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

Royal capital, noon.

Beth's investiture ceremony is over.

Bennett straightened his wizard robe and it was his turn.

He looked back to the north. According to Aimee's guess, he knew that a great battle was about to take place in the Giant Wolf Castle.

He pressed his hand to his ear, and a rune lit up, and he wanted to ask what the situation was.

After hesitating for a moment, he put his hand down again.

The Rose Territory sent out Master Lingchao's teacher, and he also invited Master Meteorite. Unless the opponent goes crazy and wants to fight the Grand Mage to death, there is no reason for the Grand Mage to lose.

Ai Mei attaches so much importance to this awarding of honor, she must make her deceased relatives proud.

There is no need to add to Aimee's frustration. Just do what you should do.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The bell rang three times, and it was time for Bennett to enter.

Bennett waved his wide sleeves, and a mithril sedan chair appeared in the open space.

With a thought, suits of armor appeared. No one was wearing them, but they began to move out of thin air.

Bennett stood on the sedan chair, and the ghost in armor lifted the sedan chair. The gate of the castle opened, and the knight inside looked at Bennett with more fear in his eyes.

Bennett did not change people's minds about the image of a mage, nor did he have the talent to blend in with the crowd like Beth did.

The armor made a clanging sound, and Bennett's sedan chair moved slowly forward.

Long before Bennett entered the city, the king's ceremonial officer had already announced to everyone who would appear next.

Bennett was the last to appear, and it was also the Duke's promotion ceremony, so the ceremony was naturally no less grand than others.

The king personally sent down his own guards to clear the way for Bennett.

People are both afraid of wizards and curious about the mysterious wizards.

The guards of honor were in front, slowly appearing in people's sight.

"These seem to be the people around the king."

"Yes, they are guards from abroad."

"Is this the wizard? Even the king has to offer his ceremonial weapons."

People were talking in low voices until an unmanned suit of armor walked out from behind the city gate with a clanging sound.

The voices of the people stopped.

The scene before our eyes was like a ghost passing by. No one dared to speak, no one dared to praise it, and no one dared to slander it.

Behind the ghost armor was a huge sedan chair, which was more than 40 square meters, as big as the living room of a wealthy family.

The purple-robed wizard above was standing in the center of the sedan chair. There was nothing around him. People could only see the patterns on the steps of the sedan chair and the family crest that was glowing slightly on the wizard's robe.

The steps of the sedan were engraved with constellations, mythological stories, mountains and rivers.

The wizard stood there quietly, as if he was the master of all things.

People looked at the wizard, but most of them were attracted by the family emblem on his chest.

The seal pattern seemed to have some kind of magic that made people think of the sadness of the past.

These were just the thoughts of the common people, but when the nobles saw the iris emblem, most of them were filled with grief.

Few of the nobles who can live in the royal capital are good-for-nothings.

They enjoy the luxury of the nobility and lead an absurd and decadent life, but behind this are countless struggles for interests and fears that keep them awake at night.

Perhaps people will despise their extravagance, laugh at them for bowing to power, and satirize them for living like ghosts.

But only they themselves know the taste of it.

In the territory, there is a group of people who have no power to resist the high-ranking knights.

In the family, there are a group of brothers, younger brothers, uncles and elders who hold people back.

Standing on the land of this royal capital, who can enjoy peace and happiness, and who doesn't worry about waking up tomorrow to find soldiers surrounding their castle?

On one side are the greedy eyes from above, and on the other side are the resentful people below.

The nobles, with red eyes, saluted Bennett one by one by touching their chests.

They all saw the iris in the snow. Although Count Iris did not come today and no one knew her story, the feelings in the rune reached the hearts of the nobles.

They were in awe, they knew that an iron-blooded noble, with the wizard by her side, was about to step onto the stage of the empire.

A new Duke of Iris will stand in the ice and snow of the North and will rise slowly like the sun.

Although she didn't come in person, Aimee's image has been imprinted in the hearts of the nobles.

Bennett nodded to each of the nobles who saluted.

The iris rune array on his chest represents his sincerity and understanding towards the nobles. His nod to the nobles reflects his pride as a wizard and the representative of the Duke.

Wherever he passed, a small bag of gold coins slowly appeared above the heads of civilians. These gold coins were equivalent to their income for several years.

He did not tease these common people for the sake of excitement. He distributed the gold coins equally so that they did not have to stage a farce for the sake of the nobles' face.

The knights of the North looked at Bennett and saluted by beating their chests.

No one dared to be presumptuous in front of the Scourge Mage, not even them.

Bennett looked at these knights, and in front of them there floated a beer cup filled with fragrant rum.

The knights smiled knowingly, took the wine glasses, clinked them in the air, and drank happily.

The convoy moved forward, no one shouted, no one applauded, and there was no farce.

Arriving at the Mage's Tower, Bennett looked up and saw only Denise.

Denise was waving at Bennett. She still had the bandage on her head and looked clumsy but somewhat lively.

She suddenly turned around and pulled Helen over behind her.

Helen's hair was unwashed and was tangled on her scalp. There was still a red blush on her face, and she looked like a drunk.

She glanced at Bennett impatiently, shuddered, and sobered up instantly.

Her gaze rested on the emblem on Bennett's chest. Her sensitivity to magic and the pain experienced by the nobles instantly made her fall into it.

She had seen the story of the iris with her own eyes.

Her own experience also made her feel the same.

She leaned against the window, crying uncontrollably. She didn't scream, and perhaps she couldn't say anything.

Bennett's mind moved, and a goblet filled with rose gold wine floated beside Helen.

"Bennett, I want a harp, a harp."

Helen didn't take the glass, she shouted down.

Bennett withdrew his gaze, and a harp floated beside Helen.

The honor guard did not stop and continued forward.

From the high tower, the ethereal sound of a harp drifted away, carrying a certain firmness amidst the sadness, noble and elegant. With the blessing of the runes of the Mage Tower, it spread throughout the entire royal capital.

The sound of the piano came from the heart, leading the people of the capital into the story of the iris and ushering them into that sad and tragic night of snow and wind.