A gratified smile appeared on Meg's face at the sight of the two little girls falling asleep with smiles on their faces. Self-reliance was the right way to start a fairytale. Stories like abandoning one's brain and relying on one's Prince Charming weren't suitable for little girls at all.
He tiptoed back onto his bed and rested as he thought back to everything that had happened today. The city lord's castle had more or less made a decision, but Buffett still had to wait for The Hill's opinion. Whether the three parties would be able to enter into a substantive discussion or not would still be up to The Hill to decide.
After that, Meg looked at the 0.5 strength point pouch in his body. This was the reward that the system had given him for completing the system mission today. Even though it wasn't much, it was undoubtedly a timely addition to Meg's current situation.
The journey to Rodu was going to be fraught with dangers, and the more powerful he was, the greater his chances of survival would be.
Meg lay on his bed for a long while before looking at the clock. It was already midnight, and only then did he silently crawl out of his bed and make his way to the balcony.
"System, activate the soundproofing effects of the room, then activate the 0.5 strength point," Meg said internally as he made his way to the balcony.
The memory of being struck by lightning last time was still fresh in his mind, and no one wanted to experience something like that again. However, he had to make the lightning strike even more ferociously, and this feeling of exasperation made him feel a little resigned.
"The soundproofing effects of the restaurant have been fully activated. Prepare to be struck by lightning. Please close your eyes!"
The system's voice sounded with a hint of glee and schadenfreude in its voice.
Meg pursed his lips and refrained from saying anything. He stood at the center of the balcony and waited for the lightning to strike.
There was probably nothing more torturous in this world than waiting to be struck by lightning.
Hence, when a bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket fell from the sky and landed on Mag, he even felt a sense of release as a clap of thunder exploded beside his ears.
"Phew …"
After an indeterminate period of time, Meg heaved a long sigh of relief and stretched his completely stiff body. Lightning swam over the surface of his body, making crackling sounds as if he had just been fished out of a thunderstorm.
"Fortunately, I took off all my clothes. Otherwise, another set would have been ruined."
Meg lowered his head and looked at his charred body. Even his shorts had turned into ashes when he moved slightly. A gust of autumn wind blew, causing him to shiver. He quickly put on a bathrobe and went downstairs.
While taking a shower, Meg felt the changes in his body after the lightning strike.
Meg felt that even if he were to face an Ironhide Bull now, he would be able to beat it to the ground with a single punch.
This was not an arrogant thought, but a judgment of the physical fitness of a level 4 knight.
If a normal 4th-tier knight were to face off against an Ironhide Bull, perhaps they would be able to capture it with their exceptional swordsmanship and other abilities.
However, if this knight specialized in body refinement, then his powerful physical constitution would allow him to clash head-on with the Ironhide Bull.
Alex was someone who could fight against a giant dragon back then, so his physical fitness was naturally incomparably strong.
Before I go to Rodu, I have to master my swordsmanship to the pinnacle of the 4th-tier. Meg slowly clenched his fists as he made up his mind.
…
Within a lavish and intricate room in the Moreton Manor, a warm light illuminated a corner of the room. Hill was sitting by the window, holding a crystal glass that was half-filled with wine. His brows were furrowed as he pondered something.
The room was silent for a long while. Hill looked at the wine glass in his hand before suddenly raising it and downing it in one gulp. It was as if he had made up his mind, and a smile appeared on his face as he said, "In the past, I've always prioritized stability in all of my investments. However, perhaps I should take a gamble this time. If I succeed, then the Buffett Family will become one of the most powerful families on the Norland Continent. Aside from the bank and winery, the Buffett Family will also have a steam locomotive that is just as renowned as the Buffett Family. That will be an honor for me. "
"Mr. Meg, I hope you don't disappoint me." Hill put down his wine glass and snuffed out the light.
…
In a hotel room in the northern part of the city, Snarr, who had disguised himself as a burly man with a full beard, was carefully examining a map under the light. There were already a few places on the map that had been circled with red lines, making it appear rather messy.
"It's not easy to find someone in Chaos City who's intentionally hiding themselves, and there's no one I can trust. Hopefully, I'll be lucky this time and find the young mistress and Master Alex as soon as possible." Snarr heaved a faint sigh as he sat at the table. He quickly wrote a letter before placing it into a small bamboo tube. After that, he silently opened the window and blew a thin whistle.
A white hummingbird that was only around the size of two fingers flew into his hand. He tied the small bamboo tube to the hummingbird's leg, and tossed it out the window before disappearing into the night sky in the blink of an eye.
…
In the second prince's manor in Rodu.
"Your Highness, this is a letter from Ambassador Cayrols." The butler quickly strode into the study with a letter in his hand. He made his way over to the desk in a respectful manner before presenting the letter to Joshua.
"Cayrols?" Josh's brows furrowed as the letter in his hand transformed into a ball of dark green light. He accepted the letter from the butler and began to read it.
"Meg? Is this a coincidence, or is there a connection between them? " Josh's brows furrowed even more tightly after reading half of the letter. He continued to read on before shaking his head again. "No, Alex isn't someone who can cook well. Even if he's a cripple now, there's no way he'd become a chef. He's a proud man, and even if he were to die, there's no way he'd lower his head to anyone or cook for anyone. There's no way he'd become a good chef."
The butler stood off to the side in silence, not daring to utter a single sound.
After reading Cayrols' letter, Josh fell silent for a moment before picking up a pen and paper to write a reply.
Cayrols had been an ambassador in Chaos City for over 10 years, and that was more than enough for him to receive a decent official title upon his return to Rodu. All he had to do was use his connections to secure him a position of authority, and that wasn't a difficult task for him.
As for Cayrols' request for the best chef in Chaos City to cook for the king on his birthday, Josh was quite intrigued by it. He had been quite troubled recently about what kind of birthday present the king would like. There were countless precious treasures in the royal palace, and the king couldn't afford a beautiful woman. If this chef really was as good as Cayrols claimed, then it would be worth a try.
"Seuss is in a difficult situation in Chaos City, so I'll have Cayrols use his connections in Chaos City one last time before he leaves." Josh put down his pen and folded the letter before handing it to the butler beside him.
…
"Mr. Mag, I wonder if you've thought it through?"
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