Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Mai Qi did not disappoint Lorant's help. Two days later, as Lorant watched the young girl in her splendid attire shyly seated on her pure white Windbreaker horse, with dozens of other Windbreaker horses adorned with expensive jewelry following behind her, he was momentarily stunned.

The appearance of the top-grade Windbreaker horses was truly impeccable, and it just so happened to be the time when Windbreaker horses were making a grand entrance in Mauplan. The crowd gathered along the streets resembled a festival.

Madame Mai Qi held her daughter's hand high and handed it over to the young man dressed in noble attire opposite them, trying hard not to let anyone see the tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing the young man stealing glances at his bride while also unable to resist looking around at the Windbreaker horses, Mai Qi felt quite proud.

This grand wedding was clearly a success in Mauplan.

Lorant couldn't say how the newlyweds' life would be after the wedding, but the Animal Pet Shop's business of renting out Windbreaker horses became even more popular.

Emma even took advantage of the situation and introduced a reservation service for Windbreaker horses, further fueling their popularity in Mauplan.

However, for Lorant, matters outside the Animal Pet Shop were no longer something he had the energy to care about.

Because the nine beast pet eggs he had been waiting for in the beast pet warehouse were finally about to hatch.

The Floating Octopus was one of the earliest beast pets that Lorant had started breeding.

Now, they finally showed signs of hatching.

Lorant had Baby gently move the nine half-human-sized beast pet eggs to the incubation area in the beast pet warehouse.

From dawn until late into the night, Lorant stayed by the side of the beast pet eggs, waiting for any sign of activity.

One by one, the beast pet eggs began to shake on the soft cushions used for incubation. Their movements grew increasingly intense until they eventually tumbled onto the ground.

Fortunately, the soft cushions Lorant prepared were the same ones used previously for Windbreaker horses, large enough to allow them to roll without falling off.

So Lorant didn't intervene as he watched the beast pet eggs rolling around; he simply observed curiously.

Having incubated many beast pets before, this was the first time Lorant saw such active movement inside the eggs.

Both the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs and the Windbreaker horses emerged straightforwardly from their shells. Even the relatively higher-level Ghost Spiders, aside from taking longer to hatch, didn't cause any trouble.

Only these creatures kept rolling around inside their shells.

Lorant sat there, chin in hand, watching the nine eggs perform acrobatics on the soft cushions.

However, after all this rolling, not only did they show no signs of breaking out, but their movements gradually slowed down.

This made Lorant feel something was wrong.

He picked up one of the beast pet eggs and examined it closely.

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind.

"The Floating Octopus... Could it be they can't break the shell with their bodies?" Lorant held the egg still and pulled out a magical tool from his spatial belt that could see through the shell to observe the embryo's growth.

Using this tool to scan the shell and activating its projection function, an image of a complete, seemingly peeled but intact beast pet egg appeared above the instrument.

This time, Lorant could clearly see what was happening inside the shell.

Just as he imagined, the Floating Octopus, though curled up inside the egg, looked like a regular King Octopus.

King Octopuses are Level Four beasts, and while their specific habits are not mentioned, Lorant could only say that their taste was indeed excellent. The 'King Octopus Balls' he made were highly praised in the Animal Pet Shop.

Putting aside the digression, the fact was that the Floating Octopus had eight thick tentacles with suction cups. At first glance, they looked similar to King Octopuses, but upon closer inspection, their tentacles were flatter and their heads larger.

Perhaps this was to better facilitate their floating in the air, Lorant thought silently.

But he also understood the Floating Octopus's predicament.

The thickness of the shell wasn't much, but the newborn octopuses lacked the sharp claws of the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs or the hooves of the Windbreaker horses. Their soft tentacles were clearly insufficient to break through the hard shell.

So they could only use their eight tentacles to rotate the egg, hoping to crack it against the ground to break free.

But Lorant's soft cushions rendered their efforts meaningless, causing them to waste energy within the confined shell.

The problem was that once a beast pet reached the point of hatching, it meant they had fully developed inside the egg and could no longer adapt to the environment within. If they couldn't break out, these little lives might suffocate inside the shell.

Realizing this, Lorant quickly instructed Baby to place all nine beast pet eggs on the ground and put some hard objects around them to help the little ones break out faster.

Smashing the eggs himself was a last resort.

As long as there was any chance the beast pets could break out on their own, Lorant wouldn't interfere. He believed that such beast pets would be healthier.

Fortunately, Lorant's response was timely, preventing the nine beast pet eggs from exhausting themselves to the point where manual intervention was necessary.

After placing the eggs in the right spot, they soon broke through their shells, with tentacles as thick as Lorant's arm stretching out through the cracks.

