Time flies, and the years pass by. In the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed.

Grey Castle, Garden Courtyard.

"What? What? Do you think I want to eat you? What kind of food to the dining table?" In the room, Heath was staring at the little maid in front of him in amazement, and never expected that he was equating with the ogre in the other person's heart.

After several months of getting along, Nicole also felt that she might have thought it wrong, but she still couldn't understand why Heath was so nice to her.

She said voluntarily: "But... but the adults are so nice to Nicole... Nicole really doesn't understand..."

Heath rolled up his index knuckle and knocked Nicole's forehead hard, saying dissatisfied: "What a mess? A boy releases kindness to a girl. The first thing he thinks about is that this boy likes this girl?"

Nicole was stunned: "I like it, do you mean you like Nicole? But you haven't..."

If she could get the blessing of Heath, she would not have any entanglement at this time. At least she would know that she was valuable and useful, not like she did now... having endured so many good things for no reason, it really wouldn't make people feel at ease...

"Uh..." Looking at the worried little maid in front of him, Heath was speechless. This is because he had never considered finding a soul mate in this world. How could two people who grew up under different worldviews fit?

He shook his head: "Don't think so much, you will understand slowly in the future."

After a few months, Heath also learned about this little girl further and knew that she had a very sad life. When she was young, she had no parents and handed them over to her uncle for raising her. His beastly uncle planned to sell her from the beginning, so he instilled many slave ideas in her since she was a child, such as women are men's tools, and women should serve men and live to please men... and so on.

In the end, if it weren't for the Albert couple who accidentally passed by and heard about some of the girl's situation, she would probably have been sold to a slave trader in the morning to become the latter's tool for making money, staying in a dark room.

Even though life situations have changed, how can the stamps of thought that have been imprinted since childhood be so easy to change? In addition, the general environment here is like this, it is difficult to explain it clearly to her, so she can only experience it slowly.

"Okay, okay, that's it." Heath stopped the topic and paused. He said, "Go to the study and get me a few books, well... just carry all the books on the left side of the first row of bookshelfs, I'll choose them all."

Yesterday afternoon, Heath had successfully condensed the sixth rune. His mental power just after advancing was very impetuous. According to convention, Heath was preparing to give himself a few days off to relax so that his mental power could settle down.

Soon, Nicole received the book, Heath picked a few books from it and went to the balcony, drinking hot milk, eating snacks, and enjoying the fun of reading with the summer morning breeze.

The one he held in his hand at this moment was a history book, the batch he transported back from the Xueta, and there were burning marks on the books, which were likely one of several books rescued from the fire scene.

The content tells the story of the last lord of the Grafton family, that is, the dead old duke Rawls, known as the Crazy King. Heath looked at the title of the book on the cover, which was called "Biography of Rawls". It should be a personal biography written by Xueta for him.

This legendary old duke, Heath, was quite interested. His illegitimate son became famous and advanced Duke Wan, and then overturned the building to create the current situation. I wonder how these scholars would evaluate such a person?

With such curiosity in mind, Heath calmed down and read.

However, after reading it, Heath was disappointed. The whole book is not so much an objective and fair historical biography, but rather a novel of creation. It is full of boasting and myths about Rawls. In this book, the old duke is simply amazing, so powerful that he doesn't look like a human.

For example, in a siege battle that involves life and death of Gray Castle, the key to the victory and rescue of Gray Castle was that Duke Rawls and two followers touched the enemy camp at night and chopped off the enemy commander.

And his famous battle on the river beach was even more outrageous. He brought more than a dozen knights to fight thousands of enemies. At the critical moment of life and death, there were flying sand, stones, lightning and thunder, and there was no meteorite falling from the sky... It was like a match for Liu Xiu, the son of the plane...

"Although the kings under the feudal system inevitably brought some supernatural tiger skins to themselves in order to increase the legitimacy of their rule, this is too outrageous..." Shaking his head, Heath put down this 'historical book'.

However, just as he put the book on the table, he seemed to remember something again, picked up the book again and opened it again, and looked at the contents again in confusion.

He suddenly remembered a problem. Although the descriptions described in the book under the normal Blue Star World View cannot happen, the problem is that this is not Blue Star, nor is it a normal world view.

Yes, magic!

Whether it is one to make a hundred, flying sand and rocks, or even lightning and thunder, or meteorites falling from the sky... These incredible phenomena are very easy to explain if they are magic, and they are absolutely completely possible!

Could it be that... this Duke of Rawls is actually a wizard?

No, no, no, this is impossible... If it is a wizard, how did he practice in the past few decades? The magic stones that burn candles are all astronomical numbers, not to mention the various materials required for promotion. To achieve the phenomena described in history books, the magic required is at least medium and high-level wizards. There is no reason for wizards of this level to live in such a small place as a noble lord, and it is even more impossible to die at such a young age...

But...what if?

The more he felt it was impossible, the more he would think about it in that direction. Heath looked at the bizarre and incredible heroic deeds in the book. If it were not for fabrication, it would be possible that he could only use magic to answer it.

‘It seems that I should have an experiment…’

It just so happened that the sixth rune had the ability to verify this aspect. You can tell whether it was a wizard or not...

Heath decided silently in his heart.

Then, he closed the book and looked at the author's name on the cover. However, when he saw the name, his brows frowned again.

Author: Adams.

Adams...

He clearly remembered that this was the scholar who mastered the clues of the hedge relics and knew how to hide the text?

this…
Chapter completed!