After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

A few moments later...

After Eric let go of Ada, she held her sore waist (she had just bent over):

"If something had really happened, I might not have arrived in time like I did now..."

Eric clapped his head and suddenly thought of something:

"Ah... I just realized. Leo has only been out for half an hour, right? How did you get to the Duke of Impess's Palace from the Magic Tower? Did you fly here?"

Eric's big eyes were full of question marks.

"of course not..."

Ada crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at Eric.

"Don't forget, Sheen and I both have an uncle with great magical powers..."

the other side.

Sheen was dragged downstairs by Scott by his hair - I have to say his hair quality is pretty good.

"Scott..."

Sheen tugged at his hair and rolled his eyes at Scott.

"You know this golden hair is very precious, yet you still pull it. What on earth are you thinking?"

Men really care about the amount of hair they have! What you are doing is making my already limited amount of hair even worse!

Scott was silent for a moment, then answered truthfully:

"I thought about it and it seems that only pulling the hair will be the best solution."

...

Sheen was a little speechless, with an expression of "I'm really convinced" written all over his face.

"And I think you have something more important to do besides standing there stupidly..."

Scott pointed toward the door behind Sheen, and Sheen slowly turned in that direction.

I have a bad feeling.

"Xion!"

Arthur swung the door open and pretended to rush out, then pounced in front of Sean and gave him a bear hug.

(Scott on the side quickly dodges)

"Well!"

Sean was confused, and before he could react, he was hugged by Arthur.

I have to say, comparing this posture with Ada's, this aura and this action - it confirms that they are uncle and niece.

"Ah, are you okay? I'm so glad you're okay!"

Arthur used the hug to feel Sean's body, and confirmed that Sean really had no time to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I know that the orthodox bloodline can survive such poisons, but the fact that Eric was poisoned shows that the Duke of Impers's Mansion is not absolutely safe."

"Oh, really, I'm scared to death..."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

This unrestrained love almost sent me away.

"I was wondering how Ada could get here so quickly. You must have used teleportation magic."

Sean finally broke away from Arthur's warm embrace and patted his chest to take a breath.

Arthur saw that Sean didn't agree, so he couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and said:

"Hey! I was really worried that something might have happened to you, so I rushed here. Please don't be so ungrateful, okay?"

Seeing this, Sheen decided:

Still don't tell Arthur that Eric was poisoned himself this time.

There is no point in saying more.

What's more, Sheen didn't touch those things at all.

"what!"

Sheen realized something was wrong.

"Uncle, you are in the Duke of Imperth's Palace. You come here with such conspicuous blond hair, isn't it..."

Arthur stared at Sheen with half-opened eyes and answered nonchalantly:

"What are you thinking, little bastard? I've sponsored James before. He and I are old acquaintances.

"I am one of the few who has the right to freely enter and exit the Duke of Impes's Palace, and everyone here knows me.

"Besides, Haines and Impes are at odds now. Impess won't be stupid enough to reveal that I'm still alive!"

Xien realized belatedly that he had been tricked:

"Aha?!

"(furious) I said you wouldn't agree to my request to spend the winter here so easily! It turns out you two were in collusion!"

"Scott, do you also know--"

Sheen was about to turn around and motion for Scott to look at Arthur, but there was no one behind him.

"Isn't this flashing too fast?"

"Hahaha,"

Arthur put his hands in his pockets and laughed.

"Before you came downstairs, he was the one who entertained me. And he was quite enthusiastic towards me.

"When I said I wanted to see you, he quickly brought you to me. This is very efficient~"

"Tsk. How come this guy can slip away faster than anyone else?" Sheen gritted his teeth.

Isn't it obvious that I have to clean up the mess - giving me an extra role, right?

Arthur put his hands on his hips and soothed:

"Okay, okay, to facilitate Eric's treatment, I'll stay here for one night and then leave. I'll visit James while I'm here. He should be doing well recently. Where is your room? Can I go take a look?"

(James is having a very comfortable life, just busy catching criminals)

Sheen pointed to the nearby marble steps and answered Arthur:

"It's upstairs. I remember I'll be staying here for another half a month."

By the way, he put forward his own ideas (dismissing Arthur):

"Let me show you my room. Don't disturb others during this time. After all, they are still busy investigating how Eric was poisoned."

"Mmmmmmm..."

Arthur nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, Scott had already slipped back to his room, feeling happy:

Finally no one disturbed his peaceful time!

（System BGM）

It's like when my salary for this month arrived, I was prompted to pay it all back to Huabei:

"unlucky!"

It's that damn electric guitar version of "Canon" again!

"I told you not to lower your guard,"

The system (author side) popped up from behind Scott:

"Now is not the time to be lazy. Don't you think this poisoning incident is strange?"

"certainly,"

Scott sat directly on the sofa, tilted his head and muttered to the system,

"(The corners of his mouth slightly raised) It looks complicated, but in fact, we can guess which stupid villain did this, right?"

The system folded its arms and shook its head helplessly:

"Haines is going to play dumb again."

"Did you guess it?"

Scott tilted his head, but he looked in a surprisingly good mood.

The system sat directly on Scott's shoulder and said "DUANG" with an emotional tone:

"You're still in a good mood, that's not a good thing!"

"No, that suits me. Although he is just a villain in my writing..."

Scott (Yuye, the author) thought about the setting she made when she wrote "The Game of Mediation" -

The 16-year-old Xi Lun emphasized his uniqueness and privately "shut up the people who spread the 'rumors'".

Isn’t the fastest way to just “DUANG” on the person’s head?

“But doesn’t this mean that his character hasn’t collapsed?

If his character hadn’t collapsed, he would have been easy to deal with.”

Scott (the author) seems very sure about what the future holds.

He crossed his legs, tapped the small round table beside him with his slender fingers, and hummed a little tune.

No one knows how big the "iceberg" of the fictional world created by Yuye is.

The system curled its lips, unable to do anything about this sultry author.