"So, everyone just go about your own business~" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ looked at Lucimar, then turned to instruct ’Susu’ and ’Mobi Chenxin’: "You two escort Mr. Lucimar back~"
"No problem, I can walk on my own." Although Lucimar was a bit tremulous, he smiled as he spoke, always adept at disguising himself.
"Um... let them send you back instead~" ’Snow Cloud Peak’ blinked, "Don’t feel embarrassed. Susu’s job is just that.
As for Ink Brush, you can have a good discussion with Mr. Lucimar about future cooperation.
You should have seen how Road Eunuch communicated with Lind during this period. Although different in personality, the work content should be similar, better be prepared than being caught off guard over there.
Yes... take care of your allies, Ink Brush."
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"Then, once I finish the trivial matters here, I will co find you to discuss future plans, Mr. Lucimar." ’Mobi Chenxin’ stood by the roadside, a placating smile on his face: "You can rest assured, Old Dog has promised to protect your safety, no need to be too bothered."
Lucimar waved farewell to him, but as soon as he stepped into that beautiful and elegant courtyard, he suddenly stopped.
To hell with resting assured!
Lucimar finally understood why the Undead Tribe commander spoke so cryptically. Is that guy worried that if he talks too much, when he descends the mountain, he’ll end up rolling down?
Lucimar truly felt his willpower was strong and steadfast.
Not only able to walk back step by step after hearing so much bad news, but even upon seeing Lucy welcoming him in a beautiful gown, his legs didn’t wobble a bit.
Although upon seeing that familiar loving smile, he felt his heart almost leaping up his throat.
But it’s still right there in his chest!
Lucimar slightly opened his mouth and mustered so courage before speaking slowly: "Ah... you ca back first, Lucy."
"Hmm~ Luxi, do you think the Undead Tribe can win?" Lucy approached with a playful chuckle, linking her arm with Lucimar’s amid the prying eyes around them, "I, sigh~ got a bit impulsive just now.
But, I still think, our Lady..."
Lucimar felt a pinch on his arm and quickly grasped the lady’s intent: "Don’t speak like that on soone else’s turf, Lucy.
No matter how you think, one should respect the host when visiting.
You shouldn’t have spoken to the Undead Tribe like that earlier, who doesn’t like their own kid to be prettier?"
Lucy whispered in reply: "I know, I’ll be careful next ti, but I know my own heart."
Lucimar shook his head in helpless understanding.
Lucy looked up at him with a gaze that appeared passionate yet clearly tinged with amusent.
Lucimar was completely unmoved: If this big trouble had happened before Aesces’s helping hand reached out to him, he might have wavered, even bowed to that mighty deity opposing that woman.
But now, there’s no need.
His soul already has a place to rely upon, so he won’t sway... only a fool would want to walk a tightrope to fall straight into hell!
Since his mind is made up, he just needs to consider how to complete his tasks.
Moreover, the Undead Tribe indeed gives him enough confidence.
Lucimar is certain that ’Snow Cloud Peak’ knows Rose returned to the city, yet they have no reaction, the Undead Tribe must be confident.
Additionally, ’Susu’ and ’Mobi Chenxin’ are still outside watching the situation here!
So obvious spectators withdrew their gaze from the amusing scene.
Lucimar glanced at Lucy’s attire, then at the companions of several Ismael Family people nearby... their family’s mbers each have their shortcomings, but overall, they seem to respect won.
Especially those Little Ismaels who have been called bastards for hundreds of years, although they are also quite amorous, most of their offspring are born within wedlock.
The only exceptions are the oldest ones.
They were born when Great Sage Ismael was at his strongest, and many people considered the lady who gave birth to Lucimar impossible to resurrect.
So, Great Sage Ismael declared he wouldn’t marry any woman besides her, making the other few lovers live rather comfortably.
However, the later children suffered because Ismael found a way to resurrect that woman, and due to his excessively sensitive compassion, he earned the ire of many great nobles by focusing attention on the lower classes... Mages were also forcing him to choose sides between military nobles and mage nobility, leaving him with much hardship.
After all, the birth of their illegitimate child doesn’t matter when no one cares, but once there’s a need, it becos the original sin.
