Dear Broom Knight

Lorry, who knew his own booklet by heart, was wholeheartedly pondering Yagris's expression, and quickly realized that although his mother was a decisive, resolute, and realistic person, she actually preferred a fresh and refined style.

Although she usually dressed herself in bright colors and neat styles, Mrs. Yagris actually harbored a little princess in her heart who liked pink, tender yellow mint, and light blue and lavender.

Even though she kept the time she spent flipping each page the same in order not to embarrass Lorry, she still couldn't control the occasional sparkle in her eyes.

Lorry, as a freelance artist who received his own commissions and painstakingly negotiated the final drafts with the clients, had learned how to observe these insincere clients through years of torment.

Although some people really did make random requests themselves, commissioning pieces based on other people's popular works, they didn't really like it themselves, which led to a complete mess... People who weren't sincerely fond of it naturally found everything displeasing, especially after calculating how much money they had to spend.

But there were also some people who, perhaps, had been cultivated from a young age to act in a way that pleased their parents, so they really didn't know what they liked.

'I always feel like something's not right,' and 'This isn't what I had in mind' were things they always said.

But in reality, Lorry had indeed drawn according to the keywords they provided when placing the order, and it matched the style they initially set.

In the beginning, Lorry really suffered a lot... Some requests that weren't much different from 'a colorful black' really made him furious, enraged, and even wanted to reject the commission directly.

He would rather waste his own time.

They had to meet up and have a good chat.

It was precisely because of those past experiences that Lorry was actually quite good at observing people's changes in mind.

But as far as he was concerned, in this world, apart from Mrs. Yagris, no one was worth him putting in so much effort... Constantly observing a person's eye movements was a real chore.

Lorry was so focused on paying attention to his dear mother that he naturally ignored his great-nephew Fabrice, who walked out of the magic hut with a sad face.

Called by the White Dragon King, his reaction speed was not as fast as Mrs. Yagris, and he even looked dissatisfied.

Fortunately, Mrs. Yagris, who realized that her son was so distracted that he had even forgotten that his own father was about to die, stopped him in time: "Fabrice... How is Nacimento? Do you need Lorry and me to help?"

Lorry then realized that the person who had been chatting privately had come out.

Fabrice was probably the only person in this room who had no time to spare for anything else. He sniffled twice before replying: "Grandfather has already gone to the Storm Kingdom."

Lorry blinked, and the first sentence that came to his mind was: The Lord of Storms probably won't accept this loyal believer whose two sons have all run off with evil gods.

Then, a trace of sadness belatedly appeared.

No matter what Count Montesber had done, he was still his biological father.

The other party just didn't love him.

This wasn't Lorry's fault, but he wouldn't hate this father because of it.

It's just that he certainly didn't have much affection for him.

Therefore, only a trace of sadness, arising from nowhere, silently surrounded Lorry.

He lowered his eyes and stared blankly at the tip of his shoes, not knowing what to say or do for a moment.

Logically speaking, as the only remaining son of Count Montesber, he should start preparing for the funeral.

But, the heir to the Montesber family was Fabrice.

These things could only be done by him.

However, father and son, grandfather and grandson... The unique rules of noble funerals made Lorry's position awkward.

He couldn't just be a silly son who stood in front of the coffin all the time, but did nothing, right?

"Grandmother," Fabrice said distractedly, "Grandfather said that although the butler is also dead, his successor is still there, and has been learning from the butler for more than ten years, so he should be able to help me complete the funeral ceremony and the initial reconstruction of the castle."

He hesitated for a few seconds and still asked: "But, Grandmother, how did the butler die? Grandfather didn't say a word. Can I still use that person?

Me, myself, doing these things, really..."

Mrs. Yagris was stunned for a moment and directly interrupted Fabrice: "That's not a problem. The Montesber family's butler is also hereditary, so he can still be trusted.

Your grandfather didn't say it because there was no need to say it. How could the butler betray him? He must have died in battle for him.

Don't worry about these useless things. Just take the token Nacimento gave you to find the person your grandfather told you about.

