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

After hugging Lady Nora, the Duke explained Eric's origins.

After listening to this, Mrs. Nora expressed her willingness to recognize Eric as her son:

"But calling this child '...' is definitely inappropriate. I really admire his biological father."

The Duke shrugged.

"Jason's emotional intelligence is just like that. His children's names are all very common."

"Give this child a new name." (Nora)

"Of course." James smiled and walked away.

Little Eric was taken care of by people, and then the Duke led him to a small room in a daze.

"I'm coming in—"

The person sitting in the small room was little Scott, who was wearing a light men's uniform. Scott was 7 years old at the time.

Yuye has been in this world for three years using the identity of Scott.

Scott (Yuye) was sitting at a brown table, reading a magic book with great interest.

"Huh? Dad?"

After noticing the Duke's footsteps, Scott put down his pen and looked up. His eyes met Eric's:

"This child doesn't seem to be in the book I wrote. Why does he have green hair...?"

The Duke let go of Eric's hand and signaled to Scott:

"Scott, Dad wants to discuss something with you. You are my only child, and I am keeping you because I want you to have a blood companion.

"He is one year older than you. He is Jason's illegitimate son, and his identity has never been made public. It is not difficult to tamper with his background."

"Oh. In my setting, Jason is indeed like that...it's normal for him to have several illegitimate children."

Scott replied: "As long as Dad thinks it is beneficial, I certainly have no objection."

Because he was a book traveler, Scott didn't behave like a child at all - the Duke knew Yuye's identity, so he naturally didn't take this strange phenomenon to heart.

The Duke motioned to Scott to make a decision:

"Then you can give him a name (just like giving this little guy a role identity)."

Hmm... a character that doesn't exist... I'll have to think about it carefully.

Scott held his chin with his right hand and thought carefully:

"Okay, let's call him 'Eric'. I think this name has a good meaning."

(End of memory)

"Wow, so Scott gave you this name. It's an interesting name indeed."

Ida analyzed with interest, "'Eric' means 'sole ruler', and also means versatile, goal-oriented and a series of other good wishes.

"Scott probably knows that you have been tortured by the former Duke for so many years, and wishes you could take charge of your own life, right?"

After listening to Ada's analysis, Eric scratched his head and laughed: "If you put it that way, it seems to be true..."

Ada suddenly felt strange:

"Uh, Eric. So what was your original name?"

Eric shrugged helplessly:

“Apu.

"That's what my irresponsible father called me when he brought me home."

"Not bad..." (Ada)

"But I later found out that 'Apu' was the name of his wife's dog. In other words, I am not even as good as a dog."

Eric couldn't help laughing when he said this.

Ada: “…”

Ada stared at Eric blankly—there was really nothing to say.

After coming to their senses, the two were still struggling with the name of the bird.

Ada handed the bird food and took the opportunity to touch its beautiful feathers.

She suddenly said, "If it weren't for the fact that my biological father is called Alex, I would really like to name this bird Alex."

After listening to Ada's complaints, Eric couldn't hold back:

"Pfft-"

In the end, the two of them couldn't come up with a good name, so they had to ask others for help.

They took the bird to Ivan's residence.

"Ivan, I need your help with something..."

"Eh?!"

"Eric did you not close the cage?! Oh my god!"

The bird actually flew out of the cage and stood on Ivan's shoulder. It even rubbed its head against Ivan's cheek.

If this isn't proper intimacy, then what is it?!

Ada was stunned: This arrogant bird was actually tamed by Ivan? ?

Eric was also stunned. He muttered:

"Ivan...did you use any magic?"

Ivan was also confused: "Uh, maybe it's because this bird likes me more..."

Ivan stretched out his left index finger, and the bird unexpectedly flew to the fingertip of Ivan's left hand.

You should know that Ivan's left hand is cursed by a black dragon. If it is not controlled by Ivan artificially, the long red nails on his left hand will secrete special mucus.

Once it gets on, the slime can easily corrode anything.

The reader spent a lot of time and effort to control the curse, and even had to wrap his hands with bandages in the early stages of control.

And now, the bird completely ignored the curse on Ivan's left hand and stood on Ivan's fingertips with trust!

Ada's eyes were dull - how much trust did she have in Ivan?!

Ivan was not surprised by the bird's affection: Maybe this is the extra bonus of the elven blood? In fact, not only birds, I can even train snakes in private...

(This setting is outrageous, otherwise how can he be the protagonist?)

"Well, since someone can tame this little thing, let's keep it," Ida tried to reach out and touch the bird, and the magical scene was that the bird was happy to be touched by her.

"Hehe, interesting. Ivan, since it likes to stick to you, why don't you give it a name?"

Ivan used his magic to sense the bird:

"Me? Oh, such a beautiful bird is actually a female.

"Since you say she's arrogant, let's call her Narcissa. The word also means beautiful and narcissistic anyway."

...

After solving the problem of naming the bird, Eric leaned against the window in a daze for some reason.

(Ada went to play with the bird)

"What's wrong?" Ivan, who was sitting on the sofa, noticed it.

Eric's long story short:

"The cursed disease is rampant in the south. Even if I develop a cure, many people are unwilling to buy it because of my identity.

"Do they really think my medicine is worse than those greedy priests...?"

As soon as Eric finished speaking, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"This? It's just a small matter,"

Ivan smiled slightly, slowly stood up from the sofa, and then walked to Eric.

“Have the prices come down?”

"Five silver coins for one bottle. A price that ordinary people can afford."

“The price is so low but it still can’t be sold...”

"It could only be Haynes who is leading the boycott of these drugs."

Ivan covered his mouth and laughed:

"Isn't it because you are the son of a family that is hostile to Haines? If they are willing to die to show their loyalty to Haines, then there is nothing we can do, right?"

"You are right." Eric nodded.

"I am not good at business. I don't know the business situation in the South, and I don't know that the Haines family is the only one in power. As long as they resist, no matter how powerful others are, they will be strangled in the cradle.

"I know that as a northerner, I think it's best to find a southern agent. Unfortunately, no one dares to take over!"

Ivan smiled strangely behind Eric's back:

"Let them go on with their own way - but we can't kill their hope,"

Eric: “Huh?”

"I'll introduce you to Uncle Arthur. He'll be willing to be the criminal."