"From today onwards, Ventéclair, you are my tenth son." Richard stood up and gently hugged this son who looked like he was carved from the sa mold as him.
Whether the Star of Heigar truly cos from another ti, the old rascal had no interest whatsoever to study. However, he could be sure of one thing: this kid definitely is not his son!
Which of his wives didn’t know his background and details?
Even if Ruona would fall out with him in the future, how could she give her son such an unconventional na?
Besides, Ruona and Richard couldn’t possibly fall out!
Richard had profound confidence in this.
Richard’s ntal power had successfully stepped up a level after the change in the Demon World. The "Dual Death Perception" now had more lasting power than before. After one experint, he could already confirm that its power was no longer lethal but had gained an even more terrifying addictiveness—it was almost equivalent to the power of Permanent Blessing! {PS: In fact, it’s still far from a true Permanent Blessing.}
Permanent Blessing belongs to the Supre Realm of Elental Mysteries!
This ans that future Ruona won’t leave him. How could she leave him?
This supposed son of his shouldn’t have made up such a story!
The reason for not imdiately eliminating this son was that Richard was impressed by his finger-light technique.
If he destroyed him, it would an that the only martial skill comparable to magical power would again be lost. Richard couldn’t bear to waste such talent. Trust those who serve, use those who are trusted; no matter how skillful this tenth son is, the fact he sought refuge ant he had no absolute confidence against Richard, and that’s enough.
When Lampard learns the finger-light technique, it will be Ventéclair’s death day. Richard patted his son’s shoulder fiercely, seeming incredibly affectionate but actually harboring dark intentions.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, on reuniting with your son. For Your Excellency Richard to gain twins in one day is truly an honor for our entire kingdom. I will report to His Majesty and the Senate promptly to bestow appropriate titles and domains to Your Excellency’s two sons." Pope Brut chuckled wryly. Despite the story being loopily flawless in the Star of Heigar’s account, it was precisely because it was impeccably ambiguous that the old shrewd Pope didn’t believe it; this judgnt was born from intuition, not logic.
An uneven clatter of blessings arose, as everyone kept to their own business. Whether His Majesty had a son who reversed ti from the future was not for others to worry about. For all Beamon, this just added a peculiar tale to boast about in future conversations.
"Thank you so much, Your Holiness," Richard laughed helplessly. Everyone said the Feilengcui Lord was known for having a lot: a lot of money, a lot of equipnt, a lot of bodyguards, and a lot of wives. It seems now he had to add one more: a lot of sons!
"Hurry and take Instructor Cui Beixi ho from the temple. I have to go to Mount Tarlarya to cool off imdiately." Helen shrugged her fragrant shoulders at Richard with a wry smile. "This feels like a dream."
" too." Moer also laughed bitterly. "Richard, lucky it’s not our son coming across ti; otherwise, I would have fainted and never woken up."
Moer didn’t faint, but a lot of figures did faint on the stands right then and there!
No one expected the Cangqiong Prophet to brazenly reveal his relationship with Instructor, the Shaman of Divine Songs!
Pope’s expression once again turned into geotric shapes, and after a long while, he finally blurted out a phrase unbefitting of his status: "Richard, damn, you’ve got !"
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Took so ti visiting the wife’s family and buying so new year’s goods and clothes. I’ll try my best to make up for it.
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