sister Valera, are you okay?"

Their eldest sister couldn't possibly be unmoved by their screams, so the silent appearance could only mean that she already knew what had happened.

Charles turned to look at the few colorful carpets he had already placed… He had just been thinking that the pure white transparent room looked good, but it was easy to make people feel irritable, so he had to get some dazzling colors.

But now… Charles turned to look at the crystal walls and floors, which were even more colorful than the carpets, as if the rainbow was integrated into them, and silently rolled up those few carpets again.

"Is it, is it possible that we don't need to put down the carpets?" Charles muttered as he returned to the warehouse.

"Find all the pure white wool carpets!" Valera's voice was high-pitched and loud, "Put them all over the place! Also, the curtains, find the white silk curtains too!

What on earth is this, what the hell is this!

Baron, what exactly do you want to do?"