Law of the Devil

(For today's update, two chapters are merged into one chapter, with no less words.

Chapter 120 [Unharmonious Count's House]

Leaving the Count's study, though there were many thoughts in his heart, this meeting with his father was also accompanied by some strangeness in his heart. But when I went to see the Countess, Dewey suppressed all these thoughts in her heart, cheered up, smiled with tenderness, and went to see her mother.

When it comes to Dewey's feelings for the Rollins, it's actually something special and complicated.

Unsurprisingly, he came to the world, a young man of mature mind, and he was entrusted to the baby. At first, a man who naturally had his own parents in his previous life, though he came to himself, could not think of the Countess as his own mother.

This psychology is normal, too. Imagine that any young man who suddenly wants you to forget his biological parents is going to recognize another irrelevant person as a parent, which is certainly unacceptable inside.

But as she grew up in the county hall, especially the countess, who was beautiful and kind, the illness that almost cost Dewey her life when she was a child, the countess knelt at the temple to pray overnight, and never stopped looking after her, and everyone was almost exhausted. Dewey was moved by her mother. And gradually became familiar with the Countess.

And since childhood, when he was three years old, Dewey acted deliberately and discreetly, deliberately avoiding responsibility, pretending not to have talent, and even being laughed at as an idiot, even his own father didn't like himself. But the Countess still loves this son. Every night, she quietly comes to Dewey's room and talks with her poor son and even sings a song to put him to sleep... So every day, little by little, a drop of kung fu, even though Dewey's heart boycotted the world again, was a little melted by the mother's heart.

It can be said that Dewey has no feelings for the Count's “father”. But to the Countess, after more than a decade of coming down, a certain amount of filial piety was actually born. Gradually, the status of “mother” was also accepted slowly.

A year away from home, Dewey returned to her inner home and saw the Countess in a purple robe, standing in front of the door, watching Dewey smile quietly. At this moment, Dewey couldn't help but trance herself. It was as if she remembered when she was young, the mother held herself in her arms in the middle of the night, singing to put herself to sleep, and she used to love to grab her mother's hair and sleep...

So smooth and smooth.

The Countess still looked beautiful, her eyes filled with a gentle smile, although the years had left a few marks on her face, but the night of the storm, holding her own sick son, in silent tears eyes, was still so glorious.

Dewey's heart was really moved at this moment, and his accelerated footsteps passed, and then he knelt down on one knee, kneeling in front of the Countess, holding his mother's hand with both hands, softly said: “I'm back... Mother! ”

This mother shouted so naturally, it was much easier than just shouting Count Father in the study.

The Countess flashed tears in her eyes, slowly lifted her eldest son and held him gently, whispering: “This time back, I said nothing will ever let him drive you away again! ”

Not loud, but with unwavering determination!

Dewey accompanied the Countess into the room and sat down for a moment. Looking at her son, who had been away from home for a year, the Countess remembered how weak and sick Dewey was when she was a little girl, and when she grew up, she was not liked by her husband. Born with a lot of cold and white eyes, I'm afraid only myself in the family truly loves this son. Yet his husband drove him home.

For a while she was in pain and asked carefully about Dewey's home in the Rollin Plains. Although the Countess understands that the old castle of the Rollin Plains is full of everything, her son, though unfavourable, will certainly not suffer from the honor of the Young Master after all. But in this world, when the mother is a mind, the son is not around, always worried about his warm and warm clothes.

Dewey was moved, cheered up and answered, and hung her brains to say some fun things on the Rollin Plains, finally getting rid of the last shadow between the Countess's eyebrows.

Mother and son said they were happy, but almost all lunch time passed. Looking past noon, Dewey herself was fine, but worried that the Countess was hungry, she deliberately touched her stomach and laughed: “Mother, I left early in the morning and I haven't eaten yet. ”

The Countess woke up and quickly laughed: “I forgot... alas, it's been a year since I've talked to you, but... I'll have my servant bring me food. ”

Dewey laughed, “No rush, let me arrange this lunch. When I was home, it was interesting to come up with a new way of eating myself. ”

After that, Dewey had Mudd yell at him, tell Mudd to go down and find some metal shelves and charcoal in the cargo he brought with him in the wagon. The kitchen was then given a few plates of raw lamb and guts, along with some fresh vegetables.

Then Duvalla left the room, and in the yard, Mudd made a barbecue grill according to his own fingertips, and Duvall hand-cutted the food from the kitchen into thin slices into a fork, made a fire, and took out the barbecue seasoning that he had cooked himself at Rollin's old house and baked it with care.

