At half past seven in the morning, Morsis woke up to a burst of noise.
"What's going on?" He rubbed his eyes, stood up, went to the window, and looked out.
Outside the window, many servants were carrying items one by one towards the warehouse in the backyard.
"Is this another thing brought by a caravan? This Duke Teller really likes to buy luxury goods." Morsis could see at a glance that those items were expensive, and the quantity was not as high as Leon Connor's batch of goods.
few.
He didn't look much, turned around, quickly changed into a set of clothes, and went out to wash up.
According to what Beierle said, he needs to inject spiritual power into the magic circle at nine o'clock.
"Mr. Kelvis, Butler Modi asked me to tell you that you can have breakfast in the corner room on the second floor." As soon as Morse walked out of the bathroom, he met a servant, who said respectfully.
Modi told them to treat the man named "Kervis" like a distinguished guest.
"Well, I'm about to go, thank you very much." Morse was a little unaccustomed to this feeling, so he quickly replied and walked upstairs quickly.
Located at the corner of the second floor is a semi-open-air room facing the front yard. The room is gorgeously decorated and only has a dining table.
Morse's breakfast was placed on the table. After admiring the structure of the room, he sat down and quickly finished the meal.
"Huh, these nobles even have such a sumptuous breakfast... and this restaurant is special enough." Morses put down his knife and fork, looked at the large balcony-like room, and shook his head.
What he didn't know was that this was not considered a restaurant in the Duke's mansion, it was usually only used for afternoon tea.
Morsis stood up from his seat. It was still some time before nine o'clock. He was going to go to the magic circle to familiarize himself with the environment.
It is also very important for a scholar to be familiar with the magic circle that he wants to control.
After walking quickly downstairs and turning a corner, Morses came to the courtyard where the magic circle was located. Then, he saw two people.
One of them, Beierle in a tuxedo, turned his head when he saw Morse entering the door.
The other one was a middle-aged man wearing black clothes. His hair was sparse and his face was gentle. Morsis had never seen him, but judging from Beierle's demeanor, he could probably guess the identity of the other person.
"Ah, you are here, Kervis. Let me introduce to you. This is Duke Teller Singh, your employer." Beller's words immediately confirmed Morsis's guess.
"Your Majesty the Duke." Morsis bowed slightly and said respectfully.
This Duke Teller gave him not only the feeling of majesty from a superior, but also a sense of spiritual oppression.
The other party should also be a spiritual transcendent, and his class is not low!
"Kervis, right?" Duke Teller looked at Morses and smiled.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Duke." Morsis responded.
"I'm also surprised that Beller actually trained a student like you in the Tasok Empire. Well... it's really good, worthy of Beller's strength." Duke Teller nodded and praised.
Morsis frowned slightly and glanced at Beierle, finding that the latter shrugged unnoticeably.
"Is this guy saying this to help me hide my identity?" Morses thought in his heart.
"Your Excellency, the compliment is great." Morsis did not show any surprise or expression on the surface, and responded to the other party's compliment quite naturally.
"I really have to thank Mr. Beierle, otherwise my identity would really be a problem." It was only then that Morse realized how fragile his identity as "Kervis" was. If it weren't for Beierle's help, it would have been exposed.
The possibility is extremely high.
"I came here today just to see you and see if this new scholar is qualified for this job... Well, you are better than I thought. You actually have such strong mental power in the first class. Bell
Le, you have taught a good student!" Duke Teller praised again, then shook his head and continued, "I still have to go to the embassy, Beier, you should guide him first, how many more days do you have to pass?
Will the genius leave?"
"Yes, about three days." Beierle smiled and said, "After all, it's not that easy to buy a boat ticket back to China."
"Okay, I'll leave first." Duke Teller nodded and walked out of the door alone.
In the upper class society of Salius City, almost everyone knew that the Singer Empire ambassador did not like to bring servants.
After watching Duke Teller leave, Morrissey turned around and saluted Behrle and said, "Thank you, Mr. Behrle."
"Nothing, I just told the Duke that you are a little kid I met by chance when I was playing outside, and you received a little guidance from me... As for your coming to the Duke's Mansion this time, it was just a coincidence. You were also surprised after seeing me.
." Beierle smiled and recounted Kervis's "backstory."
