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

After coming back this time, Aimee has really changed a lot. She no longer exercises every day, but reads books every day. She is no longer strong and always suppresses Bennett, but has learned to be tolerant. She no longer makes endless demands on Bennett, but begins to respond to Bennett's absurd requests.

She became a good wife and mother in a month.

Did something happen when I left the territory? Bennett held the blonde beauty in his arms. Her shoulders were no longer as sharp as before, but smooth and shiny.

He gently stroked the soft long hair, and the slightly curly touch made him a little dazed.

Maybe it's because I've grown up.

It's already the end of August and the weather is getting a little cooler. I covered Aimee with the quilt and put my arms around her curled up shoulders. I didn't want to get up for fear of disturbing this precious tranquility.

Aimee has become very sleepy recently. She said she was just tired from reading. Bennett was not worried that she would get sick. As an extraordinary knight whose legs could break steel and arms could split stone, it was impossible for her to get sick naturally.

The head rubbed under the golden hair, she woke up, hugged Bennett tighter, and had no intention of getting up. She enjoyed the embrace of her lover very much. The lack of love since childhood made her especially nostalgic for this moment of warmth.

Maureen came in and put down breakfast. She was used to Aimee's clinginess in the morning, so she smiled at Bennett and left the room.

Bennett came out and brought breakfast to the bedside, but Aimee still looked lazy.

"Okay, let's have breakfast."

Aimee stretched, rubbed her blurry eyes, and opened her mouth for Bennett to feed her.

Bennett smiled helplessly, cut the steak and put it into the girl's mouth.

The girl squinting her eyes and enjoying herself, the boy feeding the food happily, the warm and bright house, the soft light in the early morning, the chirping birds outside the window, the floating clouds, and the golden fallen leaves.

"You might as well just not get up from now on and be a lazy pig."

Aimee swallowed the last bite of food, lay back on the bed, pulled Bennett into her arms, pulled up the quilt, and drowsily responded, "Well, you take care of me."

The sun in the sky began to hide with a red face, and the tranquility of the manor was broken again. A gorgeously decorated carriage stopped at the gate of the manor. Red-haired Helen got off slowly, followed by the gentle Grand Duke Rose. Led by the servants, the two walked into the hastily prepared lord's manor.

In the study.

"Forgive me for coming uninvited, Lord Stark."

The lord turned the ring, squinted his eyes and smiled, saying: "It doesn't matter. Rose Territory is a long way from Razlan, so it is understandable that the Duke left early."

Grand Duke Rose felt a little choked, rubbed his palms a few times, raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "After receiving the letter, according to your wishes, I was originally planning to come the day before the wedding, but..."

"You're just afraid that people will know your departure time and the journey will be dangerous, right?"

Grand Duke Rose looked into the lord's eyes, his green pupils showing no expression. He was much younger than the man in front of him, and it was not easy for him to inherit the seat of Duke, but the lord who started from scratch was obviously better than him.

"Hahahaha, instead of worrying about my safety, you should worry about whether the wine I brought will turn into water."

How could wine turn into water? The lord laughed loudly after hearing this. He personally poured a cup of black tea for Grand Duke Rose and said proudly, "The honey from the plateau and the tea from the south have always been the best match. My father specially sent me some plateau nectar this year. Come and try it. It's a good thing."

Duke Rose turned the teacup over, admired the patterns on it, and took a sip. It was indeed very fragrant, but a little too sweet. He asked for a gift before we even talked about anything. What a jerk.

While drinking tea, the Grand Duke of Rose reorganized his thoughts, glanced at the complacent lord, exhaled a breath of depression, and said slowly: "Helen has also tasted the highland nectar supplied to Her Royal Highness the Princess's manor. Among the many nectars, highland nectar is indeed one of the best." His tone was slightly heavier.

Old man, I am a duke after all, so show some respect.

After hearing this, the lord looked at Helen, who was sitting quietly and smiling, and asked with interest: "Do you often interact with Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Helen obviously didn't expect that she would have a say. She stole a glance at the smiling Grand Duke Rose, grabbed the skirt at hand, and said with a smile, "Yes, when I was a child, Her Royal Highness the Princess and I met at a banquet in the capital. The princess's teacher even praised my talent as a mage."

The lord seemed to be more interested, and then asked: "That master is also a respectable wizard. Didn't she accept you as her apprentice?"

Why? Why did they accept the princess but not you?

Helen gripped her skirt tighter in her hands, and her palms began to sweat. She knew that she had said unnecessary words. She lowered her head slightly and stared at the clean teacup in front of her. From the moment she came in until now, she had just been sitting there doing nothing.

She didn't dare to look at the Grand Duke Rose. She knew that pair of blue eyes must be scary now. The lord looked at Helen's nervousness without any sympathy and asked relentlessly: "What's wrong? Is there anything embarrassing?"

Grand Duke Rose glared at Helen coldly. Helen seemed to sense something and shuddered unconsciously.

Grand Duke Rose turned around with a smile on his face, and said cheerfully: "The master of the kingdom only teaches one disciple at a time. The princess and the master knew each other in advance."

The lord leaned back and let out a long "Oh..."

Helen's body had begun to tremble unconsciously.

At the princess' birthday party a few months ago, the master chose another person without hesitation. The genius mermaid from Rose Territory became a laughing stock across the country. The flattery of her family and the favor of her elders vanished overnight. What awaited her was her father's disappointed eyes and the mocking cold words of everyone.

What is she now? An object waiting to be picked again. If rejected, she will become a bait, a spy, a mermaid lying on the reef and singing sadly.

The lord seemed to have noticed Helen's embarrassment and reached out to pour her a cup of black tea. Unfortunately, he had no right to show mercy. He could only continue to attack. Compared with a duke, he was the weak one. Looking at the red-haired girl holding the black tea, he said in a mocking tone:

"But I remember the king once sent someone to invite Bennett to become the wizard's apprentice."

The black tea in Helen's cup swayed and dripped onto her skirt, scalding her toes so much that she kept curling them. She didn't dare put the cup down and could only put the tea into her mouth tremblingly, even though her tongue and throat were numb from the pain.

That night she dared to vomit in public at the banquet and refused any food that followed. Half a year later, she didn't even have the courage to put down the cup.

Grand Duke Rose was no ordinary person either. He used Bennett to flatter Mervyn: "Of course, Master Mervyn's teachings are now world-famous. I came here early this time just to meet Master Mervyn."

Helen lowered her head even more. She no longer looked at the cup, but at the stain on her skirt. As long as Mervyn liked her, even if the stain was shit, someone would kneel down and lick it.

The lord glanced at Helen, who was looking down and tense, and sneered in his heart. He said without any concern, "Of course, Grand Duke, please bring me more wine as a gift in the future."