He was a bachelor in his previous life, lived alone, ate all by himself, and cooked really well. After arriving in the world, some servants, although lazy a lot, were tired of eating the food of the world when they had priority days in the Rollin Plains, and when they were fine, they drummed up some of the foods of previous generations themselves. Although the ingredients and seasonings are different and authentic Chinese food is not available, simple BBQ is fine.

This roasted lamb, the freshest part of the calf's waist, Dewey took out a bottle of seasoning, which Dewey searched for a long time in the world's plants, and found a flavor that was very similar to the "cum" of previous generations, and was carefully tested as something to eat, grinded into powder, and made with some special seasonings.

At this moment, flip the fork, sprinkle the powder evenly on the lamb, and cut the mouth on the lamb in several areas, allowing the heat to walk evenly, less than a moment, and the fragrance overflows.

Dewey baked a piece of meat and put his hands in front of his mother, smiling: "Mom, taste this, it tastes different than anything else! ”

The Countess is a woman, she eats less on a weekday, but the love of the year is reunited, where will she refuse the kindness of her son? Looking at Dewey's face, he also glued some black grey from the barbecue, almost shed tears in his eyes, took the past, bit it, it did smell tender. Just under the eyes of his son, he ate a whole piece of lamb dressed on a grill fork, much bigger than he ate on a weekday.

Dewey looked at her mother happy and barbecued constantly. The Countess was in a good mood, even the maid who took care of her surroundings and helped her beat her hand came up and ordered some good wine to come. At this open-air barbecue, even the maids on the side were divided into hand-baked pieces.

After spending half a day with her mother, she looked radiant and looked great. Dewey looked at the darkness and laughed. “I couldn't make it on my mother's birthday, but I'm sure you'll love the flowers Mudd brought. I brought a lot more this time. I'll show it to you when it gets dark! ”

The Countess smiled softly, “No... just keep it. It will be Summer Festival Day in a few days. Wait until that night, and it will be a little more lively. ”

Dewey accompanied his mother for a while and then looked at the darkness of the sky before returning to her room, suddenly laughing again: “I haven't seen my brother this day, where is Gabriel? You didn't make a mistake. Your father locked you in the room, did you? ”

Speaking of his brother, the Countess couldn't help but sigh: “Your brother went out early this morning, I'm afraid he won't be back till late... Alas, your father has high expectations for him, let alone teaching him martial arts during the Alpha Weekday. He also went to invite Mr. Lanhai, the most famous university student in Diduri, to take your brother as his disciple. It's just that Mr. Blue Sea has different identities, but it's impossible to come to the door to be a teacher. Therefore, your brother will go to Mr. Blue Sea's house every other day to study. Today is the first day, Mr. Blue Sea is said to have to take a test on him. I'm afraid he won't be back so early...”

Dewey couldn't help sighing in her heart.

It really is a big difference!

Gabriel has been very intelligent since he was a child, and this father of his own has really spared no effort in the cultivation of this money!

That Mr. Blue Sea, Dewey, who has heard of him, is one of the best university students in the capital. Much higher than the Enlightenment Teacher Scholar who brought him here when he was a young man! I even heard that several royal sons could not touch him.

In the evening, Dewey lived back where she had been in the Count's house. This is a very secluded depths of the Count House, not spoiled since little Dewey, a place far from where the Counts live, and it seems that Lord Count is reluctant to see this ungrateful son more often.

The courtyard was quiet and there were not many servants around it. When Dewey returned, he saw that there was no ruin in the courtyard. Even the weeds had never been born. I thought it was because Mother still allowed people to clean it every day when she was gone.

None of the things you left behind in the room have ever been moved, even a book you left behind last year is still in its original place. The table was bright and not a bit dusty.

Mudd had already moved all his belongings into the room, as Dewey had ordered. Dewey told the servants not to come in and interrupt and shut all the doors in the yard. The door was closed when a silent magic was laid around the room.

Dewey trimmed his clothes in front of the mirror and then untied the hair tied together. I had to sigh... this corner of my head is a bit of a hassle. When I was with my mother today, when I was in a mood, I had to reach out and touch Dewey's head. Fortunately, Dewey was smart in her heart, searched for a turnaround, and avoided the noise. Just keep this horn, after all, it's not convenient... you have to think of a way.

