Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

The winter mornings in Stormland always have a fresh smell of ice and snow. The sun here seems to only shine brightly, pretending to bring warmth.

The long-tailed chickadee, like a fluffy ball, hopped on the bare branches in the backyard, chirping lively.

As the sun rose slowly, the manor slowly woke up and stretched in the morning light.

Today is the day of routine cleaning of the Lord's Mansion.

At this time, Qiao Yi was standing in front of the warehouse door, looking at the mottled white pine door, feeling a little toothache.

He, Qiao Yi, the lord of Stormland, the (former) nobleman of the Stuart Dynasty, now actually has to carry buckets and brooms to clean the warehouse himself.

What a bummer this is.

Who would have imagined that there would be only three and a half servants in such a huge lord's mansion.

The butler, Old Gener, counts as one, and the Dean brothers who were picked up and raised by Old Gener, count as two.

As for the other half, it was the cook who came to the castle to cook part-time and went home at night.

The lord is poor, and the people of Stormland are also very busy.

In the memory of the original owner, Joey, the memory of his parents who passed away when he was very young is very vague, and more of it is the old Gener who raised the three of them.

Old Gunner is too old to do heavy work.

So a lot of things were done by Joey himself.

Of course, it's Qiao Yi's turn now.

The door of the warehouse was locked, and Joe shook the rust on the lock before opening the door.

"Squeak-"

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, made a toothache sound, and the dust fell down.

There are no windows in the warehouse, and the huge space is dusty and empty. There are scattered old furniture that will not be used temporarily, but it doesn't look messy.

Some wardrobes with peeling paint stood in the corner, but when you approached the past, you could see the exquisite and complicated hollow carvings on them.

On the corner cabinet next to it is a gorgeous copper candlestick, which has been covered with green patina.

Everything here reveals how prosperous that lost kingdom was.

Now these exquisite and gorgeous objects are covered with dust, but they show a bit of ancient and heavy feeling.

Qiao Yi noticed that there were some hanging pictures stacked against the wall, with a thin layer of dust on them.

He swept the thin dust on it, and carefully picked up the top painting.

It was a portrait painting. The wooden frame had become like a shortbread over time, and it was shattered when touched. There were also patterns of fungal growth on it, but the paint on the canvas was as bright as new.

The portrait is a majestic middle-aged man, wearing a red robe and a crown, with black hair and black eyes unique to the blood of the Stuart royal family.

It seems that it should be a certain king of the Stuart dynasty.

It's just that Qiao Yi's eyes fell on the distinctive black crown.

——To be precise, it is on the huge blood diamond inlaid on the crown.

Qiao Yi: ... Although I don't know who this person is, but the blood diamond looks very valuable.

After looking at it twice, Qiao Yi lost interest and put down the portrait.

He went outside the warehouse and brought in the bucket, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean up the dust and cobwebs that fell in the house.

This is not a big project, and there are not many things in the warehouse.

By the time the elf-like silver-throated long-tailed tits in the yard flew away to look for food, Qiao Yi had almost cleaned it up.

He clapped his hands, looked at the brand-new warehouse, nodded, and turned to leave.

"Ugh--"

Suddenly there was a sigh in the empty room.

Qiao Yi's footsteps paused, and he listened carefully.

Quiet as a chicken.

...You heard me wrong.

He shook his head and raised his foot to leave.

"Ugh--"

There was another sound, clearly audible.

Joe One: ...

……what?

Qiao Yi looked around the warehouse and poked the system:

"Is there something here?"

System: I don't know.

Joe One: ...?

System: ...Wait a minute, I'll start a detection for you.

Qiao Yi: ...that's too much, I'll ask myself.

He turned around: "Who is it?"

There was an eerie silence in the space.

Then a very excited male voice sounded:

"Hey can you hear me?! Can you really hear me? Clap your hands if you can hear me!"

Joe One: ...?

"……don't want."

I feel so naive.

"!∪After ten years someone can finally hear me I'm so hard no one is talking to me I'm going crazy hey little guy can you take me out in the sun I've been here for over 30 years I haven't seen the sun in over 30 years and I'm starting to get moldy..."

Qiao Yi: "...Who are you?"

Speaking of which, wouldn't it be frustrating to say such a long list without panting?

The voice fell silent for a moment.

Then he said, "I am your ancestor."

Joe One: ...

No speculation, goodbye.

Turn around and leave.

"Hey, hey! Don't go, don't go! You listen to my explanation! I am really your ancestor!!"

"I! The fifth king of Stuart! Andrei Siatuart! I order you! Come back to me!"

Qiao Yi stopped his hand that was about to touch the door, turned around, walked to the previous portrait, and touched the cold canvas with his hand: "So it's you."

[Ding—abnormal fluctuations detected! 】

The system suddenly ding-dong, and a line of subtitles appeared in front of my eyes.

Qiao Yi: ...This system, don't you think your reflex arc is a bit rebellious?

[After testing, the danger level of the strange smell is: vegetable dog.Do you want to make a picture book of strange news immediately? ]... This level of danger,

Are you serious?

……

In the end, Joe took Andrea's ancestor, Stuart, out of the warehouse.

When he carried the portrait into the study, the butler, Old Gener, had just come out after cleaning the study.

"Oh, isn't this little Gener? It's grown so much! The study is still the same as before, it hasn't changed much. Huh? Who is this? Why is it hung where I hung it 30 years ago? It looks familiar Ah. By the way, little guy, where's Little Brook? Why didn't you see him?"

Joe One: ...

[I don’t want to pay attention to this scumbag who has been ignored for more than 30 years and now suddenly opens the gate to release the flood.jpg.]

"Grandpa Gener, do you have a better picture frame at home?"

