Dear Broom Knight

Although Charles, encouraged by Varella, was convinced that painstakingly planning for his future and diligently socializing was the right choice,

he would occasionally doubt himself upon hearing his parents' dismissive remarks, wondering if he was being too greedy.

Even though Baron Lowry had assigned him tasks precisely because of his communication skills and adaptability, Charles still occasionally lacked confidence.

Therefore, Charles was well aware that the reason he was working so hard yet unable to advance to the intermediate level was due to a flaw in his willpower.

Sister Varella would never be like him.

She possessed an iron will that drove her forward relentlessly, never stopping even if she passed a gold mine.

Naturally, she would never look back at the mud that had once trapped her feet.

Charles sat quietly in the corner, silently recalling past events.

He looked up at the busy Lowry, hesitating several times before speaking.

Lowry, who had long noticed Charles's gaze, took a feather and clipped it into a folder, then looked up at him: "What do you want to ask?

Don't worry about disturbing me; I already have some idea of what's going on."

Charles hesitated for a moment, then resolutely asked, "Baron, you never seem to suspect that I would do something… to harm your interests for my own desires."

Lowry chuckled: "How could you ask such a stupid question?

Don't you know that my eyes are all over the territory?

Your every move is under my nose; how could I not notice if you changed?

Besides, the biggest responsibility for you being ambushed actually lies with me."

Charles was stunned for a moment: "How could it be…"

Lowry raised a hand and waved it in front of his chest: "I trusted my birds too much.

I forgot that although they are very good at observing external situations and can sense certain magical fluctuations, they can be deceived by hidden spells that are far beyond their level.

And in Qingfeng Valley, when you and those merchant caravans from outside communicate, there will definitely be several level 8 or higher birds to protect and monitor you.

Especially those who come for the first time, even level 10 birds will go.

So, Charles, you don't need to feel like you did anything wrong; you definitely couldn't have prevented a sneak attack that even those little birds couldn't detect."

Lowry patted the folder, saying with displeasure, "We are just a barony here; we shouldn't be involved in such high-level conflicts.

The reason it's like this is all thanks to His Majesty the King.

One Alex has brought us so much trouble!"

He raised his chin and said to Charles with a serious expression, "Don't think about those things that have already passed, Charles!

If we really want to investigate so much, should we go find my mother, who initially chose this territory?

After all, Leon's adventure group existed in this barony earlier than her; those hidden dangers were inherent to this territory.

But for her at that time, this was her best choice.

Fate, that thing, will always disgust you from time to time, but you have to respect it.

Then, either overcome it or accept it.

Don't make things difficult for yourself because of a past that cannot be changed."

Charles lowered his eyes and suddenly laughed a few times.

He looked earnestly at his baron: "You… seem to have never thought that I am a person with too much ambition and too many desires."

Lowry looked at him blankly, not understanding: "What are you thinking?

Striving to make your life better is such an excellent quality!

You are not climbing up by stepping on other people's blood and tears; you are investing your own time and energy. What's wrong with that?"

Charles stared into Lowry's eyes, a glimmer of tears flashing: "Even if I have to stoop and bow to people in order to gain some benefits for myself, is that… okay?"

Lowry frowned, saying with disapproval, "Naturally, you should act like you are asking for something when you are asking for someone's help.

Even if you are only asking for money.

Who told you that this is wrong?

Your social circle used to be some noble children, all of whom were of higher status than you. You were just a little humble, but you were able to gain their recognition, and no one treated you like a follower… That's so rare!

But you can think carefully, Pat.

Her social circle has never matched her status, but does anyone think she is unworthy and has risen to her position through flattery?

Even without my mother supporting her, Pat is still a well-known talent.

How could you think you are not good enough?"

This has nothing to do with Charles's talent; after all, he has a proper apprentice level.

Charles is not someone who is overly ambitious, wanting to climb the high branches of an earl's descendant with his status as a manor heir. In his social circle, the highest status is only the second son of a baron, at most with a little better talent, but that's it.

Lowry has always admired his way of doing things!

Really.

If it were him, he really wouldn't be able to mingle so smoothly among these noble children with different personalities and good and bad tempers.