Thereafter, Dewey opened a special large box of items that Mudd had delivered. As soon as it opened, QQ complained: “Oh, my God, you're finally here! It bores me all day! ”

After that, the penguin jumped out on its own and stood on the ground, but the little funny body stretched out a stop. And the mouse Gekko jumped out, took a big breath, looked at Dewey dissatisfied and said, "Can you give us a different place? Stay in this little box all day, and you're bored to death! ”

“Bored?” Dewey smiled, "Didn't you leave a few vents? ”

Grigg is furious: "You really think I'm a pet! Don't forget, I, Lord Grigg, am a magician of the house! You're locked in this box... I... don't you know, come down all day, even if you left us something to eat inside... but I have to go to the bathroom! ”

Speaking of which, the Grigg witch had looked around and then slipped away in the direction of the toilet.

QQ swayed his hands and feet comfortably, but ignored Dewey. Instead, he jumped in front of the mirror for half a day and tidied up some of the messy feathers on his body. This relieved him and sighed: "Meter! Don't ever lock me up with this rat again! I've got gray mouse hair on such pretty feathers. It's horrible! ”

Dewey glanced at the “beast" left by Aragon and smiled, “Isn't it ugly? It's a mouse, but it still has magic, and it can teach me a lot of magic. What about you? You can only waste my food if you can talk. I don't know what Aragon left you for me for. ”

QQ protested immediately, shouting: "Bullshit! I am the best in the world...”

“The most elegant creature, right?” Dewey, keep your mouth shut. “Can elegance be eaten? You're more graceful than a bird. Is there anything else you can do for me besides complain about me? ”

Dewey stopped ignoring the stupid bird and turned to pack his things.

It's not that Dewey hated QQ, it's just that after Gandhoff died, Dewey inevitably had some disgust in his heart about everything that Aragon had to do with it, and even this penguin became a little more disgusted in his heart. I just think that anything related to Aragon will cause some trouble...

Dewey took out the magic baggage again, the “relics” left behind by Aragon.

These relics are of little value. Apart from that broken "Sword of Kings," there's nothing of value in the remaining bottle jars that depresses Dewey.

A rag wrapped in chaos, I don't know what kind of magic it was used to carry, it hasn't been damaged for a thousand years, but it seems that the rag, circled, is filled with some damned diagrams that I can't understand. It took a long time to find out what kind of map this thing was. It's just too grassy to know exactly where the map is.

There are no signs or words on this map, just some damn messy pattern, how can Dewey test it?

In addition, there is a booklet… which gives Dewey more headaches.

This booklet was originally placed in an iron box in the relics of Aragon. After it was taken out, there was a rust stain on it. Fortunately, it was made of thin pure gold! After Dewey handled it, each page of gold was densely and numbly engraved and didn't know what it was. Each page had some square and round patterns and some text marked next to it...

Dewey studied it for a long time and guessed what the fabrication drawings were, but it was depressing that none of the labels on them recognized it! Dewey asked himself how talented he was, how he was for two generations, and in this world, when he was a young man, he hid in the Count's house for more than a decade, and there was probably very little he didn't know about on this continent.

The deviation from this text is clueless and does not understand a little bit and a half.

So, while this booklet is made of pure gold, it's another useless thing for Dewey. The above patterns, which Dewey used to make copies of on paper, had several craftsmen come to Rollin Castle to show them the copied drawings, but there were no text marks, no data and no annotations, no artisans could read them. Even the drawings of what this is can't be seen at all.

In addition to that damn map and this strange golden booklet, Aragon left behind a couple of crappy bottles that contained a strange powder and didn't know what it was. Dewey has done a lot of research on magic pharmacology, but has never been able to figure out what these powders are.

But after all, what Aragon left behind, even bottles of these powders, were good stuff, and Dewey didn't throw the garbage away. Save it well.

Aragon's most powerful martial arts secrets, no.

Aragon's most powerful magic secret, no.

Hmm, a broken map, a golden booklet that doesn't see anything, a pair of rotten bottles filled with powder that I don't know...

That's all Aragon left behind.

Of course... there is also a broken sword of kings and a noisy talking penguin.

As for the sword of the king, although it is broken, the seven gems on the sheath are not mortal and are the nucleus of the advanced warcraft. Although the magic in it has been drained, it is not lost as a superior gem.

These things, Dewey, are often taken out for research, but there's no clue every time. Aragon's suicide note, hidden in the handle of the sword, was seen several times without progress. As for the penguins in the suicide note, Dewey did. Delicious and delicious to feed, I thought I had a pet.

And that strange diamond in the handle of the sword, what the suicide note said could gain Aragon's power, but Dewey held it for a few days and found nothing.

Overall, at present, these things, in Dewey's hands, have little value.

Sighing, Dewey finally couldn't help throwing these things away and found a place to hide them carefully. Anyway, no one will search my room, even if I find it... I can't even understand myself, no one else can understand it.

