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

Da da da...

The two were walking on their way out of the palace.

Eric thought of the ungrateful people and said helplessly:

"Ah, it's just as I imagined. If you don't save them, they will blame you. Even if you save them, they won't take your contribution to heart."

Scott shrugged it off and left the palace just past the lit fire.

He threw the handkerchief in his hand away lightly.

Because the handkerchief had touched Bonnie's body: Yuye didn't want to have any contact with this unruly young lady, not even a touch.

Scott watched the handkerchief burn to ashes in the flames, and he said lightly:

"Who said we were enemies?

"If I hadn't saved them, they would have definitely blamed us. I came here under tremendous pressure!"

Eric was a little confused:

"But why did you come here anyway, knowing that you won't get any benefit?"

Scott's heart:

"I can't tell you that I have to do this because of the mission?"

"Ah, isn't it also a display of our family's grace? Besides, their death did not bring us any benefit."

Scott held the briefcase in his right hand and said helplessly,

"If they really die from the cursed disease, Duke Haines will definitely try every means to replicate the cursed disease and spread it to the north.

"He just couldn't stand seeing others being better than him, so he attacked Arthur.

"He is a greedy person at heart. He wants to take other people's things for himself. As long as it benefits him."

"That's it..."

Eric felt the irony of these harsh facts.

"Of course," Scott said, walking away easily after seeing the handkerchief burnt to ashes.

“I can’t be that stupid. They’re going to regret this.”

The two continued walking on the road.

Seeing Scott looking tired, Eric said:

"Since you're here, why don't you come over to my place and sit down? It's still not too late to go back tomorrow."

Scott nodded:

"Haha, sure. It just so happens that you're here for a while. Can you introduce me to some delicious food?"

"You are just a little greedy cat!" Eric smiled and scratched Scott's nose.

Scott said helplessly: "Don't be like this, this is not the Duke's Mansion..."

...

The carriage passed by the magic tower.

Scott drew aside the curtain and looked:

Alas. I finally came to the south, but I didn't have the chance to see Sean. I don't know how he is doing after the car accident. Is his recovery life going well?

He will officially go to the Magic Tower next year. I wonder if he can get better...

Eric's words brought Scott back to his senses:

"What are you thinking about? You don't eat snacks, but I do?"

dessert...?

Scott turned around and saw that Eric had a bag of muffins in his hand: maybe Eric sneaked out to buy them while he was receiving treatment!

Scott shouted:

"Oh, no—they're pancakes!"

The carriage was noisily moving further and further away from the magic tower...

What Scott didn't know was that as his carriage passed by, a hand cursed by a black dragon rested on the handrail of the open-air balcony of the magic tower.

...

The carriage drove towards Belmont and Valenta.

Speaking of which, there is a bit of a story behind these two places.

Valenta is a territory located at the northern foot of the mountain range that divides the north and south of the empire. It is also the territory that the Duke promised to grant to Eric after Scott inherits the family.

Interestingly, Valenta is separated from Belmont by a river, which also serves as the boundary between the north and south.

So, Belmont belongs to the south and Valenta belongs to the north.

The current owner of this territory is an old subordinate who once served Impes. When he was young, he traveled around with the previous duke and the current duke and suffered from many diseases.

Now that he is old, he needs to find a piece of beautiful land to recuperate, so the Duke temporarily gave the title rights of this land to his subordinates.

By the time Eric officially took over Valenta, his subordinates had died.

The timing is just right.

As the carriage passed through Belmont Territory, Scott opened the window and took a closer look:

This is Ada's territory.

Although Ada is not good at business, she knows what kind of life people desire.

Under her governance, there was no curse disease in this small territory, the environment was comfortable, the atmosphere was peaceful, and people lived a stable and prosperous life.

He could even see children playing happily on the roadside and adults leading them out with smiles on their faces.

Scott took a deep breath: The air here is so fresh!

It is worthy of being a place governed by a true saint. It gives people the feeling that although it is not rich, the happiness index of the people is definitely very high.

Seeing that Scott was so absorbed in watching, Eric couldn't help but add to Scott:

“I heard that Ada led her people to develop the economy through planting and tourism.

"This place is surrounded by water on three sides, which is very suitable for living. But it is not suitable for business. Ida wanted to take advantage of the excellent environment to develop planting and tourism.

"Although I can't earn as much wealth as the high-ranking Haines, you can see the smiling faces of my people."

Scott retracted his head and said calmly:

"It depends on local conditions. It doesn't mean that the way to develop the economy must be to do business.

"What about you? When Mr. Duke dies, you will truly be the master of Valenta. How do you plan to govern your territory?"

Eric closed his eyes and smiled slightly:

“Aren’t I already implementing it?

"Valenta has a suitable climate and is close to the river. Although there is not much arable land, the transportation is convenient. I can develop the flower industry. And I am currently developing my medical clinic there. Isn't it great?"

"Okay, okay,"

Scott nodded slightly.

"It's better than some people who just follow the crowd."

"What are you implying?" Eric almost laughed out loud.

"No."

Can you believe what Scott said?

The carriage left Belmont and sped across the bridge over the river. On the other side of the bridge was Valenta.

The Palace of Viscount Valenta.

The pavilion in the backyard is similar to the one in Impess, with heating facilities all around and even temperature control equipment.

It was almost time, so the two brothers greeted Mr. Duke with a smile and had afternoon tea in the backyard.

Eric calculated that he and Scott hadn't seen each other for more than half a year:

In the first half of the year, Scott was busy fighting and Eric was busy graduating. In the second half of the year, Eric left home to start a business while Scott was still out slaying dragons.

"Stella, it's really hard."

There was no one around. Scott took off his gloves and picked up the teacup with his scarred hands.

He sipped his green tea and suddenly sighed:

"The Knight Family rarely gathers together. When we really spend more time together, it means that the turmoil outside has completely calmed down."

Eric looked at the new scars on Scott's hands and felt a little distressed:

"You've really suffered. It must be difficult to fight outside, right?"