I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

In the gray world, fog shrouded this graveyard of death, and the cries of crows awakened the confused wizard.

Bennett walked towards the tombstone in front, which was engraved with a farewell message and a colorful picture in the middle.

Aimee Stark, the guardian of Razlan and the deceased wife of the Scourge mage.

Bennett was a little confused. What was this?

This is my wife's grave.

The picture shows Aimee at the age of 16. She is still so beautiful.

Bennett stepped forward and wiped the dust off the tombstone with his sleeve.

Aimee in the picture suddenly turned around and stared straight at the boy in front of the tombstone.

"Bennett, you're here."

The strange scene did not scare Bennett, he just replied calmly:

"Yeah, I'm here."

The picture responded with a slight smile, followed by a horrified wail.

"what……"

The wailing became more and more mournful, causing the surrounding fog to roll together and transform into countless evil spirits that entangled Bennett.

Tearing off the gray mist on his body with horror, Bennett looked at the photo of his wife.

The girl's hair was becoming dry, her skin was starting to become wrinkled, corpse spots were constantly growing on it, and then it was rotting, her eyeballs were falling out, her nose was collapsing, and her teeth were starting to become exposed.

She covered her face and begged, "Don't look at me, Bennett, please, don't look at me."

"No, Aimee, no matter what you become, I love you. Don't be afraid. I am by your side. I will always be with you."

"No, Bennett, I don't want you to accompany me."

The photo turned gray.

The young man stretched out his hand, and despite being pulled by the evil spirit behind him, he struggled to touch the decaying photo.

The girl inside completely turned into a rotten corpse and stopped struggling.

She raised her head, and the empty eyes stared at the boy grimly.

"Bennett, I hate you!!!"

"Do not……"

……

"Do not……"

The boy on the bed began to struggle hard, and Aimee stepped forward to hold down his twitching hands and feet.

"Potion, quick."

The little maid brought the potion and took out the cap, but unfortunately the struggling boy was unable to cooperate with her in feeding the medicine.

"Feed me the medicine!"

The little maid stared at Aimee blankly, holding the bottle of medicine in her hand, at a loss as to what to do.

The boy had already started foaming at the mouth, and Aimee shouted anxiously:

"Quick!"

"Yes."

He held the potion fed by the maid in his mouth, then suddenly bent down and passed the potion into the boy's mouth.

The boy swallowed the blood and the potion together, leaving two neat bloody bites on Aimee's lips.

Such a scene obviously frightened the little maid. Her tears kept falling. Under Aimee's pressing gaze, she continued to feed the potion to Aimee with trembling.

The potion was finally completely taken, Bennett stopped struggling, and Aimee's lips were rotten beyond recognition.

The little maid cried and found the healing medicine, and watched Aimee sew up the wound with the needle and thread in the drawer.

"Miss, wuwuwu..."

Aimee looked back at the little maid, and the emerald green light of the lake comforted the little maid's fear.

The wound has been sutured.

"It's okay. I often get injured during training. Look, I'm still fine now. I have the medicine, so there won't be any scars."

The words were slurred, her lips not yet functioning properly.

But the little maid understood and eagerly helped Aimee apply medicine on the wound.

……

I opened my gray eyes. The sun was setting. The world outside the window was brilliant crimson. The whole world was burning madly.

There was a faint taste of blood in his mouth, and Bennett knew what it was. He was already awake at that time, but the erosion of magic power caused his body to have an immune reaction, and he could no longer control his body.

His soul was still growing and developing, which was not a good thing for him, as his body was heading towards collapse.

But he was in no mood to think about that now.

"Aimee! Aimee! Aimee!"

"I'm here."

Looking at Aimee who had thrown herself on the bed, Bennett stretched out his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch her face, and the gray in his eyes turned blue again.

"I love you, Aimee."

"Ugh?"

Aimee was a little confused and held Bennett's outstretched hand. She couldn't smile, so she could only squint her eyes and say:

"I know."

The words were still unclear, but Bennett understood them clearly. Looking at the wound on her lip, tears could not stop flowing down.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Aimee didn't know what happened to Bennett, and as long as he didn't tell her, she wouldn't ask. This is the wisdom of the nobility.

"Aimee, take me to see the lord."

"Okay, I'll carry you."

He took Bennett's arm, carried him on his back, and walked towards the lord's study.

……

"Bang bang."

"Come in."

"Father, it's Bennett looking for you."

After putting Bennett on the sofa, Aimee was about to leave.

"Don't go out, listen to it too."

Aimee glanced at Bennett, and when he didn't say anything, she sat down next to Bennett.

The lord sat on the sofa, glanced at Aimee's lips which were covered with stitches, narrowed his eyes, but still didn't say much.

"What's wrong, Bennett?"

"Lord, let's evacuate."

The lord turned the ring in his hand. He knew why Bennett said that. Mervyn had told him six years ago and mentioned it again recently.

But letting go of one's territory is not an easy decision.

"Did Mervyn tell you everything?"

"Yes."

"What do you think the possibility is?"

"Mervin wouldn't lie to me."

He didn't call Teacher Mervyn, and the lord turned the ring in his hand again.

The teacher didn't even call them, this is not just a normal falling out.

The green eyes were deep and dark. The lord did not trust Mervyn, and he was also skeptical about Bennett because there was Mervy between him and Bennett.

But he knew Bennett couldn't act.

This is a good thing.

The lord glanced at Aimee from the corner of his eye. Lucky girl, she had someone she could completely trust by her side.

"I've been thinking about this recently. Now that you've said that, you should leave."

"you?"

Aimee was very sensitive to the words of the nobles, and she could instantly understand the hidden meaning of the lord's words.

"Father, what are you doing?"

"Someone needs to stay behind to cover us, Aimee."

The room fell silent again.

"A knight will not abandon his monarch, and a noble will not abandon his subjects. In this aspect of nobility, Aimee, you have done much better than Kenny. Although you are still immature, your mother will teach you."

The lord handed the ring in his hand to Aimee.

Aimee's eyes widened. These words and actions had made it clear that she would be the future ruler of Razlan, a countess.

The veins of the Giant Wolf family flow with rights and responsibilities, and the blood of nobility.

Aimee's eyes gave off the look of a wolf cub facing its alpha wolf.

Disbelief, confusion, horror.

He wondered if the lord was testing her.

She did not take the ring from the lord, and the lord was not in a hurry either. If she wanted to become the leader of the wolves, she had to be ambitious.

The wildness in their eyes began to grow stronger, and the giant wolf family has never lacked wildness in their hearts.

I took the ring from the lord's hand. The time was short, but the lord saw it all, suspicion and ambition, the rules of survival of the nobility: rights and responsibilities, and the fate that the nobility bears.

"Lord Aimee Stark, I am proud of you."

Lord Aimee Stark, here we go.