A foreign viscount named Karen Erdia. The blond lady pretended to be flat, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, and then she put on a pretty face, "Edward, it's almost twelve o'clock, two hours beyond the normal sleep time, where's Adeline?" I want to ask her why she agreed with you to wait for me! You are the only remaining direct blood of this family, so you can't be too willful. "
"I, I sneaked out of the room, it's none of Adeline's business..." The little boy Edward made a pitiful look, knowing that his mother was just giving him a lesson.
…
"Master, maybe you will have a new father." A maid whispered to Edward who had grown a lot taller.
Edward, who was still young, looked gloomy. There was a sense of irritability. In the past two years, my mother and the Viscount Caronaldia have gotten closer and closer, and it seems that there is a tendency to be together. I am getting less and less love from my mother, and I have less and less time to spend with She chats and plays, what a hateful man!
"Although the master has been called by the Lord, the wife has worked very hard to support the family, and she should be blessed to pursue her own happiness, but you must remember, young master, that you are the only heir to the title and inheritance. Viscount Karen Erdia cannot be allowed to Transfer the property little by little." The maid loyal to the family reminded Edward to take precautions.
But Edward blurted out: "Is he approaching my mother for money and title? No. I must stop him!"
finished. The boy stomped and ran towards the hall, leaving the maid stunned, I, I just remind you to pay attention. No such meaning.
"Woo, mom, I was wrong, I shouldn't be rude to the Viscount!" Not long after, Edward's cries came from the living room. He was pushed down on the sofa by his mother and beat him severely. Ass, cry so sadly.
The blond lady snorted, and said apologetically to the iceberg-like Viscount Calendia, "I'm sorry. I didn't teach the child well."
"It's nothing, children of this age are all so naughty." Viscount Caronaldia said softly.
"Edward, quickly apologize to the Viscount," the blond lady ordered.
Edward apologized with sobs, and then acted fiercely while his mother was not paying attention. Very softly said: "I won't let you take my mother away!"
Viscount Caronaldia still had no expression on his face, like looking at a kitten with its teeth and claws but no actual deterrent.
…
"You will be called the Viscount's father in the future." The blond lady said to Edward a little shyly.
Edward pouted, trying to keep his face expressionless: "Yes, Mom."
Viscount Calendia, who was sitting across the table, was cutting a bloody steak, and said to Edward seriously like a real father: "Your current knight teacher is not good enough. I will teach you personally starting tomorrow."
"...I will definitely work hard." Edward clenched his fist quietly, vowing to make this damned man angry during training.
…
Slap, Edward was thrown to the ground, crying in pain.
"If crying is useful, what do you need swordsmanship for?" Viscount Caronaldia said without any regret, "So, you are just a child, not a man. A real man will not cry even if he bleeds."
Edward rolled to his feet, staring at him viciously.
Viscount Caronaldia waved the wooden sword in his hand: "Don't you hate me? Don't you want to drive me away? Then use the knight sword in your hand to do it! Or are you a coward who likes to fail?"
Edward uttered a ferocious cry, raised his wooden sword and charged towards Viscount Caronaldia, was knocked down again and again, and stood up again and again.
"I won't compromise with you!" he thought.
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On the church square, a cross stands there, and a mature and beautiful blonde lady is tied to it.
"Mom! Mom!" Edward was struggling towards the cross under the restraint of several knight attendants, with tears and horror on his face.
The bishop held the Holy Emblem of Truth, drew a cross on his chest, pointed at the blond lady and said, "As a nobleman, she fell into darkness and became a slave of vampires, trying to turn the Lord's lamb into food for vampires."
The blond lady seemed to have lost her soul, she stared blankly at the bishop without saying a word, but Edward retorted loudly: "No! No! My mother never hurt anyone!"
The bishop ignored Edward at all, and continued: "You are evil and dirty, but the Lord is merciful and merciful. Purification is His gift, and it is your way to heaven. I want to ask you, do you Willing to repent, do you want to crawl under the Lord's feet again?"
"If, if I repent, can Edward be pardoned? He's just a child and doesn't understand anything!" The blond lady seemed to come alive.
The bishop painted a cross: "The Lord is just and strict. As long as Edward can survive the fire, it means that he is innocent."
The blond lady laughed sadly: "Hahaha, let me answer you, I would rather search hard in hell than go to heaven and lose myself!"
"Sinner, then go to hell and repent." The bishop sent out a holy light in a cold tone, and lit the stake.
"No!" Edward cried out in agony, piercing his heart, as if he could see the eyes looking at him tenderly through the burning flames.
I don't know how long it took, Edward just passed out from crying. Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear: "Sorry, I'm late."
