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

The carriage stopped in front of the tower. Helen jumped off the carriage first and looked up at the window above. The person inside was her only obsession. No matter what, she had to get to the bottom of it.

Bennett followed her out of the carriage. The girl did not wait for him and went up the steps with her skirt lifted. The guard saw Bennett and shook his head, but did not stop the girl.

The heavy door creaked, and the girl pushed it open with her shoulder. She no longer cared about her noble manners. From last night till now, she had only eaten breakfast. Her thin body simply could not support her to tormenting herself like this. Sweat was all over her forehead. She supported her knees and gasped for breath. Bennett wanted to help her, but she shook off the kind hands.

She doesn't need others' sympathy, she is still that proud and lonely crane. The steps in front of her lead to her final destination, she wants to walk there, see and find out by herself.

Helen Field, that is the rose that migrated from the southern fields to Razlan. Even if she died in the strong wind and snow in the north, she would not accept anyone's pity, nor would she allow herself to become filth in the eyes of others.

It was extremely difficult for the soldiers to push open the stone door, let alone Helen from the southern water town. Bennett looked at Helen in front of him, holding up her skirt and panting with every step. He was more silent in his heart. The girl's determination was burning like a raging fire, but what was waiting for her was ice water without any surprises.

Mervyn was waiting at the end of the corridor. The girl's soul spontaneously combusted and decomposed like a meteorite. How could he not sense it? Unfortunately, he had no intention of accepting her as a disciple, and the girl's mentality did not allow her to become a magician.

The girl finally saw the pair of pale eyes. Without hesitation, she knelt down on the steps.

"Helen Field, come and become my disciple."

There was some regret in the wizard's eyes. What a good wizard seedling.

"No."

Helen raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of determination.

"why?"

"You are not qualified."

Bennett was right behind Helen. He already knew the result, so there was nothing unexpected about it. It was just that Mervyn's words were somewhat hurtful.

He walked up to Mervyn and wanted to say a few good words for Helen, but was stopped by the wizard's eyes.

There was no further argument.

Hold your head high and have no regrets.

Helen left.

Bennett walked up to the teacher, who was filled with a smell of corruption. This smell was somewhat familiar, but he didn't think much about it.

"Teacher, is there really no other way?"

Mervyn glanced at Bennett, turned around and said, "That's your disciple, don't come to me."

Bennett breathed a sigh of relief, things were not hopeless.

Turned around and walked down the high steps.

Helen outside had already boarded the carriage. When Bennett went in, she was putting on makeup. Her blue eyes were shining and her energetic look made Bennett a little dazed. He felt something was wrong.

"is it beautiful?"

This question interrupted Bennett's doubts. He looked at the vast blue and replied in a daze, "It's the most beautiful thing in the world."

Helen squinted her eyes and nodded, saying mischievously, "I want to drink the red wine from the royal capital tonight, is that okay, my teacher~."

The word "teacher" was a little bit touching, and Bennett's bones softened. He no longer had any doubts and said with a smug look on his face, "Okay, I'll ask the servants to prepare something good today, and Aimee, let's drink together."

Helen nodded, the dimples on her cheeks were charming, and Bennett was a little dazed.

Just as Bennett was staring at her, she suddenly turned her head, which scared Bennett, and she blinked and stuck out her tongue at him.

Bennett also knew that he had lost his composure. He smiled, shook his head, and started reading his dragon leather book.

Where he wasn't noticing, Helen was quietly observing him.

The carriage finally returned to the manor. Helen jumped off the carriage first, took a deep breath, turned around and said to Bennett who was about to get off the carriage: "Let's go to the maple forest to watch the sunset. I'll play the piano for you."

Bennett was stunned again, and quickly said, "Okay, I'll go call Aimee, and we can just have dinner in the garden later."

When Helen heard Aimee's name again, a hint of gloom flashed across her eyes, but she smiled again in an instant, nodded, and said nothing more.

After sending Helen to the room, Bennett turned to leave, but the girl grabbed the boy's sleeve and said, "Come in and sit down."

Helen was a little strange today. Bennett looked at the pair of spring-like crescents and felt a little scared. He threw away his sleeves and said quickly, "No need. Change your clothes. I'll go call Aimee."

"If you don't get in today, you won't have a chance to get in later."

This statement was a bit strange. Bennett was so confused that he couldn't think so much.

"No, no, no, I won't go in. Bye."

Looking at Bennett's fleeing back, Helen's smile was full of envy. Perhaps no one would care about her like this in her entire life. However, her smile did not fade away. Instead, she hummed a song, took out a white dress, and started to dress up again.

After a while, Bennett brought Aimee to the room. Helen seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Before they knocked on the door, she skipped out of the room.

Aimee was somewhat bewildered as she looked at the raised, soft red lips. She turned to look at Bennett, but the idiot just shrugged his shoulders in helplessness.

Aimee is not the slow-witted guy like Bennett, and there is a hint of worry in her eyes.

In the ocean of maple leaves, a woman with red hair and a white dress sat diagonally on a stone platform, her legs crossed, revealing her graceful figure. Her exposed calves glowed slightly in the setting sun, her fingers danced, and the harp played melodiously in her arms. At this moment, the red sea had its own vitality, flowing around the figure on the reef, holding up the beauty and responding to her call.

The maids brought the food. Today's dinner was indeed sumptuous. Every dish was carefully selected by Aimee, paired with red wine from the royal capital and gin from Rose Territory. Everything seemed so comfortable. Helen's laughter was also very cheerful, but there was more worry in Aimee's eyes.

Helen clamored to drink Wangdu's red wine before the meal, but she only took a few sips from the glass. Sometimes she would stare at the glass of red wine in a daze. She said she didn't think the wine was delicious, but a friend of Wangdu particularly liked it.

Aimee didn't drink a single sip.

Bennett drank quite a bit of wine, and he hugged Aimee and talked about Luo Xiang, the minimum sentence of three years and the maximum death penalty. Aimee didn't understand, so she simply asked the servants to carry him back.

Without Bennett, the two women lost interest. Just then, the sun completely set. Helen looked at the unfinished game on the table and said goodbye to Aimee with a smile: "Goodbye, lucky Aimee."

Aimee was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand and replied, "Goodbye, you will have your own luck too."

Helen left the garden with a smile, and the maids put away the table. Aimee was still a little worried about Helen, so she asked Maureen to look after Helen tonight.

Helen returned to the room and began to touch up her makeup again. Her red lips looked as charming as blood under the candlelight. She checked her skirt, brushed off the dust on it, put the zither beside her in place, picked up the roses on the ground and put them back on the bed, took out a white rose and pinned it on her chest, revealing a satisfied smile.

This was her last act of resistance.

Humming, she walked towards the stool beside the bed.

Maureen had been waiting outside, and when she heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground, she immediately rushed into the room.

"The young lady hanged herself."

Now the lord's manor was completely bustling.