Lorant breathed a sigh of relief, realizing this was a reminder that different beast pets would encounter various issues during incubation. He needed to adapt his methods accordingly.

Soon, all nine Floating Octopuses broke free from their shells and crawled out.

As the name suggests, Floating Octopuses are beast pets capable of floating in the air.

Watching these creatures with a wingspan of two meters slowly extend their tentacles and float up was a strange feeling.

These little ones weren't flying; rather, watching them in the air was more akin to observing them swimming in water.

Except now their 'sea' was the 'sky,' and the air allowed them to move freely.

"Hello, hello?" Lorant cautiously stepped forward to greet the little ones.

He knew that the intelligence of these animal pets was quite high, almost twice that of humans, making them a kind of intelligent species.

However, he wasn't sure if these animal pets were born with the wisdom of an adult or if they needed to reach adulthood to achieve their peak intelligence.

This uncertainty left Lorant unsure of how to approach them.

Should he treat them like adults or like children?

Fortunately, the little creatures broke this awkward silence.

One of the floating octopuses closest to Lorant looked at his outstretched hand, tilting its head curiously.

This gesture would be adorable on any other animal pet, capable of melting the hearts of many bipedal creatures. However, the floating octopus, with its brownish-yellow skin and eight thick, flat tentacles occasionally sliding through the air, had a head that was surprisingly large and soft, moving gently without any wind.

Hmm, could I take a few minutes of your time? I'd like to introduce you to our Heavenly Father...

Lorant shook his head to dispel his fanciful thoughts.

The curious floating octopus, seeing no reaction from Lorant, cautiously moved closer and then carefully extended one of its tentacles to lightly touch Lorant's outstretched arm.

Unlike aquatic pets, the floating octopus had a leathery texture that felt firm and not sticky, rather refreshing, especially in summer. Its color, however, made it less appealing to touch.

Still, since Little Eight had shown friendliness, Lorant wouldn't miss the opportunity. He slowly opened his palm so as not to scare the octopus. Seeing that it didn't retreat but instead placed its entire tentacle on his hand, he gently held it and gave it a slight shake.

"Hello there, little guy!"

The other octopuses, seeing this, also crowded around, each trying to get their tentacles onto Lorant's hand first.

This familiar feeling relaxed Lorant. No matter how intelligent the floating octopuses were, they were still just animal pets. He decided to treat them as he would any other small creature.

"Don't worry, everyone. First, eat your eggshells and have a good sleep. We can play when you wake up." Lorant said with a smile, gently moving a tentacle that had slapped onto his shoulder.

The floating octopuses stared at Lorant with their slightly bulging eyes, then obediently returned to their eggshells to start eating.

'Baby, these guys look really ugly, not cute at all.'

The little ghost spider slowly swung down on a web thread from the ceiling, standing on Lorant's shoulder and speaking silently.

Lorant helplessly stroked the little one's soft fur. "Baby, you shouldn't say that. The floating octopuses are very intelligent; it would hurt their feelings if they knew."

The ghost spider tilted its head, struggling to understand why telling the truth would upset other animal pets. But the obedient little one took Lorant's words to heart and used its ability to apologize in the minds of the floating octopuses.

'Sorry, Baby said you're not ugly. That was wrong. Don't be sad!'

The floating octopuses lifted their heads and looked in the direction of the ghost spider, curiously asking in their minds: "Baby is referring to this bipedal creature? Is that its name? But didn't you say your name was Baby?"

The little ghost spider understood clearly and proudly raised its head. 'Yes! I'm called Baby, and he's called Baby too. We both call each other that!'

Unaware that his ghost spider was already chatting with the floating octopuses, Lorant was still pondering how to gauge their intelligence.

Sensing Lorant's thoughts, the ghost spider gently tapped his ear with its front legs. 'Baby, they are very smart, not like kids. But their way of speaking is strange, different from Baby.'

Lorant perked up. Right, the ghost spider communicated directly at the soul level, unaffected by language or species. Why not ask the little one?

"Baby, did you talk to them? What did you say?"

'Well, not much. I thought they looked strange, so I asked why they don't have fur and why their legs are long and flat like mine. Then I told them they were ugly.'

The ghost spider rubbed its hands, cautiously looking at Lorant's expression. Seeing he wasn't angry, it continued happily: 'But I apologized to them, Baby! I'll remember next time!'

"Did they say anything else?"

'They asked me what ugly means. I said I don't know either, but I'm pretty! Baby is pretty too!'

Lorant sighed at the little one's choice of words. No matter how many times he taught it that he was handsome, it never seemed to stick. Perhaps it was intentional.

Frustrated and unable to teach the little one, the bipedal creature ruffled its fur, turning the smooth white fur into a mess, making the little one pout and start grooming itself.

