Dear Broom Knight

“Surely not, it shouldn't be that bad, right?”

Regarding his own mother's fantasies, Lorry still chose to dissuade her: “Mom, that set of tableware isn't powerful enough to influence the will of a level 10 knight, let alone their body.”

Mrs. Yagris sighed softly: “But, Lorry dear, doesn't that mean that your father is truly senile!

This is really a bit cruel to me!

Knowing he's old and realizing he's really old, it's truly… … ”

Lorry was speechless.

Mrs. Yagris, in fact, is a few years younger than Alex!

Even if she chose the best path after weighing the pros and cons, it doesn't mean she won't have any regrets when she occasionally thinks about it.

Mrs. Yagris was still feeling sentimental: “I really wish he was just drugged and that's why he's being so stupid!”

“What Pat can't do doesn't mean others can't!” Lorry, who had been listening expressionlessly, finally lost his composure. “Who knows how many cultists have infiltrated Montes Castle!”

Mrs. Yagris quietly stared at her unfilial son, who dared to say anything.

That's what annoyed her the most!

Actually, Yagris wouldn't be afraid if Pat had problems.

How should she put it… Pat had really gone everywhere with her.

The gatherings of mages, the libraries of scholars, and even the Great Temple of the Lord of Storms.

Not to mention His Majesty the King's palace.

Since no one discovered Pat's problem, then no one would mention it.

Especially the Church of the Lord of Storms, who are most likely to fart.

Pat had even entered the main temple with the statue of the Lord of Storms!

That's a sacred place that claims no evil can hide.

If they don't want that statement to completely fall apart, the Church of the Lord of Storms will definitely remain silent.

Of course, if Mrs. Yagris was someone they could easily suppress, they wouldn't be so obedient.

But, if there was more than one cultist in Montes Castle, and they had been hiding under their noses for so long, then she would definitely become the laughingstock!

Therefore, Mrs. Yagris kept talking about Pat, not wanting to know how many cultists had infiltrated the Earl's castle.

Isn't that the same as saying she's blind?

Fortunately, Earl Montes was there to take the blame for her.

“Senile is senile then!” Mrs. Yagris finally chose to comfort herself, “If he wasn't so senile, it would be my turn to lose face.”

Lorry rolled his eyes, full of helplessness, and then looked at the battlefield: “Lyon and the others seem to be heading towards the castle, we can't delay any longer.”

The usually lazy Wind Wolf finally showed her demeanor as the Wolf Queen.

“Lorry…” Mrs. Yagris finally revealed her fangs, “Actually, I don't care whether Baron Gezar's territory can be preserved.

I just don't want to leave it to my enemies.

But I have no attachment to the Gezar surname at all.

So, if you want to become the Earl of Montes… now is the best opportunity.

Pat also knows my mentality… ”

“Mom, the world of mages is quite busy.” Lorry smiled, “Managing a barony is too annoying for me.

Moreover, I really don't like… those people who are obsequious.

I don't need magical artifacts to judge who has malice towards me.

But I'm not interested in living in the boredom of scoring the people in front of me every day.”

He glanced at his mother, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, and answered seriously: “Even your subordinates, Mom, I occasionally find them annoying.”

He understood that evil inevitably exists in this world, and everyone is surrounded by kindness and malice. As long as he could choose, he could always find a path of light.

But why should he be so tired?

Perhaps, if he was still the Lorry who was working hard for the path of the knight, he would think becoming the Earl of Montes wouldn't be bad.

After all, only by standing high can one have the power not to be bullied.

Then why should he sacrifice his future to take care of so many things?

Indeed, he would definitely become a very good lord, and even lead his people to a well-off life, making Montes County the most prosperous place in the world.

But, it's completely unnecessary.

At least the current Lorry only wants to consider his own future.

Moreover, he felt that he wouldn't regret it in the future either.

Bearing the responsibility for so many people's fates is too heavy.

As for another kind of life of 'only caring about one's own happiness and not caring about the life or death of others,' Lorry felt that he couldn't do it either.

Although he doesn't have much sense of responsibility, he's not so heartless as to have no conscience.

Mrs. Yagris nodded lightly: “I understand.”

Then she showed an exceptionally bright smile: “My child, of course, can do whatever he wants and doesn't need to compromise for anything.

Don't worry, Lorry.

I will never let you do anything you don't want to do.

