Master Tongtian

Chapter 211 The Big Shot in the Small Manor (24)

Lily Manor is not big, far inferior to Maple Leaf Manor, but it is unexpectedly exquisite.

Especially in the garden, you can find some unique and exquisite details in any corner with almost no flaws.

After walking in the garden for a while, Rosen looked more and more charming, and couldn't help but ask: "Butler Lovi, is this manor owned by Madam?"

Butler Luo Wei suddenly puffed up his chest, with a strong sense of pride on his face.

"That's natural."

Then, like a faucet being turned on, he enthusiastically introduced his mistress.

"My lady is not only beautiful and gentle, but she also has commendable gardening talents. She was even invited by the Earl to help design the Moon Moon Garden."

Rosen was shocked: ‘It’s really not that simple. ’

The compliment was immediately on his lips.

"No wonder every time I go to Wangyue Garden, I always feel that the garden is very beautiful, but no matter how carefully the gardener I hire arranges it, it never tastes that way."

"Now that I think about it, with my gardener's humble skills, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach Madam's level even if I study for ten lifetimes."

When his young lady's abilities were recognized, Butler Lovi smiled so much that the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, as if he was the one being recognized.

"Sir Philander, to tell you the truth, every gentleman who has seen his lady gardening feels this way."

"But Madam always said that most of the so-called gentlemen in Silver Moon Castle are just superficial. They seem to be perfect, but on the inside they are vulgar idiots. The old ones are greasy, and the young ones are shallow."

"But Sir Philander is the only exception."

Rosen was a little surprised: "Madam, are you familiar with me?"

Butler Luo Wei immediately said: "That's too familiar."

"In fact, Madam is very familiar with your achievements in various fields."

"Painting, flow, and techniques are all like this."

"She believes that you have created extremely exquisite flow numbers and used them to gain insight into the mysteries of the stars in the sky. In terms of wisdom alone, you can already rival the gods in the sky."

Rosen was even more surprised. He had never expected that his wife, a buyer of pornographic paintings, would praise him like this, and the tone of her praise sounded a little strange.

If it was Bilgu who said this, there would be no problem, but the speaker was an aristocratic lady who didn't go out much. It felt like a child talking big words and a farmer pretending to be a sage.

After all, most noble ladies don't have much knowledge.

I just think this lady is weird.

So, he simply stopped and prepared to have a good chat with the chatty butler.

"Butler Lowe, Madam's praise for me is too exaggerated."

Butler Luo Wei shook his head repeatedly: "I haven't said anything more exaggerated yet."

"for example?"

"For example, Madam said that you will most likely become an extraordinary mage, and even said that you may become a new generation of golden gods."

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Rosen frowned upon hearing this.

"With all due respect, Madam's words are already blasphemous!"

Butler Luo Wei immediately realized that his words were inappropriate, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

"No, no, no, Sir Philander, I said the wrong thing. Madam has never said that. I am completely lying."

Seeing that he immediately changed his words, Rosen also immediately softened his expression, but secretly said in his heart: "It seems that Mrs. Rust has no fear of God, so much so that her subordinates are speechless."

Seeing that there was still some fear on the other person's face, he asked casually: "Madam, do you know how to count?"

Butler Luo Wei nodded immediately.

"Of course Madam understands fluency. I even dare to say that she knows it better than most mages who claim to be fluency scholars."

"My wife said that your flow has given her a deeper understanding of the world. She believes that any mage in the future must learn flow, otherwise he will be abandoned by the times."

Rosen's heart moved and he immediately asked: "Madam, is she also a mage?"

Butler Lovi shook his head: "No, no, of course not a mage. Madam has never learned spells and is not interested in any spells."

"However, she has been meditating since she was a child and has very deep magical power. In fact, it should be deeper than most mages in the highlands."

Rosen asked tentatively: "Have you reached a high level?"

"Probably, I don't quite understand this."

Rosen was even more shocked. He had never expected that the sister of the lord of Fanggu Town would be a high-level mage.

The lack of this key information is really scary.

And when he thought that he actually used pornographic paintings to tell the story of a high-level mage, a trace of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"I'll go, things are getting a bit big."

But then I realized something was wrong.

"Oh~ Madam is actually a high-level mage. But I don't seem to have seen her at the Flower Society?"

At the Flower Society, all the powerful female mages asked him to dance, but Mrs. Rust was not among them.

Butler Lovi laughed: "No, madam is not an official mage. Madam said that she insists on meditating just to gain a stronger and tougher soul so that she can face life more calmly and delicately."

After a pause, the old housekeeper smiled and said, "These are all what Madam said. I'm just repeating them."

Then he urged: "Sir Philander, let's go, don't keep Madam and Sir waiting."

Rosen could only speed up his pace.

Soon, the two walked through the garden and arrived at the door of the three-story stone villa in the center of the manor. Butler Lovi stood beside the door.

"Inside please, Sir Philander."

The door was open, and behind it was a spacious hall. Because it was dusk and there were not many candles lit, the light in the hall was a little dim, but it was by no means shabby. Instead, it showed a warm mood.

Rosen stepped inside, took a few steps, and saw a long red sandalwood table. Exquisite food was placed on the long table, and a man and a woman were sitting on the back chairs at both ends of the long table.