Seeing the ghost spider groom its fur, the mischievous bipedal creature laughed. "Baby has been good today. You'll get a snack later."

'Okay!' Hearing about snacks, the ghost spider forgot about Lorant messing up its fur. As long as there were those delicious meat treats, it was willing to let Baby mess up its fur every day!

Lorant smiled silently. The ghost spider's personality was like a well-behaved child who never rebels. Despite being the strongest fighter in the Animal Pet Shop, it would only hang by a web thread near the crystal bottle containing meat treats, eyeing them longingly whenever Lorant didn't allow it to eat them.

It never considered sneaking a treat when Lorant wasn't looking, which was quite endearing.

From what Baby said, these creatures, despite having superior intelligence to humans, were like blank slates.

If compared, they were like amnesiac adults, needing everything to be learned anew, though their intellectual capacity was already developed.

Indeed, even though they weren't small and weren't particularly cute, these nine floating octopuses were still newborns!

Their lifespan was similar to that of the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs, which were unruly puppies when born, causing trouble daily until they matured.

Lorant had noted that longer-lived animal pets generally required more time to grow, while shorter-lived ones quickly became adults after hatching.

This theory seemed to apply to the floating octopuses, who also needed a period of growth, both physically and intellectually.

Currently, they possessed intelligence but lacked knowledge, requiring education to fully utilize their potential.

Imagine an adult with lost memories stranded in the wilderness; they would likely live like beasts without proper socialization.

Humans without adequate socialization struggle, let alone these animal pets.

Having figured this out, Lorant decided to hire some teachers for these nine little ones to educate them properly, helping them become useful members of the Animal Pet Shop!

When the nine little creatures had finished eating their eggshells and curled up to sleep in the nests Lorant had prepared for them, he called Taya, who was waiting by the door.

Upon learning that new animal pets were hatching, Taya had quickly handed over all her work to her brother and stationed herself outside the animal pet warehouse.

For as long as Lorant stayed inside the warehouse, Taya waited outside. Seeing him emerge, she immediately approached him.

Taya held animal pets in the highest regard. According to Lancelot, she always looked at Lorant with an almost fanatical expression, much like those crazed cultists.

Taya remained indifferent to this comment. After all, the gods worshipped by countless believers had never bestowed such miracles as animal pets!

"Shopkeeper! How did it go?" Taya stepped forward, concerned, looking at Lorant. Despite being a mage, her physical condition was far better than Lorant's, and she always worried about his well-being whenever he went without food or drink for extended periods.

"They've hatched. The nine floating octopuses are now sleeping. Be careful when you go in, and remember to move them to the living room," Lorant instructed. Taya was already quite familiar with the cleanup process, so he didn't need to elaborate: "Also, remember to mix the red nutrient solution I prepared and place it nearby. These little ones might not wake up for a while, so it's best to be prepared."

"No problem, Shopkeeper! Leave it to me!" Taya responded energetically, her ears perking up.

Lorant yawned and waved at the excited girl before heading back to get some rest.

Once he closed the door and lay down on his bed, he finally had a moment to open the guidebook in his mind.

"Floating Octopus"..........................b0002.

Finally, after the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs, another entry for a B-grade creature was fully illuminated.

Eagerly, Lorant opened it, revealing a massive octopus with a diameter of nearly ten meters, slowly waving its eight tentacles as it floated upward.

Floating Octopus Skills:

1. "Air Balloon": Floating octopuses can fill their bodies with air to control their ascent or descent.

2. "Gigantic Strength": Their tentacles are incredibly strong, capable of lifting objects five times their own weight.

3. "Brain": The brain of a floating octopus is three to four times larger than that of a regular creature of similar size, allowing for more effective thinking and skill acquisition.

4. "Boneless": Floating octopuses have no bones, enabling them to change their shape; they can even reduce their tentacles to a centimeter thick for precise tasks.

5. "Resilient Skin": Their skin is exceptionally tough and can distribute damage across their entire body, ensuring it isn't easily damaged.

Overall, compared to the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs, the floating octopuses don't excel in combat. While their adult size, combined with "Gigantic Strength" and "Resilient Skin," gives them advantages in close combat, against a Crystal Ice Flame Dog of the same level, even without using ice flames to erode their bodies internally, the floating octopuses' "Resilient Skin" would not withstand several bites from the dogs.

However, the "Brain" skill makes the floating octopuses unique. Even Lorant couldn't determine just how intelligent they were or how strong their learning abilities could be.

This didn't stop Lorant from having high hopes for them. A pet with considerable intelligence, immense strength, and some defense, without any devious thoughts—wasn't this the perfect employee for the Animal Pet Shop?

Lorant had always hoped the floating octopuses could help manage some of the shop's affairs, freeing him up.

