I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

As a saint bestowed by God, Beth's physical fitness is no different from that of a dragon.

Beth can eat as much as the dragon can.

The knights of the North were originally watching Beth eating meat. They used Beth to make a bet, and winning the other party's pants was their highest goal.

But as the amount of food in front of Beth dwindled, they began to swallow, looking hungry.

The knight who poured wine for Beth shared the food in front of her.

Neither Beth nor Bennett tried to stop them. Bennett was also from the North, and he didn't hate this atmosphere of equality.

If Bennett had not become a wizard, he would have been the soul singer at the banquet in the square of Razlan Territory.

Nicknamed, the master-level ghost-howling party terminator.

He can no longer feel this kind of atmosphere now. After all, Beth's feelings and his own feelings are different.

Looking around from Beth's perspective is like peeking at the world through a video, after all, it is through a filter.

The knights of the North were infected by the atmosphere of the banquet and began to sing the epic of the North.

The king held the wine glass, his eyes full of nostalgia. He was once one of these knights.

The Grand Duke of the North looked at the knights with satisfaction. His physical talents were not good and could not compare with his elder brother.

But the giant wolf blood flowing in his body would never reject such heroism.

The rose representative also showed a rare knowing smile. In the Rose Territory, the girls' dance was passionate and unrestrained, and the bonfire party in the field had an atmosphere so similar to that here.

Only the Pope looked gloomy.

The happiness here is something the Pope will never experience in his entire life.

"Rude."

The Pope put a mouthful of greasy barbecue into his mouth and used gin to wash down the grease in his mouth. He only felt waves of nausea.

Especially after seeing how popular Beth was, the Pope felt more and more that the current scene was hypocritical.

Bennett looked at the dancing atomic dust around him, and in the middle, there was an exploding wave of souls.

The wave brought up colorful emotional seaweed, dyeing the whole world brilliantly.

And in the center of this dazzling scene is Beth with golden hair.

Bennett lay on the grass. Even a natural disaster that had turned the world into data could bring about an emotion in people's souls that went beyond the data.

"This is the meaning of the existence of a mage."

The prey had been eaten long ago, so the king asked the guards to bring food from the royal pasture so that everyone could enjoy a feast.

With such endless supply, Beth finally gained the first sense of satisfaction since becoming a saint.

That is the relaxation brought by being full and the slight dizziness brought by the increase in blood sugar.

She drank the last sip of wine and threw the large cup aside.

And those God-given knights had already fallen down and were in a mess.

Of course, if anyone thinks that they have no ability to resist at all now, then these knights will immediately let everyone know what true cruelty is.

Don't bother a drunk, it's just common sense.

Beth spat out the bone in her mouth and fell backwards like the knight on the ground.

Lying on the ground and looking at the starry sky, Beth felt that she should do something, so she moved her body and rested her head on Bennett's stomach.

"Are you cool?"

Beth reached out and scratched Bennett's chin. The slight prickly feeling left by the stubble gave Beth a slight pleasure.

It's numb and not round at all. Let's take a look at it.

Bennett felt Beth's strange hands and felt neither amused nor helpless.

But he didn't stop it. The atmosphere tonight was good and maybe he should do something.

"It was a great night."

Beth turned over to Bennett's side again, moved Bennett's head towards her, looked into Bennett's eyes and said:

"Your eyes tell me that you saw something different today, and I want to see it."

Bennett did not refuse, but directly copied and pasted his memory into Beth's mind.

Beth was completely unprepared for Bennett, and allowed him to enter the depths of her soul, leaving behind some memories of a wizard.

When Bennett finished pasting the memories carefully, the beauty of that moment burst out before Beth's eyes.

She saw the same thing Bennett saw.

But when she saw herself at the center of the world, she couldn't help but be slightly dazed.

"I didn't even realize I was so pretty."

Okay, you’re welcome.

Bennett was speechless for a while, but then he laughed. This was Beth, an illiterate man who had been illiterate for hundreds of years.

She doesn't care about the common sense and rules of the world. She is the maker of rules and she is a tyrant.

"It's difficult for you to follow the rules of these nobles."

Beth fiddled with her bangs and said with a smile:

"One day, sooner or later, I will make all these rotten things disappear."

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to let me disappear too."

Beth stretched out two fingers, drew a line in the sky, and said:

"Then you will disappear too."

Bennett smiled and did not continue the topic.

The moon had risen high in the sky and the party had finally come to an end.

"Tonight's banquet is over."

The guard stepped forward and announced the end of the banquet.

The king had already been carried by the guards. He was very happy tonight. He had not experienced such an atmosphere for a long time.

The Grand Duke of the North commanded the king's guards to move their knights away one by one.

The rose representative was not drunk at all. He remained sober throughout the whole process and only felt a little intoxicated when the atmosphere was the most enthusiastic.

The Pope, who had a dark face throughout the whole process, was the one who was truly drunk. He kept shouting women's names and stretched out his hand to the male guard beside him.

The guard showed shyness on his face and took the Pope to the residence arranged by the king.

Legend has it that the next day, the Pope angrily killed one of the king's male guards, and in the following days, he began to have bloody stools.

This piece of news became a widely circulated joke in the royal capital.

Bennett took Beth back to his small castle in the royal capital.

"I haven't been back for a few months, and this is what it looks like."

Beth kicked the ground with her boot, causing the dust on the floor to fly up, causing Beth to frown slightly.

"The mud house in my church isn't this dirty."

"Open your view and let me take a look," said Bennett.

Beth helped Bennett open his vision and took him around the house.

Bennett swept his mental power over, and the dust instantly turned into light and shadow.

Finally the two walked into a bedroom.

Lighting the candles in the room, Bennett said:

"Remember, I have a surprise for you?"

"What, what do you want me to do again?"

Beth was afraid of Bennett and she really didn't want to take care of a pregnant woman.

Bennett smiled, took out the scroll from his arms, took out the object from the scroll and placed it on the bed.

The golden scales gleamed in the bedroom, a light dragon skin armor.

We killed quite a few dragons last time, enough to make several sets of armor.

Beth looked at the armor in surprise. This armor was designed as a light armor, but Beth knew that with the toughness of dragon skin, this armor was much stronger than heavy armor.

"This...is this for me?"