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

"Miss?"

"Ok?"

Emma stared at the contact stone in Stella's hand: "Are you chatting with the young master of a certain family? Do you have a crush on him..."

Feeling the young lady rolling her eyes at her, Emma covered her mouth with her hand:

"Well."

"What young master? It's a woman." Stella turned off the massage device and lazily lay on the sofa.

Emma's eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, with your personality...it's rare for you to have friends. Who are they? Let me know too."

Stella glanced at Emma, ​​holding her chin with her left hand and said lightly:

"The new chief of the Magic Tower, Miss Eve Esther. She is one year older than me, so it's not wrong for me to call her Sister Eve."

Wha…what?!

"Ms. Eve, the chief of the magic tower??!" Emma let out a sharp cry.

"I heard she's very pretty, right? Really? I heard from others that she and Ivan both have silver hair and red eyes, and she's the more powerful one..."

Emma's eyes turned to the transformation necklace on the table, and she couldn't help but imagine the blueprint for the future:

“Miss, if you use the identity of Scott to marry Miss Eve and give birth to a child with silver hair and green eyes, this child must be a girl. How beautiful will she be?

"By the way, being pretty is nothing... Impes' bloodline can't be good-looking without any practical use. The young lady must inherit the martial arts talent of the eldest lady, and not be a vase!"

Stella was speechless - Emma, ​​who was used to enjoying herself, had even thought about what her child would look like, right?

But Emma exclaimed again:

"Oh! Black hair and red eyes are not bad either, but it would be best if it's a son. He can also inherit Miss Eve's magical talent. Add to that the second young master's looks, and it would be perfect~"

When she said these words, Emma's obsessed look stunned Stella.

"well,"

Stella lowered her head and looked at the evil dragon heart on the table. "I have seen the brother and sister before. They are both good-looking and look very much in line with my aesthetic."

She put her hands on her nightgown and continued,

"Honestly, Scott and Stella are just two people. I feel like it would be a huge loss if I gave up on either one."

The scene fell into a mysterious awkwardness.

Emma looked at Stella's tangled look, and she was also speechless:

"Yes,

"It would be nice if the Esther siblings were the same person as the eldest."

...

Duke of Haines Palace.

The Duke's Office.

"Hahaha!"

The Duke held in his hand this week's account book. He looked at the countless zeros on the income and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"This week's earnings are good! Everyone is very motivated!"

"Of course, Master!"

Next to the Duke stood a man who looked to be in his thirties. He was Charles Roman, the eldest son of Viscount Roman.

"And according to the profit sharing in the contract, the Duke will get even more!"

It was Charlie who came up with the idea of ​​using forging magic to forge the profit sharing in the contract.

Ironically, the Duke accepted the suggestion and actually did it!

The Duke looked at the "60%" figure in the contract, and couldn't hide the wrinkles on his face from smiling:

"Of course 86% of the wealth belongs to me. This is the profit a duke should enjoy!"

After feeling proud, the Duke put down the account book, picked up the new black tea on the table, and took a big sip:

"Cough cough!"

"Master of the family?"

Charlie was frightened by the Duke's cough - you know, the Duke is already half a century old (30 years old when Sean was born, and now Sean is 20 years old), if something unexpected really happened...

"Hey, it's okay, I drank too quickly..." The Duke waved at Charlie, but still looked cheerful.

"Master, you'd better be careful. Although you are a duke now, you don't have the healing power of orthodox blood. If you really get sick..."

Having said this, Charlie noticed the Duke's strange look.

He quickly lowered his head and covered his mouth.

In the past, the Duke would have definitely cursed back, saying something like "So what if it's orthodox? In the end, I still got the position."

But not long ago, he saw Arthur who was still alive, and even fainted in front of Arthur.

"This is so embarrassing!"

The Duke felt ashamed to think of this.

What made the Duke feel outrageous was that he had already become a "greasy middle-aged man", and even the Lord (nine years younger than the Duke) did not look as good as he had a few years ago.

but--

Arthur's condition was beyond their imagination: there was no sign of aging on Arthur. Apart from the calmness and steadiness of a middle-aged man, Arthur looked even younger than the youngest lord.

(Arthur: No! I lose my hair... but I do age much slower than you do)

Thinking of this, the Duke fell into deep thought:

"Are Alex and I old? Is it that the superiority of the orthodox bloodline is that it does not age easily... God created the orthodox bloodline as a reminder to us..."

"We will never be able to compete with the orthodox bloodline..."

Charles, with his hands on his hips, paced behind the Duke, muttering to himself:

"Oh, it's okay. You're the Duke anyway. No matter how much the Lord objects, he can't defeat you."

The Duke felt helpless.

"Can I really stay in this position forever?"

After being dampened by what Charlie said, the Duke became noticeably calmer.

"Thanks to you, I can take such a great credit." The Duke did not forget to thank his subordinates who brought him huge profits.

Charles smiled and replied: "This is just what I should do as a retainer..."

Bang!

Before Charlie finished speaking, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open heavily.

The Duke looked in the direction of the sound and saw a large group of retainers standing at the door, looking like they were there to cause trouble.

Charlie was unhappy at this time:

"Hey? You shouldn't knock when entering the office..."

The retainer in the lead seemed to be the head of a low-ranking noble family.

In his eyes, Charlie is just a young man - it's not your turn to judge us!

The leading retainer (Retainer No. 1) said in a low voice with a cold tone:

"You'd better get out of the way. If it weren't for the contract saying 'Haines has the right to maintain confidentiality of the bills'...you wouldn't be the Duke's subordinate!"

When Retainer No. 1 was about to say something swearing, the retainer to his right hit him on the arm with his elbow.

"Stop talking and get down to business."

The chief retainer shut his mouth and rolled his eyes at Charlie.

The retainer next to him (Retainer No. 2) quickly chimed in:

"It's okay. We just haven't visited the Duke for a long time, so we gathered together to come and see him."

Retainer No. 2 waved his hand quickly, signaling everyone to come in.

Da da da...

Charlie was confused by this situation - the people who came were all the heads of the families.

As the "eldest son of the family head", he was indeed young among the crowd.