After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Scott's heart was about to float - if he had a choice, he would be happy to live with Eve, otherwise if his identity was exposed, he could also stay close to Sister Eve...

But when Scott thought about Eve being just Ivan's clone, his thoughts instantly disappeared without a trace:

"Heh, he can actually split himself into two people. But I can't..."

He was silent for a moment, then asked carefully:

"Um, I should...have some private space, right...?"

Ada closed her eyes and nodded:

"The chief magician's territory is already large. In fact, not only does Eve have her own small villa, but his workplace is also a large high-rise building. There are dormitories there.

"But with your status, you have to share a dormitory with others? That's too outrageous."

This imposed causal explanation was "awesome", and Scott became further convinced that Ivan and Eve were the same person, and he also confirmed that Ivan was the original person and Eve was the clone.

(Happy mood)

Scott Chicken Pecking Rice nodded:

"Well, you have a point (the risk of being exposed is higher)..."

...

Ada took Scott into the office building. After completing the formalities, Scott received his work uniform and some necessary work props.

Ada saw Scott off and then told him:

"That's right. Take the card in your hand. Go straight ahead along the road ahead, turn to the leftmost intersection, and walk a little further to Ivan's mansion.

"Your room is on the second floor. There should be something to guide you."

"What is...something??"

Scott was a little confused, and his mind quickly recalled settings like elves.

Ada was stunned for a moment:

"Oh. Don't you know that Ivan lives alone? He has no servants around him. He uses magic to do all the cooking and cleaning, and he does it better than the servants."

(Anchor from the experiencer)

Scott was stunned:

"Ivan's personality... seems a little strange... then Eve should be similar, right? How should I get along with such a person?"

Ada noticed Scott's tangle, but could only shrug helplessly:

"I can't help it. You probably heard about him absorbing the power of the devil, right? It might be because of the black magic that Ivan wants to use violence at night.

"It would be fine if you came during the day, but if you come at night... For your safety, I have to confine him to the room and let me receive you.

"When you go in, don't ask loudly if anyone is there. Just go into the room and put your luggage away.

"You look so tired. You should get some rest first and discuss work matters with Ivan tomorrow."

Scott nodded slightly:

"Uh...Okay..."

After deducing that Ivan is the real person, Ada's explanation seems reasonable. But Scott has no time to be happy about finding the truth:

"It's a little scary for some reason... What's going on?"

Ada felt a little helpless. In fact, she didn't want to tell this lie.

Ivan told her that in order not to scare Scott, the reception of Scott would be left to her.

"At this time...Xion has already hidden in his room enjoying some personal time."

Ada waved goodbye to Scott:

"I won't go with you, I wish you all the best~"

"Okay, okay, Ada should also go to bed early..." Scott smiled bitterly and said goodbye to Ada.

After watching Ada go back inside, Scott always felt a bad premonition.

...

“The living conditions look good.”

Scott arrived at Ivan's private residence. He looked up at the furnishings around him - a unique gate, a small courtyard, a pavilion, a three-story villa...

I have to say, it’s quite heartwarming.

Scott pushed the door open and entered the yard, but heard a commotion in the backyard:

?

He walked quietly around the backyard and saw that the entire backyard was in a mess, in stark contrast to the neat layout of the front yard.

Fallen vases, damaged wooden fences, trampled flowers and plants, and...

Fresh blood on the wall!

Since his job was a bloody one, Scott was not afraid of these tragic scenes.

He just thought: Why would there be violence in the peaceful central region...?

Just then, Scott felt as if there was someone behind him, and that person seemed to be holding something and stabbing at his head.

Scott's intuition told him that it was a dagger.

Moreover, it is a dagger with destructive magic: as long as it sticks to it a little, the destructive magic can devour the target completely.

It seems that this person is a professional magic killer, but...

Shua——

Scott quickly pulled out the sword from his waist and swung it towards the man's waist.

click!

Blood splatter...

To deal with such a person, there is no need to use magic, just the explosive power of the right hand, and the person was cut in half.

"I am the Twelve Star Knight. You want to kill me? Dream on!"

Boom!

The fallen man was wearing a wizard's grey cloak, but underneath he was wearing the assassin's casual clothes. Scott had really guessed the truth.

He thought to himself: I am one of the best magicians in the north, but in the magic tower where so many magicians gather, my magic is nothing...

Da da da...

Scott's inner drama was forced to be interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps, and Scott looked over.

It's Ivan.

But unlike the gentlemanly attire he had worn in the afternoon, Ivan was wearing casual clothes with some bloodstains on them, and he also had a person's severed arm in his hand.

"Is that Scott? Why are you here?"

Ivan's breath was heavy when he spoke, but he was not worried about Scott's safety at all.

He was jogging towards Scott holding the severed arm of an assassin, with a black and red halberd behind him.

The author certainly recognized this halberd, it was Ivan's special weapon in the original work:

Ipval.

"Ivan is the one swinging the gun, and I am the one wielding the sword. This setting is very authentic."

There were blood stains on the blade of the halberd, and it seemed that Ivan had killed many killers before.

"Ivan...what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Scott was a little confused.

"I'm fine,"

Ivan threw away his severed palm, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off the halberd.

He kept muttering:

"Oh, this is the kind of shit you'll run into when you're in a high position. I don't believe you've never encountered an assassination attempt since you were a child..."

Having said that, Ivan looked down at the killer behind Scott:

...

"With one hand holding the sword... he was cut in half - the explosive power of the Twelve Star Knights is really strong."

Thinking of this, Ivan lowered his head and swallowed his saliva:

Gudong...

"So this is what happened to you." Scott remained calm, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood stains on the sword.

Ivan wiped the halberd clean and pinned it back behind him:

"Being a chief is a high-risk job. The safest way is to hide underground - I can't do that anyway, so I can only be careful.

"So the chief's assistant can't be a dandy boy who has guards following him around all day long. In addition to his martial arts, he must have a tough life."

Scott nodded continuously when he heard this: In terms of toughness, who can compare to me except the Duke of Impes?