So, be good, don't worry me, understand?”

Mrs. Yagris lightly tapped the wolf's back, and the huge Wind Wolf rushed towards the castle at a rapid pace, closely following behind the Fierce Tiger's Blade adventure group.

Lorry, who was left in place, looked around, and finally sat on his broom, ascended to the clouds again, cast an Eagle Eye spell on himself, and watched Montes Castle from afar.

Although he knew that Mrs. Yagris was so powerful that even if the evil god descended, she wouldn't be in mortal danger, he was still worried.

Lorry floated a small table in front of him, filled with various precious magical artifacts.

Those he made himself would definitely be useless if Mrs. Yagris really encountered a powerful enemy who could suppress her.

Therefore, he could only rely on the rewards for the manor's achievements.

Although Lorry couldn't get armor and weapons based on the knight's level, and rarely got jewelry and collectibles that added attack power, he could occasionally find something with these attributes attached.

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Although it's definitely not as strong as the things on the main level line.

They are generally aristocratic collections with symbolic significance from thousands of years ago, used to be placed in the collection cabinet, which can add some protection to the manor and increase the charm of the manor owner… In fact, it is to engage in some scoring competition.

But after all, some special attributes will be added to prove that these things are worth that price.

Lorry looked at the living feathers flying freely in his manor.

Although he made a promise to His Majesty the King, he didn't completely shut down the possibility… Lorry would definitely use these two big birds in times of life and death.

Yagris's life is naturally his life.

The feather that Yagris hung on her ear, wrapped around her earring, could directly transmit the living feathers there.

Lorry carefully selected it again, and finally felt relieved… Although these strange objects also had to abide by the level 16 limit of this world, how many people can even touch the edge of level 16?

Even if he did this, it might expose some of his quirks… but that's his only mother in two lifetimes!

Anyway, with the scales of Luscania after adulthood in front, it shouldn't be too obvious.

Lorry reached out and touched the palm-sized scale covered with frost and glowing with blue light, thinking that he had better get a few more pieces from Luscania.

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“Why didn’t you drink it?” Miss Barty asked quietly.

Finally catching his breath and pouring a bottle of healing potion into himself, Marshall looked at the cup beside him, which was glowing with a faint green light and had a more concentrated life aura than Stormwater, and said helplessly: “Perhaps, someone taught you, never drink something that has left your hand and has been opened?”

All he needed was to get away from that battlefield, so even though he didn't trust Miss Barty, Marshall had never struggled.

Anyway, he still dragged it out until the tolerance time of the previous potion.

No matter what this Miss Barty wants to do, as long as he doesn't fall for it, he doesn't need to pay attention.

Her strength is too weak.

And Marshall knew what Masud, or even Barty and Dugan had in their hands better than they did themselves.

“Ah… you have to force me to do it myself… Awooo!” Miss Barty’s voice suddenly became coarser and coarser in the shadows, until she made a sound like a dog barking.

How could the bishop of the Lord of Storms not hear what that thing was?

Marshall quickly rolled over and rolled to the warehouse door that was closed, leaning tightly against the wall, and even took out the priest's scepter that he had not taken out when fighting Pat.

He had never seen an ice dog that could merge with people in his life.

But Marshall knew very well that once he saw it, his life would really enter the countdown.

Then he still had to fight for the mercy of the Lord of Storms a little bit.

Even if he could never enter the kingdom of the main god again, at least he could still save his soul… Fighting human believers like Pat would not cause such bad luck.

Marshall swallowed hard.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time and had even added divine spells to himself, he was still frightened, no, disgusted, by the woman who appeared in front of him.

Miss Barty’s face, which was originally quite pretty, was now covered with wrinkles… like an old dog.

The big mouth that stretched to the roots of her ears also revealed a mouthful of steel teeth.

Her whole body was also covered with white hair.

Marshall would rather her limbs turned into dog paws, at least it would look like a dog.

But she still had human limbs.

He didn't know how to describe everything he saw in front of him, except for the feeling of wanting to vomit.

But Marshall quickly calmed down.

So, he finally discovered that it was not this humanoid dog that spoke human words that was truly in control of this body, but the real dog in the high belly.

As a bishop of the Storm Lord who knew many secrets, Marshall directly guessed the identity of this guy: the ice dog king beside the Ice King who could transform into a human.