The man sitting on the left is nearly forty years old, with a handsome and feminine face, exquisite clothes, and a tall figure but a bit thin.

It can be seen that he must have been a rare handsome man when he was young.

On the right is a lady wearing a dark blue slim dress and precious jewelry.

The woman has a gentle face, graceful figure, elegant temperament, white and smooth skin, and her thick long dark blue hair is meticulously tied behind her head.

When he saw her, Rosen's first impression was that she was exquisite and meticulous. No matter her clothes, makeup, or hairstyle, there was no flaw in her.

Just like the manor garden outside, it is exquisite and full of charm.

In addition, Rosen was surprised to find that he could not tell the other person's age.

You can say thirty-five or six, you can say thirty, you can say twenty-five or six, it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

Rosen had seen Mr. Last in the gallery and Mrs. Last in the painting, so he immediately recognized the two as Mr. and Mrs. Last.

But the real Mrs. Laster is much more charming than the one in the painting. Every move and every move reveals a strong and eye-catching style, as if she is naturally the center of the world.

Rosen was shocked when he saw such a performance.

"What a powerful mana!"

If he read correctly, this was already the peak of high-level mana, perhaps even higher than that of Faerun!

With such magic power, even if you don't know any magic, just using the hands of the most primitive version of the mage is enough to exert huge combat effectiveness.

For a time, Rosen put away all his contempt for Mrs. Rust.

Who would have thought that such a strange woman would be hidden in such an unknown small manor?

Five or six steps away, he took off his hat and bowed slightly to greet the two.

"Mr. Last, Mrs. Last, your sudden visit must have caused trouble to you two. I'm very sorry for that."

Mr. Last wanted to say hello, but Mrs. Last snorted slightly.

The former fell silent immediately, looking just like a little white rabbit being held under the claws of a giant dragon.

Rosen's eyes flashed, knowing that Mr. Rust had no status in the family.

He immediately turned to look at the real speaker and got straight to the point.

"Mrs. Rust, I'm here for your request for a custom painting."

Mrs. Rust had the same dark blue eyes as Rosen. In the dim environment, they looked like an unfathomable ocean.

She turned her eyes, as deep and mysterious as the dark shadows surging at the bottom of the ocean: "Sir Philander, then, can you satisfy my request?"

Rosen was shocked at the astonishing look on this woman, but his face remained calm with a faint smile.

"That depends on whether you really want to forgive Mr. Last, or if you just want to use me to reject Mr. Last for you."

Mr. Rust immediately begged.

"I was wrong, Vivian. I swear, I will never dare to do these ridiculous things again. Let all this pass and let us go back to the past, okay?"

Mrs. Rust snorted coldly and refused very simply.

"not good!"

Upon hearing this, Rosen knew that Mr. Rust was completely out of luck.

A woman who possesses at least high-level peak magic power just by meditating must be extremely determined, and what she has decided will definitely not be changed easily.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have such power.

It is also conceivable that Mrs. Rust, who has such strong magic power, must have a very high status in the family even if she does not know magic.

So much so that when she gets married, she can receive a dowry of twelve thousand crowns per year.

And Fanggu Town is not considered wealthy. For the Baron, twelve thousand crowns a year is not a small amount.

Therefore, Bilgu was right. If he could get Mrs. Rust's understanding and even favor, it would be very possible to win Fanggu Town into the Shabolai camp.

Not only can the meeting of lords support Chapollet this time, but it can also seek more cooperation in the future.

Therefore, Rosen abandoned the insignificant Mr. Last without hesitation, and followed Mrs. Last's wishes and spread his hands.

He looked helplessly at the poor man sitting on the chair.

"Mr. Last, it seems that your wife does not want to forgive you. Then, the purpose of her customized request should be to humiliate you."

Mr. Rust looked desperate and almost slumped in his chair.

Rosen felt that if he were not present as an outsider, this guy might have kneeled on the ground and crawled over to beg his wife for forgiveness.

No, he must have done this in private, and that damn custom painting request was most likely based on this.

Rosen stopped looking at this frightened ordinary man: "Mrs. Laster"

Mrs. Last immediately corrected her: "Don't call me Mrs. Last. I don't recognize this bastard as my husband. You can call me Ms. Vivian Moreau."

Mr. Rust immediately wailed: "No~ Vivian, don't be so heartless to me!"

Vivian glanced at Mr. Rust with disgust.

"Master Rosen, can you please shut up this guy? Give him a sleeping spell, or a silent barrier or something."

Rosen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Does Ms. Vivian really not know any magic?"

Vivian nodded naturally.

"I have no interest in spells. I think most spells in this world are not fundamentally different from swords. They are crude and cruel. They only know how to destroy but not create."

"Learning spells will not help my interests at all. Instead, it will cause me a lot of unnecessary worries."

"Then why does Madam meditate?"

"The reason why I meditate is just to make my mind clearer. If you don't understand my thoughts, then you can compare yourself."

"What's the analogy?"

"There are many backbreakers in the world who violate the laws of nature, but Master Rosen must not be interested in such eccentricities, right?"

Rosen understood: "Although I don't think releasing spells is a quirk, I understand your thoughts, and this is also your freedom."

Seeing that Mr. Rust was about to wail again, he threw a sleeping spell over him, and the latter immediately fell on the chair and fell asleep.

The obstructionist is gone.