"You are quite thoughtful." Morsis smiled.
"Ha, a good man will do his best... By the way, I also got you a certificate. From now on, you will really be Kelvis." Beierle took out an certificate from his pocket and threw it to
Morsis.
The latter immediately took it and looked at it carefully. It was a document issued by Salius City, and the name on it was Kervis.
"Mr. Beller..." Morsis subconsciously wanted to thank the other party, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
The other party was a high-level transcendent person, so to do this to someone he had just known for a day made Morsis feel flattered.
"I really hope that you can grow up and inherit the legacy of the Momoa Empire... This is also the wish of my Holmo family. After all, this is the Tasok Empire..." Beierle sighed and continued, "I'm telling you.
It's useless, and you don't need to thank me. I helped you like this because I had a purpose."
Morriss smiled, nodded, and replied, "Then please show mercy to Mr. Beller in the future."
"I didn't say what the plot was, you kid..." Beierle smiled and shook his head, then sighed and said, "Okay, stop talking about these useless things, you can start working quickly, I
Just leave first."
"Are you leaving now?" Morsis asked doubtfully, recalling the instructions given by Duke Gangtele.
"Ha, I will be returning to China in three days, and the old guys in the family will definitely have to ask me to do a lot of things... Well, I have to enjoy these last few days as a big shot." Beierle said with a shrug.
"Isn't Mr. Beller a big shot in the family?" Morsis asked in surprise. The other party is a high-level transcendental person, at least the fifth class. How could he not be a big shot?
"You are underestimating the Holmer family. In the Singer Empire, this is a family that even the Singer royal family does not dare to provoke... I am indeed not a small person, but I am definitely not a member of the management." Beierle
He sighed, looked at Morses, and reminded, "Don't take this world too simply, otherwise, one day you will suffer from it."
Morsis swallowed and understood what level the Holmer family was talking about.
Under the calm surface of this world, there are actually undercurrents!
"Thank you, Mr. Beierle, for your advice." Morsis replied.
"Well, I'll leave first. You can work hard." Beierle nodded, turned and left.
Morses wasted no time, walked directly to the center of the courtyard, sat down, and closed his eyes.
His spirit spread out, gradually connected with the magic circle, and gradually became immersed in it.
Morsis felt the movement of the magic circle and injected his own spiritual power bit by bit, causing the arcane energy around him to gradually start to move.
"This method is very helpful for training your mental power. After all, it is difficult for me to use up all my mental power so quickly." Half an hour later, Morsis opened his eyes. At this moment, he had fully exhausted his mental power.
When it is exhausted, it will take some time to replenish it.
"It's that simple. Why doesn't Beierle let me do it?" Suddenly, a female voice came into Morse's ears.
He turned his head sharply and saw Adili sitting in the corner of the courtyard.
The aristocratic lady was wearing relatively ordinary clothes today. She got a chair from somewhere and was looking at Morses in the corner.
"Miss Adili, what are you doing here?" Morriss couldn't help but feel a little dizzy when he thought of what Modi said yesterday.
"Let me take a look. This is my home. I can go wherever I want." The corners of Adili's mouth raised slightly, she stood up, crossed her arms over her chest, and chuckled.
"That's not what I meant..." Morriss smiled awkwardly and replied.
"It doesn't matter what you mean. Let me tell you, you are also a student of Beierle, right? Did that guy teach you spells?" Adili walked up to him, stretched out a hand, pointed at Morsis and asked
.
"Well...well, a little bit, right?" Morsis thought of the other party's character and didn't know how to answer.
That's right. The other party is also a student of Beierle, but she has not learned any magic. Given her personality, she will obviously be unhappy with him.
Say no, he has to stay here for about two months. It is impossible not to use the spell even once. If it is exposed in the future, it will be regarded as a lie.
Seeing that the other party's expression gradually became uncomfortable, Morse smiled bitterly in his heart and said to himself, "It's over..."
"Huh, I must tell my father about Beierle's situation this afternoon!" Adili puffed up her cheeks and muttered to herself angrily. Then, she looked at Morsis again, her eyes gradually narrowed into slits.
"Ai...Miss Adili, what are you doing?" Morsis was startled by the other party's expression and took two steps back involuntarily.
"Teach me spells!" Adili pointed at Morsis and said seriously.