Edward struggled to open his eyes and saw the man who caused his mother to be burned to death. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's all you! If it wasn't for you, why would mother be tied to the stake!"
"I'm sorry, I'm late." Viscount Caronaldia's face was gloomy, like an iceberg that had an avalanche.
"Late?" Edward sneered beyond his age, "What a good reason!"
Then he spit out word by word: "You are the murderer who killed my mother!"
Viscount Karen Diya sighed: "No matter what you say, I will take good care of you."
He lowered his head and leaned close to Edward's neck, his four teeth suddenly grew longer: "From now on, you will be the Viscount Caronaldia."
A tingling pain came from his neck, Edward's expression was numb, and his eyes were still full of sparks of hatred.
…
The cold and dreamy silver moon hangs high in the sky, creating silvery white ripples on the smooth mirror-like lake.
The blond-haired and golden-eyed Viscount Calendia held a glass of red wine and stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the beautiful scenery.
"Master, are you remembering the past again?" The old butler Ned came in from the outside.
Viscount Calendia nodded expressionlessly: "Hate will never be forgotten."
The old butler didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only proceed from a practical point of view: "Master, you are just a great knight, and the strength of the old viscount is close to that of an eighth-level sky knight."
"If you're not even afraid of death, what's there to be afraid of?" The handsome and masculine Viscount Calendia suddenly smiled, "This irresponsible man will be killed sooner or later, and I will also train myself, I hope Become a Sky Knight as soon as possible."
"But you are his descendant, and you have no intention of resisting him at all." Ned said again.
Viscount Caronaldia breathed out, did not continue this topic, turned around and entered a secret room, looked at the handsome man with silver hair and silver eyes in the portrait and said: "Grandpa, although I haven't seen you many times, but I can feel your love and hope to follow you and get your guidance... "
After the "prayer", Viscount Karenldiya suddenly focused his eyes, and saw a wine glass on the table, which contained a viscous red liquid, in which there were countless hallucinatory symbols floating up and down.
"This is?" he asked in amazement.
The old butler Ned's eyes widened: "This is, this is the origin of the blood of the first generation of vampires, old, the old earl has been here?"
"Grandpa?" Viscount Caronaldia looked around, but unfortunately found nothing, but he quickly laughed, "As long as I fuse this blood, I won't be afraid that the man will suppress my blood."
The old butler said helplessly: "The hobbies and habits of the old earl have not changed at all. How can such a tragedy be interesting?"
"Kamorechuk, did you notice anything just now?" Viscount Karonaldia asked.
A dull humming sound sounded, as if the whole castle was shaking: "No, it's just the nose, the nose is a little itchy, ah-choo!"
It sneezed heavily, and the window panes rattled.
Viscount Caronaldia was silent for a while, and said half-jokingly: "The deepest impression I have on Grandpa is that he likes to observe everything in secret, like a voyeur."
Ah Choo!
Someone on the distant mountain suddenly sneezed.
Extra Story 4 Helen
Berkeley has gotten used to this magnificent building, and is no longer amazed at its appearance which is very different from other magic towers, only liking and admiring it from the bottom of his heart.
Moreover, as soon as he saw this magic tower, Berkeley felt a sense of stability and steadfastness. He was no longer afraid or afraid, and he no longer woke up from dreams like he used to, worrying about being found by the night watchman and sent to the stake.
"This is a magician's paradise..." Berkeley closed his eyes and sighed softly. Then a flame seemed to burn in his heart. Will she still be there today
He quickened his pace, walked through the hall of the magic tower, and directly entered the first area of the first floor with the "Ordinary Arcane Library".
Since many arcanists are used to reading or studying directly in the library after borrowing books, so that they can quickly understand what materials are still missing, so the Magic Council established a "reading room" in a spare place in District 1. Provide Arcanists with a quiet reading space.
Later, many arcanists found that the environment here is very suitable for reading books that do not require experiments, and they also came here to study.
Berkeley took out two thick black-covered books from his storage bag, took two deep breaths, then pretended to study carefully, and slowly entered the "reading room".
As soon as he entered, he looked towards the window, hoping to see a beautiful figure there.
"She's really here again!" Berkeley was overjoyed in his heart, and his expression became bright uncontrollably.
The sun shines in through the window, quietly pouring on a beautiful girl. She is focused and indifferent, her facial features are exquisite, her lips are black and blue but revealing a strange charm, coupled with the halo caused by the sun, her whole person is like an ice and snow elf, hard to describe.
This was the most beautiful and attractive woman that Berkeley had seen in all parts of the continent, so much so that he spent most of the week in the "reading room", quietly admiring this girl, unable to extricate himself.