Only in this way can he come forward to take over the management of the castle."

Mrs. Yagris looked at the worried Fabrice and said with a gentle face: "Your grandfather should have explained many things.

Especially those about the ancient inheritance of the Montesber family, he must have reminded you to avoid me when dealing with them, right?

So, in order to avoid some misunderstandings, Lorry and I can only go to my knightly order's garrison.

Did Nacimento say when the funeral will be held?"

Lorry lightly retreated behind his mother, hiding his face tightly, so as not to accidentally smile at such a solemn moment.

There was no way, even if Count Montesber was confident, he couldn't let the White Dragon King squat in such a Montesber castle, waiting for a funeral that he didn't know how long it would take to prepare.

Don't look at Fabrice's questioning that made him seem particularly dull, but it clearly declared that he was the only master of the land under his feet.

Especially the few words he mentioned about the butler.

Lorry's protective mother naturally still sarcastically retorted back in a roundabout way.

Who cares about your little broken things?

If you have the ability, don't even want the knightly order!

Lorry thought that Count Montesber should have instilled too much intrigue, too many 'ifs', and too detailed future arrangements into Fabrice, which made him suddenly say such stupid things.

But this kid's brain has always been simple and direct, otherwise he wouldn't have been the only one in Montesber Castle who always caused trouble for Lorry.

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Fabrice, who was awakened by Mrs. Yagris's sarcastic words, then realized what he had done.

His face quickly turned red.

Mrs. Yagris elegantly turned her body: "Fabrice, go see His Majesty the King."

Fabrice's eyes also turned red... He had actually ignored His Majesty the King, who was sitting silently on the back of the White Dragon!

He should have first met with His Majesty the King and then gone to Mrs. Yagris to say those words... His grandfather had clearly told him the process, but he still only did the most useless part.

Lorry tilted his head and poked Mrs. Yagris's back with the tip of his head: My dear father is dead, but you're still not honest?

Mrs. Yagris helplessly patted her back: Actually, Count Montesber's approach wasn't wrong.

First, let Fabrice ask His Majesty the King for permission to determine the time of the funeral.

Then, mention the butler to Mrs. Yagris, in order to show that the funeral did not need her intervention... However, it certainly wasn't Fabrice's way of saying it, it would be normal to be more tactful.

Then, take the token to find the future butler who must already be waiting outside, and start his official life as a count.

Who would have thought that Fabrice, who was too nervous, would directly start from the second step?

He immediately turned a serious ceremony into an embarrassing joke.

Fabrice could only stiffly move his steps to find the king, who was watching the drama with great interest, to restart the conversation.

Leon was also watching the drama with great interest.

Having switched his identity very clearly, he knew very well that his two most important neighbors in the Northern Territory in the future were Fabrice and Lorry.

The border army was his own people that he needed to solve, not neighbors.

This Count Montesber, who was obviously not very skilled, did not put Leon at ease... The more clumsy Fabrice was, the greater the possibility that he would be used by others.

He had now decided that after returning, he would have Yuri focus on the intelligence that Count Montesber was in charge of... The foundation of the Tiger's Blade was still very useful.

Adventure groups like them must have friendships all over the world... Although it would cost money.

However, at least they had a place to spend money.

Although it would definitely take a lot of thought and money, solving matters related to this Fabrice Montesber was not a problem.

At least there was a direction to start with.

As for Lorry.

Leon sighed softly in his heart.

This was the most troublesome kind of neighbor.

Lorry was not short of money or resources, and he really didn't like things related to the Montesber family, so he would definitely not deal with other nobles, in order to avoid someone mentioning some annoying things to him.

Leon certainly knew that the Wuxiang Tree Forest, which had already taken shape and was closely connected to Baron Dugan's territory, his Tiger's Blade had also taken on the planting and protection tasks at the beginning.

However, how happy he was when he took the money at the beginning, how upset he was when he recalled it now.

Leon didn't have any ideas about Lorry's territory, but...