Joe tapped the broken picture frame in his hand.

Then the picture frame began to rustle and crumble.

"No." Old Gener shook his head and paused, "But I can ask Roy to make one for you."

"Okay, then it's troublesome."

Joe nodded, and carried his ancestor into the study.

"Hey little guy, what's your name?"

"Joe one."

"Can you hang me to the original place? It has a better view there. I used to hang it there for many years. I can't sleep without it."

"No."

"...Why! I am your ancestor!"

"There's my father hanging there."

"..."

The ancestor was silent for a long time before speaking a little lonely:

"...Ah, is Little Brook gone? He was 17 when I was put in the warehouse."

Qiao Yi wiped off the sawdust from the frame on the portrait, and hung him next to his father's portrait: "Father died of illness ten years ago."

"...That's it."

Andrea in the portrait lowered her head, looking a little sad.

From the time when her soul was trapped in the portrait, Andrea passed through the hands of several people for hundreds of years, until it passed into the hands of Qiao Yi's grandfather a few decades ago.

But his favorite was little Brooke, who was a child at the time.

The little guy was always sneaking into the study to talk to Andrea.

——Although he couldn't hear Andrea's voice.

It can be said that Brooke grew up under the nose of Andrea.

It wasn't until Brooke was 17 years old that Qiao Yi's grandfather passed away that Andrea was taken back to the warehouse, where a portrait of Joe Yi's grandfather was replaced.

And now, the person on the portrait finally became Brooke.

"...I want to be quiet."

Andrea Road.

Joe nodded in understanding.

It does take a while to accept the sudden news that an old friend has passed away.

And Qiao Yi has more important things to do now.

The subtitle of making the illustrated book has been floating in front of his eyes for a long time, and he can't ignore it.

……

in the bedroom.

Joe clutched the quill in one hand, and the white pages of the "Illustrated Book of Strange Stories" were spread out in front of him.

Qiao Yi: ...I never expected that the illustration book cannot be automatically generated, and I have to draw it manually!

He thought of the very soulful lottery wheel on the lottery page.

...I'm afraid it wasn't manually drawn by the system.

And as a straight steel man with a solid science and engineering major, such things as painting...

Hehe, can he still be called a straight man of steel if he can draw?

"If I don't draw well, will the reward shrink?"

Joe asked.

System: "No, don't worry, I tried."

...So the turntable that is drawn as an irregular polygon is really from your hand!

Qiao Yi grabbed the quill, licked his mouth, and wrote confidently.

…Ham, isn’t it just a portrait, how difficult is it?

Draw a box first...

...emmmma the drawing is crooked.

Then draw a stickman in the box.

...can emmma stickman's head be a triangle?

Don't care about the garlic, blind jr Huaba.

Two minutes later, Qiao Yi looked at the crooked kindergarten-style pattern on the white page, and fell silent for a while.

Joe One: ...I tried my best.

[Ding——The collection of strange stories is successful! 】

[Congratulations on your lifespan x5 days, lottery ticket x1]

Joe one:? ? ? ? ? 5 days? ? ? ?What about playing?

What should I do if I am reminded by the system every day? ?

[You now have a chance to draw a lottery, do you want to use it immediately? 】The page of the book turned to the lottery page, and Qiao Yi saw the ugly and unique turntable again.

Only this time there are five prizes on the wheel:

[Hardy Crop Seeds (Random)]

[Rusty Dagger x1]

[Break iron bucket x1]

[Nongfu Sanquan bottled water 2 liters x1]

[Thank you for your patronage]

Qiao Yi: ...There are so many slots and no mouths.

I knew there would be such things as clutter, but I never thought that this clutter would be so cluttered.

Nongfu Sanquan, are you sure it's not the system? Did you write it wrong because your Mandarin is not lost?

And that thank you for your patronage... Seriously?

[Please confirm whether to draw a prize immediately]

Qiao Yi: ... let's smoke.

The subtitles in front of him flickered, and the pages of the book flipped.

[Congratulations on getting Nongfu Sanquan bottled water X1. The prize has been mailed to Caiji Station. Please use the pick-up code 6666 to claim it. 】Joe One: Hehe.

Shouldn't I be lucky that I didn't get the thank you for your patronage and the iron barrel dagger?

As soon as Joe reached the bedside, he opened the bedside table.

Sure enough, there was already a package in the empty cabinet.

"Tear--"

Qiao Yi chose to violently tear up the courier with his bare hands.

"boom--"

"Da da da da da-"

A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the box the size of a basketball trembled, but black shadows the size of a fist shot out continuously like a machine gun.

"Gan!!"

Qiao Yi got into the closet, heard the sound of something slamming on the closet door, touched his bruised forehead, and stared in shock at the express boxes that were still being launched on the ground.

On the ground, in addition to a large bucket of red and white packaged mineral water, there was also a fist-sized...

potato.

Joe one:? ? ? ? ? ? ?What's the matter? ? ? ?

System: The wrong product was sent.

Joe one:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

……

At the same time, in the depths of the Whispering Forest, the arrow in the hand of the blond elf was aimed at the golden pheasant looking for food.

However, at the next moment, he suddenly let go of the fully drawn bowstring, stood up and looked towards the east, a gloomy light flashed in his blue eyes.

In the center of the elves, the huge and green treetops are shining with light. The old priest knelt on the altar, holding a handful of dead leaves in his hand, bowing his head and praying in a low voice: Great goddess Pandeia*, please grant Galanodel* - Guided by your faithful disciples, Awaken the new shoots of the Tree of Life.We are longing for your stars to shine on the land of Jalan Nord, and the torch that bestows the soul of Jalan Nord, leading us back to our hometown, back to your bright embrace...