Celestial Mage

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

Lily Manor is not big, not as big as Maple Leaf Manor, but it is surprisingly exquisite.

Especially in the garden, in any corner, you can find some ingenious and exquisite details and hardly any flaws can be seen.

After walking in the garden for a while, Rosen looked more and more charming, and couldn't help asking: "Housekeeper Luo Wei, is this manor manipulated by your wife?"

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

"That's natural."

Then, like a faucet being unscrewed, he enthusiastically introduced his hostess.

"Madam is not only beautiful and gentle, but also has a commendable gardening talent. She was even invited by the Earl to help design the Mochizuki Garden."

Rosen was surprised: "It really is not easy. '

He complimented immediately.

"It's no wonder that every time I go to Mochizuki Garden, I always feel that the garden is very beautiful, but no matter how carefully the gardener I hire, it always doesn't feel that way."

"Thinking about it now, with my family servant's crude and insignificant ability, I'm afraid it's impossible to reach Madam's level after ten lifetimes of study."

His own lady's ability was recognized, butler Luo Wei smiled so much that the wrinkles on his forehead became much deeper, as if he was the one who was recognized.

"Sir Philander, I can tell you that every gentleman who has seen his wife garden has the same feeling."

"But Madam always says that most of the so-called gentlemen in Silvermoon Castle are just superficial, seemingly perfect, but in fact they are vulgar idiots, the old are greasy, and the young are shallow."

"But Sir Philander is the only exception."

Rosen was a little surprised: "Madam is familiar with me?"

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

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

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

"She believes that you have created incomparably exquisite streams, and use this to gain insights into the mysteries of the stars in the sky. In terms of wisdom alone, you are already comparable to the gods in the sky."

Rosen was even more surprised. He never expected that his wife, who was the buyer of pornographic paintings, would praise him so much, and the tone of the praise sounded a bit weird.

If it was Bilegu who said this, there would be no problem, but it was a noble lady who didn't go out very much, so I felt a little bit of a child talking big, and a farmer pretending to be a sage.

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

I thought this lady was weird.

So, he simply stopped and prepared to have a good chat with the talkative housekeeper.

"Housekeeper Lowe, Madam's appreciation for me is too exaggerated."

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

"for example?"

"For example, my wife said that you will become an extraordinary archmage in all likelihood, 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 blasphemy!"

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

"No, no, Sir Philander, I was the one who said the wrong thing. Madam never said that. It's just me talking nonsense."

Seeing that he immediately changed his words, Rosen immediately eased his expression, but thought to himself: "It seems that Mrs. Last has no fear of God, so much so that her subordinates are speechless."

Seeing that the other party was still a little scared, he asked casually, "Madam also knows how to count?"

Butler Lowe nodded immediately.

"Of course Ma'am understands streams, and I even dare to say that she understands better than most mages who claim to be streams."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rosen was even more shocked. He never expected that the younger 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 used Yanhua to arrange the rights and wrongs of a high-ranking mage, beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"I'm going, things are getting a little big."

But then I realized something was wrong.

"Oh~ Madame is actually a high-level mage. But I don't think I've seen her at the Flower Society?"

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

Butler Luo Wei laughed: "No, Madam is not a formal mage. Madam said that she insisted on meditating only to obtain a stronger and tougher soul, so as to face life more calmly and delicately."

After a pause, the old housekeeper smiled and said, "This is what Madam said, I'm just repeating."

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

Rosen could only quicken his pace.

Soon, the two walked through the garden and came to the door of the three-story stone villa in the center of the manor. Butler Luo Wei stopped by the door.

"Come inside, Sir Philander."

The door was open, and behind the door was a spacious hall. Because it was dusk, and because there were not many candles lit, the hall was a little dimly lit, but it was by no means simple, but instead showed a warm mood.

Rosen stepped into it, walked a few steps, and saw a long red sandalwood table with exquisite food on it, and a man and a woman were sitting on the armchairs 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 but slightly thin body.

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 all over her body.

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

When he saw her, Rosen's first impression was that she was exquisite, and she was meticulous all over her body, no matter her clothing, makeup, or hairstyle, she couldn't pick out any flaws.

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 age of the other party.

You can say 35 six, you can say thirty, and you can say 25 six, it seems that there is no big problem.

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

But the real Mrs. Last is much more charming than the painting, and her every move reveals a strong and eye-catching demeanor, as if she is naturally the center of the world.

Seeing such a performance, Rosen was shocked.

"What a powerful mana!"

If he read it correctly, this is already the mana of a high-level peak, and it may even be higher than Faerun!
With such mana, even if you don't know any spells, just using the most primitive version of the mage's hand is enough to exert a huge combat power.

For a moment, Rosen put away all his contempt for Mrs. Last.

Who would have thought that such a strange woman would be hidden in such a little-known manor?
After five or six steps away, he took off his hat and bowed slightly to greet the two of them.

"Mr. Last, Mrs. Last, the sudden visit must have caused trouble to the two of you. I am very sorry for that."

Mr. Last wanted to say hello, but Mrs. Last gave a soft snort.

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Last has the same pair of dark blue eyes as Rosen, which looks like an unfathomable ocean in the dim environment.

Her eyes turned, and the light in her eyes was as deep and mysterious as the black shadow surging at the bottom of the ocean: "Sir Philander, then, can you satisfy my request?"

Rosen was shocked by the astonishing look on this woman, but he kept his face calm and smiled.

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

Mr. Last begged immediately.

"I was wrong, Vivienne, I swear, I will never dare to do such absurd things again, just let this pass and let us go back to the past, okay?"

Mrs. Last snorted coldly and refused very simply.

"not good!"

Hearing this, Rosen knew that Mr. Last was completely useless.

A woman who possesses at least high-level peak mana just by meditation must be extremely determined, and she will definitely not easily change what she has already decided.

Otherwise, she would not be able to possess such mana.

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

So that when they get married, they can get a dowry with an annual income of 1 crowns.

And Fanggu Town is not considered rich. For the baron, 1 kroner a year is not a small amount.

Therefore, what Bilegu said is correct, if Mrs. Last's understanding, or even goodwill, can be obtained, there is a great possibility that Fanggu Town will be won over to the Xiabolai camp.

Not only can they support Chapolei at this meeting of lords, but they 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 along the way.

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

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

Mr. Last looked desperate and almost collapsed on the chair.

Rosen felt that if he, an outsider, was not present, this guy might have knelt on the ground and crawled over to beg his wife to forgive him.

No, he must have done this in private, and that damn custom painting request is most likely what he asked for.

Rosen no longer watches the terrified regular man: 'Mrs. Last'

Mrs. Last immediately corrected: "Don't call me Mrs. Last, I don't admit that this bastard is my husband. You can call me Ms. Vivienne Moreau."

Mr. Last immediately wailed: "No~ Vivienne, don't be so unfeeling to me!"

Vivian glanced at Mr. Last with disgust.

"Master Rosen, can I trouble you to shut this guy up? Give him a sleeping spell, or a barrier of silence."

Rosen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ms. Vivienne really doesn't know any spells?"

Vivian nodded naturally.

"I have no interest in spells. I think most spells in this world have no essential difference from swords and swords. They are rude and cruel. They only know destruction but not creation."

"Learning spells is completely useless to my interests and hobbies. Instead, it will cause me a lot of unnecessary troubles."

"Then why does the lady meditate?"

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

"How to compare?"

"There are many backbreakers in the world who violate the laws of nature, but Mage 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 howl again, he threw a sleeping spell, and the latter immediately fell into a chair and fell asleep.

The hindrance is gone.

(End of this chapter)