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

If it weren't for the fact that Ivan was honest and didn't do anything inappropriate to Stella, Eric would have wanted to beat Ivan up and let him know the consequences of bullying Stella.

The carriage had reached the Lange Territory. The main industry here was the flower industry, and the path they passed through was next to the famous Rainbow Valley.

It is a tourist attraction filled with flowers, and is also a great place to propose.

Eric turned his head to the window and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the car.

Although he was already engaged to Ada, what he was thinking about was the scene of Stella and her future partner playing and laughing in the sea of ​​flowers.

In Eric's imagination, his sister's other half must be tall, handsome, capable, and truly a "perfect son-in-law" recognized by the family - this is consistent with Stella's fantasy.

He also believed that only such a man could be Stella's husband.

Seeing Eric distracted, Ivan couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with you..."

Then Ivan also looked in the direction Eric was looking: the carriage was passing through a scenic area planted with trees full of white flowers.

He remembered that there was a forest planted with such flowering trees at the foot of the hill where the Duke of Impess lived. When he was a child, he often played in that forest with Lady Impess and Scott.

But he always thought that the flowers were oleanders because he heard from Mrs. Nora that they were poisonous.

"Ivan, you know so much. What does the white oleander flower mean?"

Ivan didn't understand Eric's idea, he chuckled:

"Why, when the time is right, do you want to decorate this place as a wedding venue and propose to Ada?"

Eric rolled his eyes at Ivan:

"This person is really short-sighted..."

But thinking about it, it seemed that Ivan could only think of this much, so he didn't say anything.

Eric said helplessly: "I know white oleander is poisonous. If it were me, I should have used white roses or pink roses or something like that."

"If you ask, the flower language of white oleander is 'pure and unchanging friendship' or 'faith in love'..."

When Ivan looked carefully at the flowers outside the window, he burst out laughing.

"Ivan, this is not oleander, this is tung tree. It is the characteristic flower of Lange's territory."

"Ah? Did I make a mistake?" Eric was stunned.

He mistook oleander for so many years, but it turned out to be tung tree flowers...

Ivan nodded helplessly:

"But tung blossoms do have the meaning of 'first love, steadfast loyalty'. But like oleander, it is also highly poisonous."

"Oh."

Eric squinted his eyes and looked up at the tung tree. He saw white petals and slightly reddish stamens.

He suddenly muttered: "From a distance, this flower looks like you."

"Uh...it looks like it, right?" Ivan scratched his head. He was speechless.

Eric felt better and turned his eyes back to Ivan.

He looked at Ivan's silver hair and red eyes and fell into deep thought. Then he imagined the scene of Stella and Ivan playing in the sea of ​​flowers.

He was speechless:

"But if they can really become a couple, it doesn't seem like a bad thing."

Eric weighed it in his heart: Ivan is much more reliable than those men who try every means to be with Stella but actually want to share the family property.

......

Viscount Lange's House.

Ivan told Eric that as the chief, he had to go through the process to comfort his men who were guarding here. Naturally, he would encounter some troublesome people.

Eric had nothing to do, so he went upstairs with him.

Squeak——

Two palace knights opened the door where the criminals were held for Ivan and the others, and they saw the room.

The rooms where criminals are held have been specially designed to prevent people from committing suicide:

Cutlery that won’t break, utensils with smooth edges, plastic mirrors, and windows that can’t be opened physically.

Eric said calmly:

"In order to control them, Viscount Lange's mansion was transformed into this overnight. It no longer feels like home."

"Who asked them to commit suicide and get themselves into this place?" Ivan pondered.

There is no doubt that they were being bullied by someone again.

Someone said sarcastically, "Why are you in the mood to look at me? I knew you still care about my life and don't let me commit suicide."

The two of them were in no good mood to see the face of some fake person who was punished but still maintained his nobility, and they looked at each other.

Eric had some gentle ways of getting someone to shut up: he had narcotics in his pocket.

thump.

Someone who forced himself to add drama fell down.

The world is quiet.

Then came the hurried footsteps of some men and the sounds of tools used to strengthen management.

Eric glazed over.

"Let's go, don't waste time." (Ivan)

"Uh-huh." Eric walked away woodenly.

One of the men took a rusty key and opened the chain tied to the rusty door of the basement.

The door itself was magical, and Haines's activities were limited to the house. They really had never been here.

When the heavy door was pulled open by two men, a long marble corridor came into view.

This marble corridor had not been cleaned for many years, and there was a thick layer of dust on the walls and the floor. Dust would fly up whenever someone stepped on it.

Eric looked at the dust rising at his feet and fell into deep thought. He was silent for a while and then said, "If my mother hadn't clearly stated that the things that couldn't be moved were in there, I would have thought this was a haunted house."

"This is all the result of time. Please step back a little."

Ivan took a step forward and used his hands to circulate magic power:

Whoosh——

Buzz buzz...

Before long, the entire marble corridor was washed and at least it was safe to walk on.

Ivan also used bright magic to increase visibility in the basement. Then, after ensuring safety, his men stood guard at the door and they walked one after another in the underground corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a black double door.

Ivan stretched out his hand to test it: there was magic on the door and it was impossible to force it open.

Eric saw Ivan's bewildered look and sighed:

"Ugh,

(There was a rustling sound around him as he spoke)

"Those were chaotic years, and to prevent theft, my mother destroyed the only key after storing these things.

“But this door is also enchanted, and even the most powerful destructive magic cannot break it.

"That's why my mother asked me to come here with a person with magical powers. We can only meet..."

Click!

Eric heard the sound of something collapsing. He came to his senses and looked in the direction of the sound:

"...luck..."

From his perspective, the wall next to Ivan had been burned by him to create a big hole.

Ivan held a large brick in his hand, and he stared at Eric blankly while holding it:

"...Sorry, I can't tear down the door, but I can just break down the wall...that should be ok, right?"

...

Eric gave a thumbs up: "You are too mean..."