"No, it can't go on like this..." Berkeley said to himself. It seems to be determined to work hard. "No one knows if she will come to the reading room next week. After all, she rarely comes before. You must know her and not miss it!"
He puffed himself up. After dozens of seconds, he finally made up his mind. He took the book and walked towards the girl.
"Don't be afraid. It's just meeting friends normally!"
"Take out the courage you used to contact the noble lady!"
Countless thoughts flooded Berkeley's mind, and he felt that his footsteps were as weak as his heart.
The girl looked intently at the book in her hand, and from time to time she was figuring out something on the draft paper. Didn't notice Berkeley's approach.
Her hair seemed to be made of ice crystals, clear and crystal clear in the sunlight, reflecting a faint colorful halo, which dazzled Berkeley.
"Dear Madam, may I sit here?" Berkeley asked with dry lips, feeling his voice was trembling a bit.
Rustle, rustle, the sound of the quill brushing across the paper was uninterrupted, and the absolutely beautiful girl didn't even raise her head, she was still focused as before.
"Dear lady, may I sit here?" Berkeley restrained his timidity of turning away and asked again.
Crashing, flipping the book, this elf-like girl nodded her head seemingly imperceptibly.
Hallucination? Berkeley thought unsurely, but he immediately told himself, no matter, as long as she didn't object directly, then agree!
He carefully sat opposite the girl, glanced at her secretly, and was shocked by Jing's delicate and unreal face again. At the same time, he noticed that there were two badges on the other party's magic robe, a four-star arcanist badge, and a The badge of the magician with two black rings.
So young to be an intermediate arcanist? Berkeley was shocked, and then his mind kept running, trying to understand.
"Ma'am, I have been in the council for several years, but I have never met someone whose arcane level exceeds the magic level. You are really an arcane genius." Berkeley tried his best to make his smile elegant and handsome.
Holding the quill, the girl continued to write something without even making a sound.
Berkeley's smile froze on his face, she doesn't like this topic
So, he said again: "Ma'am, you seem to have the blood of ice and snow elves? This is a very rare blood. I remember that only the Northland can exist."
As soon as the words fell, the girl suddenly raised her left hand, which surprised Berkeley, and finally responded!
The girl's slender eyebrows were frowned, and she held her cheek with her left hand, and her index finger unconsciously stretched out to her mouth, touching her lips, but she still didn't look at Berkeley or say a word.
Berkeley was first attracted by this beautiful picture, and then a huge depression surged, and the frustration of failure gnawed deeply at his heart.
No, you can't just give up like this!
If you miss it, there is no chance, who knows if she is from the Northland, who knows if she will return soon!
A few minutes later, Berkeley mustered up his courage again and softened his stiff smile: "Ma'am, I admire your concentration, and I'm curious about what you're researching."
As soon as he said that, he wanted to slap himself hard, because he could see that the books in front of the girl were full of familiar mathematical symbols, and it was not difficult to guess what type of book it was.
The index finger of the girl's left hand seems to have reached her lips a little, her eyes are focused on the draft paper, and the quill pen held in her right hand continues to move, as if only she and the books, paper, pens and ink in front of her are left in the world, nothing else The existence of a human being, even sitting across from her, is still regarded as air.
Berkeley was silent for a few more minutes, his heart burning hot, so he regrouped and said, "Ma'am, I looked at it, and you seem to be learning about calculus. I don't know what problem you have encountered. Can you tell us and let's discuss it together?" , although I have only been in the council for a few years, I still have a good grasp of calculus, after all, it is related to the solution of the spell model... "
He tried to start from where the girl was most concerned.
Before Berkeley could finish his sentence, the girl suddenly raised her head, and looked at him seriously with eyes that were translucent like ice crystals, making his heart shake and he couldn't hold back.
"How should the limit be strictly defined in order to avoid the problems that occurred before? What about continuity? What about derivative? What about infinitesimal? How should they be self-consistently defined mathematically..." The girl's voice was cold and refreshing, like snowflakes falling in winter, her tone It's full of seriousness.
Berkeley was dumbfounded, his mouth was half-open, and it was difficult to close it. What are these problems? What is she researching? So, so scary!
His brain seemed to have been swept away by the legendary spell "Spiritual Storm", and nothing could be found, but the girl looked at him intently, and he subconsciously replied: "I, I haven't thought about these questions …”
The girl said "Oh", without any disdain, only a touch of disappointment, and continued to bury her head, writing her own thoughts.
Looking at the cold girl bathed in the bright sunshine in front of him, Berkeley felt that his heart was devastated and he had no fighting spirit. She was a goddess in the arcane field, and she could only be seen from a distance, admired, and could not get close.
The Rise of the Extraordinary Parliament