With Lowry's temper, who can't stand a little upsetting thing, he is guaranteed to blow up a circle wherever he goes.

He can only live in his carefully selected world, so he really admires those who can speak human language to people and ghost language to ghosts, and still make people and ghosts think he is very good.

Lowry fished out two glasses of wine from his demiplane and handed one to Charles: "Have a drink and forget about those broken things in the past!

They did that only because of their own selfishness, so they didn't want you to have a chance to stand out.

I don't know why you still deceive yourself, keeping those nonsense in your heart, but… from now on, forget it!

What's good and what's bad, let it all go up in smoke with that fire.

Don't think about it anymore."

Bowing to accept the wine glass, Charles took a deep breath: "Yes, Baron."

Then he drank it all in one gulp.

Lowry held his wine glass and stared blankly at Charles.

In order to let Charles express the bitterness in his heart, he took out Barbara's cocktail.

The recipe for this wine is very simple: vodka + cream cocoa + pure cream + ice cubes.

Of course, Lowry's demiplane also has other strong wines, but he is going to accompany him for a few sips!

Therefore, he chose his favorite sweet and spicy one.

Of course, normally speaking, as a mage, he would not drink this thing. At most, he usually drinks Bailey's with strawberry jam + yogurt.

Lowry slowly put down his wine glass.

After understanding what Charles was troubled by, he, who had some sympathy, really planned to accompany him for a drink.

But… Lowry stared at Charles, who was already paralyzed in the sofa… His life is still better than this kid's, so there's no need to risk his life to accompany him.

He stood up, silently put the glass of strong wine into the wine cooler in the study, and then slowly returned to his desk and began to flip through the documents again.

By the way, he reminded himself: The guys from the Mechanical Realm don't understand what exaggeration is or what adjectives are.

This wine perfectly fulfilled the bragging rights of the manufacturer back then: highly pure, impurity-free, and smooth-tasting vodka, bringing a fiery stimulus.

Of course, the reason it is said to be a flame is because the original pulp of this wine can reach 95 degrees.

However, they usually drink diluted ones, with a maximum of 60 degrees.

It's just a loud boast.

But, no matter how intelligent the machine is, it is still a machine. The remnant spirit of that artifact must have believed it to be true, and actually used the original pulp to make cocktails.

Fortunately, Charles helped him avoid this pitfall.

Lowry carefully exhaled a breath, waved his hand to summon a blanket and covered Charles… He had to show his gratitude!

A rapid and firm footstep sounded, and the slightly open study door was knocked twice.

"Baron!" Cheska pushed the door in, and then immediately froze, her expression changing rapidly, "What's wrong with Charles?"

"He's drunk."

"What?"

Sensing Cheska's suddenly rising anger, Lowry quickly explained, "I saw that he was feeling depressed, so I handed him a glass of wine.

I didn't expect it to be too strong; Charles just fell asleep."

Confirming that Charles was not drinking heavily in front of Lowry, Cheska's expression softened a little.

Then she suddenly reacted: "Whiskey… Charles can drink ten glasses.

Baron, what kind of wine is this that is so strong?"

She glanced at the sweet wine on Lowry's table and quickly turned her gaze away: What their baron drinks is not wine at all, it's called chocolate liqueur.

Charles must not have gotten drunk from drinking this thing; that thing can only make him throw up… It's too full.

"In the wine cabinet, that crystal square cup," Lowry saw Cheska's eyes, "You can also try it."

"My alcohol tolerance is not as good as Charles's!" Cheska quickly shook her head, "You can let Taylor try it."

"You are really a good sister," Lowry nodded appreciatively.

Cheska smiled sweetly: "Taylor deserves it."

These two must have quarreled again.

Cheska glanced at Charles again, bringing the topic back to the main track: "Baron, Varella, Mal, and Comran, there are no problems now… They all did an hour of test questions, without any logical errors.

Of us, only Charles should have been tricked.

I have already warned the others that if they suddenly feel nervous and distracted in the next two days, and find that some of their previous practices suddenly feel inappropriate, they should quickly contact me using the feather."

Lowry nodded: "Although the other party is bullying the small with the big, it is not to that extent. Just pay attention to it; don't be too nervous."