Others, the relics of Gandalf, are a lot of valuable things. Dewey recently followed that Druid Nature Gate and came down for a month or two with some attention.

I packed my things at night and Dewey didn't sleep either, just opened the window, looked at the moon and stars in the sky, sat down slowly, closed my eyes and started meditating, practicing magic.

Star magic, Dewey still can't feel a clue, although it is increasingly practiced according to the star magic, the magic increases extremely fast, the strength and manipulation of magic is stronger. But...

Even Semmel... he hasn't come out once since Gandhoff died, no matter how Dewey summoned him! The magic of the stars can't be learned without human guidance.

Overnight meditation, at dawn, Dewey opened his eyes, feeling only spiritual strength, sensory sensitivity of the five organs, even without having to do it deliberately, any slight movement within a few dozen meters of the surrounding circle can be clearly and unusually perceived. If done deliberately, Dewey's mental power has gradually covered the space of about hundreds of meters, and even the sounds and frequencies of insect wing vibrations can be easily heard in the area covered by mental power!

Looking back at the bedroom, my queen bed had been enjoyed by both rats and QQ, and a mouse and a penguin lay asleep in a bed, which was a funny scene.

Dewey's used to watching these guys.

In the morning, two pets were thrown out of bed and hidden, and a servant was sent in to clean up the room and bring in breakfast.

Dewey remembered her brother Gabriel, who had been back all day and all night, but had yet to see the boy. I had to ask the servant. The servant immediately replied: “Madam knows what the young master can definitely ask, so let me tell you that the young master went to the teacher yesterday, after the test, the teacher liked him very much, he was left by the teacher last night, and did not come back. ”

Dewey nodded and let the servant go out, but laughed in his heart: the kid seemed really smart, and the kung fu he had spent was not in vain. He was actually loved by Mr. Lanhai, the first university student in Didu. Since he was left to spend the night, he must have been taught a lot by Mr. Lanhai.

In the future, this boy will be talented, and the burden of the family will naturally be on him… Dewey would be happy to see this scenario.

In the morning, Dewey went to see her mother again and accompanied the Countess for a while. Only Count Raymond went to the commanding officer in the morning. When Dewey went back to her place, she found it a little boring. Originally on the Rollin Plains, I was busy with so many things, so many industries, and I went to work with Solskaya on a magic experiment.

But on the first day back home, I realized that I had nothing to do, as if I was not used to it all the time.

I was a little bored when I read the book. Suddenly I remembered yesterday's break-up, and Master Clark left a few hints.

Perhaps a visit to the Magic Union? At least he is now wearing Gandolph's name as a closed disciple, or is an authentic Bachelor of Magic from the Magic Union. Though I grew up in the Emperor, the Magic Union has never been there, you can check it out.

And now these complicated things are happening, and perhaps some news can be found in the Magician!

Dewey thought of doing it, put on his clothes immediately, put on the black magician robe of the Bachelor of Magic, closed the door, left two pets in the room, and ordered no one to enter his room. That just came out.

Having Mudd prepare the carriage, Dewey is walking to the front door of the Count House and sees the Alpha Guardian flashing out of nowhere.

Didn't he go to military command with his father?

Dewey frowned slightly and looked at the elderly member of the family, smiling first to say hello. Alpha looked calm, walked up to Dewey, lowered his voice, frowned: "Master Dewey, my advice yesterday, I don't think you heard me. What, are you going out today? ”

Dewey smiled and said, "I'm going to the Magician. ”

Alpha listened, a strange glance flashed in her eyes, sighed, "In that case... the cause of the assassination hasn't been identified before, you really can't go out alone, I'll go with you. ”

When Dewey listened, she felt a little heavier and had no marks on her face, but she had a slight dissatisfaction!

What the hell is this? House arrest?

Think of yesterday when Alpha told himself not to go out.

If he wants to go out today, he has to follow.

After all, he is the heart of his father, so staring at himself...

Though Dewey thought so, he faked the wrong meaning on his face and smiled, “No need? I'm just a little kid with a few guards. You're the head guard of the family. You don't have to run around with my little one, do you? ”

Alpha shook his head: "No, I'll follow you. I'm not relieved that you're going out alone. ”

Dewey nodded knowing it was hard to speculate. Then Alpha summoned several guards, the ones who followed Dewey back from the Rollin Plains on the way, but Dewey glanced at him and found out that the little man who had warned himself about the military bow was not in it, and moved in his heart, pretending to look at one of the cavalry by accident, and laughed: "Where's your captain? ”

When asked by Dewey, the cavalry stunned for a moment and laughed: “Yesterday he was sent back to the Rollin Plains by Lord Alpha..."

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