The Little Ismael that Lucimar is looking for is one among them, and he is the most aggressive one, after all, when he was born, Lucimar’s mother had already revived... so he doesn’t lack lovers, but he has not a single illegitimate child.
Although Alchemy Potions are the strongest guarantee of such behavior, Lucimar believes that there is always so lady with special tricks.
Although these were all agreed upon beforehand, these won, especially certain Mage Apprentices, know of these constraints and are still willing to follow Little Ismael... The Ismael Family is slightly better than other families in that if you have a firm stance and are willing to struggle on your own, no one will force won to do anything.
Despite Great Sage Ismael having quite a few small quirks, he indeed assured that the apprentices entering the Ismael family ranks, whether male or female, could choose their future according to their own will.
It’s just that, there will always be people wanting to take shortcuts.
After all, relying on one’s own efforts to fight for mage resources is extrely difficult.
Although in a Low Magic World like Aesces it’s considered resource-rich... at least mining guarantees the most basic living standard, and if you have so alchemy talent, you can get so resources by working on small tasks for Archmages... but seeing others acquire several tis the reward of your painstakingly achieved results by just paying a small price, there are always so who can’t hold on.
Especially in this world where beliefs like esteem and morality are not considered strong.
Lucimar blinked, suddenly turning to Lucy beside him: "Lucy, my last lover, I always felt sothing was off."
"What?" Lucy put down his arm and asked seriously, "Is... there anyone behind you?"
Her sharp gaze fixed on the other mages in the Ismael Family, just like the Lucy from the past, closely protecting Lucimar behind her.
Lucimar lightly lowered his eyes, using his greatest willpower to steady his voice: "No, you overthink it, it’s not that serious.
But it’s not a small matter either.
I agreed with her, it was just a brief but passionate romance. Once her next mission cos or I have to leave Basia City, it will end.
But I always felt she seed a bit off, before I left, I felt like she was plotting sothing."
Of course, plotting how to snatch a task from the Undead Tribe without having to leave Basia City... for local rcenaries, now in this great drought, unless absolutely necessary, who would want to leave a coastal city and work inland!
However, the Undead Tribe has taken on almost all the high-difficulty tasks.
What’s left for local adventurers are only those tasks either requiring low moral standards to take or needing to swallow their pride.
Fortunately, the Undead Tribe accepts tasks based on difficulty, not price.
Of course, maybe those prices to them are all just a joke.
After all, sotis the potion they drink while doing a task is worth more than the task’s reward.
So his forr lover almost put all her passion into watching the Undead Tribe’s movents, and how to snatch an ideal good job before they arrive at the task release area.
Certainly not on how to give birth to a little Ismael for him.
This was the only benefit after Lucy’s soul was suppressed... even if knowing in heart that such words were ant for others, Lucy would still be hurt.
Just like knowing each ti he had a new romance, although smiling on her face, she couldn’t restrain a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Lucimar could not accept her love, but he wasn’t cold-blooded enough to force such a Lucy to cooperate with him.
But for Lady Rose, it doesn’t matter.
Anyway, now that they share the sa enemy, cooperating with him a bit is quite reasonable.
As Lucimar thought, there was no need for the surprised Lucy to speak, the Little Ismael, who had similar experiences, imdiately picked up the conversation.
After knowing where the family would head in the future, Lucimar knew that those brother’s who had always viewed him unfavorably, unless the resentnt was too deep, would surely try to reconcile with him.
Who could help it that Lucimar’s talents were indeed higher than theirs!
But it all doesn’t matter anymore. Lucimar smiled and communicated with the brother he once wanted to keep away from, and soon got the information he wanted: that woman, during her pregnancy with him, still had a graceful figure, even at eight months, could still wear a high-waisted evening dress.
Lucy listened in confusion, not understanding why a mage who had a good relationship with the Undead Tribe would be interested in such things.
She was actually already ntally prepared for her Silk Spider to be completely killed off, after all, that Hill, worthy as the descendant of the World Tree, was surrounded by such abundant Force of Nature that could hold a direct conversation!
She still couldn’t make spiders carrying her Divine Power have no trace of malevolence.
No matter how strong the concealnt was, in face of the Heart of Nature, it was useless.
But now she felt a bit regretful, it seed she missed sothing important!
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