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

Time passes like this day by day.

Beth and John still quarreled every day, and they still couldn't think of a way to get out of town.

The drawings on the table seemed to have become a powder keg, and would explode immediately once the two of them sat down at the table.

Youlun and his wife were not worried about the two of them. They spent the past few days either preparing food or playing with Alice, as if what happened in the living room had nothing to do with them.

Beth and John ended their argument again and sat on the sofa. Beth felt that she had been a little too emotional in the past few days.

This was the first time in the past hundred years that she had been in a bad mood for several days in a row.

"Let's have dinner first. Since there's no other solution, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Youlun's wife brought the grilled steak and Youlun opened a bottle of red wine. They used the dining cart today and there were several plates on it. It was obvious that the preparations for tonight were quite sumptuous.

It might even be a bit too rich.

At such a tense moment, the two of them still had the mind to do these things. Even Beth felt helpless about their carelessness.

Beth and John were silent as they watched the two men put away the drawings and set the food on the table.

John pinched his brows and asked:

"Why are you suddenly doing this tonight?"

After all, he did not vent his frustration on his friends.

Beth was a little confused. She didn't see Alice. Suddenly, a bad idea came to Beth's mind.

Beth glanced at John. She knew that John was Yulan's friend, and asking him to make certain decisions would be more painful than killing him.

Youlun stood up and handed the glass to John, saying:

"John, to our friendship."

John stood up and clinked glasses with Youlun, saying helplessly:

"You are too relaxed. You know, if we can't come up with a solution, the lord will search every house in a few days."

Youlun smiled, drank the wine in one gulp and ignored John's question.

His wife poured wine for her husband, and Youlan picked up the glass and looked at Beth.

“I don’t know the Knight, but it was the Knight who saved me in my desperate moment and brought my family here.

I offer a toast to the Knight, and to the glory of chivalry."

Beth stood up and clinked glasses with Youlun, and responded:

"For the glory of chivalry."

The two drank the wine in one gulp.

Everyone returned to their seats and John let go of his anxiety. Since the meal was already prepared, he might as well eat it happily. Venting out emotions would not solve any problems.

He also didn't want his friend's efforts to go to waste.

It was a hearty meal of seared pork cutlets followed by a sweet soup to refresh the palate and clear the mouth of any remaining taste.

Roasted snails, followed by pudding and even a luxurious foie gras, John's small treasury was at stake.

Finally, the dessert cake was served. The cake was baked quite soft and the cream was sweet but not greasy.

The couple prepared the meal very carefully, and even someone like Beth who didn't like trouble enjoyed it very much.

Of course, Beth wasn't full.

Youlun is already trying his best to make this dinner.

Of course, if Bennett were asked to comment, he would find a lot of faults, such as no appetizers, no bread, no interlude, the food was not paired with the drinks, etc.

Youlun was not a nobleman, and all he knew about noble food was that after every meat dish, there must be a dessert.

Even if he used his imagination to the fullest, he could only imagine what would happen tonight.

After dinner, Youlan and his wife did not clean up the table to leave space for Beth and John as usual.

He has something to say tonight.

John also saw what his friend was thinking. He seemed to have thought of something. His face was gloomy, and he clenched his teeth, trying hard to suppress his anger.

Youlun put his hand on John's shoulder and said:

"John, we have known each other for more than thirty years."

"We've known each other since we were ten years old."

Youlun nodded, poured John a glass of wine and another for himself.

This time the two did not clink glasses, but Youlun took a sip first.

He did not continue reminiscing about their friendship, but changed the subject and talked about the lord:

"John, since surrendering, I have been working in the Lord's Mansion..."

"I've said it before, this lord is not trustworthy. No matter how hard you work, he will betray you when the time comes."

John didn't speak in a good tone. He was always dissatisfied with Youlun's work.

You Lun smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said:

"What's the point of betrayal? I haven't even met the lord. I'm just a non-staff member, at most a small inspector in the army."

John groaned twice but said nothing.

Youlun continued:

"Although I am a low-ranking official, I am the first to know when the lord's decree is passed down."

He looked at his old friend. He knew John's temper. Sometimes he pursued perfection too much. This made him a God-given, but it also bound him.

And now, it's time to make a choice.

"Youlun, from what I know about the lord, the warrant will be issued tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon at the latest. We don't have time."

John's eyes suddenly widened, but his pupils shrank rapidly.

Youlun picked up the glass, handed it to John, and said:

"John, you know it's impossible for everyone to leave together."

"Oh!"

His palm slammed hard on the table, and the cutlery on the table jumped up and fell down at a high speed, making a clinking sound.

"Mr. Knight and I will definitely find a way tonight. The searchers won't dare to come to my place before the day after tomorrow. We still have one night."

Beth saw it all, but she said nothing. Sometimes, people have to make extremely difficult choices under extremely difficult circumstances.

Especially for a God-given being, abandoning a friend is no different from abandoning one's beliefs.

Youlun shook his head, patted John on the shoulder and said:

"Sometimes, we have to make extremely difficult choices in realistic situations."

John grabbed Youlun by the collar, dragged him in front of him, glared at him and shouted angrily:

"Do you know how much effort we have put in these days to save you? You said you would give up, but have you ever considered us?"

"If I tell you I'm giving up in advance, you'll only become more anxious, and your faith will collapse in despair and guilt. John, I know you, I know you too well..."

Youlun looked into John's eyes. There was no fear in his eyes. In his pupils there was determination and calmness about death.

Beth on the side didn't say anything. She knew this was an unsolvable problem and someone had to sacrifice themselves.

The ones who made the least sacrifice and gained the greatest benefit were the Youlun couple.

John let go of Youlun in despair, his eyes full of confusion. He was not afraid of death, but he could not face the death of those around him.

If Youlon died on the battlefield, John would sing for him, say he was a warrior, and raise a beer by the campfire and say he had a brave friend.

But dying here is an insult to a warrior, and John, who let his friend die in this way, is also an incompetent coward.