Although he eventually found Mike and Taya to assist him, he still had great expectations for the floating octopuses. With many branches of the Animal Pet Shop needing trustworthy supervisors, Lorant preferred the floating octopuses for these roles.

Moreover, there were still many secret tasks only he could handle, but with these little helpers, his workload would significantly decrease!

Imagining all the work being handled by the floating octopuses, Lorant fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of spending his days reading books and brewing tea, focusing solely on simulating the guidebook.

But before he could fully sleep, he was awakened by Taya's knocking.

"Shopkeeper! The Crystal Ice Flame Dogs are starting to hatch. Do you want to come see?"

Lorant, who had been half-asleep, instantly opened his eyes wide. By the time he was dressed and ready, Lancelot had also emerged from the adjacent room.

"Lorant, are they the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs?"

Lorant nodded hurriedly. "Yes, let's go see them in the warehouse."

The first batch of Crystal Ice Flame Dogs to hatch numbered around thirty. Lorant had carefully placed their eggs in the incubation room.

Unlike the floating octopuses, Lorant was quite familiar with the hatching process of Crystal Ice Flame Dogs. He effortlessly picked up each whimpering puppy by the scruff of its neck and placed it next to its eggshell to eat before it wandered off.

Hatching thirty Crystal Ice Flame Dogs took an entire night. Fortunately, neither Lancelot nor Taya hesitated to help care for the little ones, easing Lorant's burden.

Still, thirty-one Crystal Ice Flame Dogs were no small number. Unlike the quiet Dream Weavers, these puppies were curious and energetic, running around the backyard of the Animal Pet Shop all day after eating.

Because they were still too young, shallow streams and loosely spaced fences posed dangers. Without any discipline or understanding of commands, Lorant confined their play area within a smaller section designated for the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs.

He asked Mike to enclose this area with sturdy animal bones.

With only Mike working, it would have been challenging, but fortunately, the floating octopuses in the living room had woken up.

Though their current size was much smaller compared to adulthood, they still measured two to two and a half meters when fully spread out.

Their strength was considerable; if not for the limited space inside the eggshells, the floating octopuses wouldn't need to push them; one swipe of a tentacle would have shattered them.

Lorant didn't expect these 'child laborers' to start working immediately. He simply brought them along to prevent them from causing mischief while everyone was busy preparing the area for the Crystal Ice Flame Dogs.

Unexpectedly, the floating octopuses were even more curious than Lorant anticipated.

Watching Mike carry large bones and use ropes and stakes to form sturdy walls, the little octopuses curiously pawed at the materials, eager to join in.

Seeing this, Lorant had a sudden idea. Wasn't this a perfect opportunity for them to learn?

"Kongyi, you can follow Mike and learn how to do this," Lorant said, pulling Kongyi's tentacle off a stake and holding it gently. "But don't cause trouble, understood?"

The nine floating octopuses named "Kongyi," "Kong'er"... "Kongjiu" nodded obediently, their jelly-like heads bobbing in the air, making them irresistibly cute.

They don't have vocal organs, which means all these clever little creatures are mute and can only listen to Lorant and try to respond with body language for now.

However, Lorant doesn’t plan to let this situation last too long. He has already informed Emma to find some basic teachers willing to give lessons to the animal pets to teach them some writing.

Even if they can't speak, Lorant believes that written communication with these animal pets should be no problem.

Now, watching those obediently floating little creatures following Mike, who looks somewhat uncomfortable and awkward, Lorant is quite satisfied.

Such enthusiasm for work right from the start! They truly are his good kids!

For the Floating Octopuses, Lorant does not intend to sell them publicly or breed them excessively. The current nine little ones will keep the Animal Pet Shop from needing new employees for a long time.

These little creatures are meant to work in the Animal Pet Shop. Seeing their enthusiasm, Lorant is naturally very pleased.

He immediately decided to give these little ones an extra algae can for dinner tonight.

With the help of the Floating Octopuses, Mike's work became particularly easy. These little ones indeed have strong learning abilities; after watching Mike do something once and listening to his explanations, they could easily handle the tasks.

Before noon, the area for the Glass Ice Flame Puppies was ready for use. Under Lorant’s guidance, the Floating Octopuses gently picked up each chubby little puppy and placed them in the activity area.

Leaving plenty of puppy food for these little ones, seeing the Floating Octopuses showing interest in playing with the puppies, Lorant gave Little One and the others a few instructions and asked Lancelot to pay more attention here before returning to his bedroom with peace of mind.

Lorant slept for a whole day and night.

He didn’t wake up until the next morning.

Ever since having the Dream Weaver, Lorant hadn’t needed such long sleep for a long time. These past two days had really worn him out.

As usual, giving the sleepy Dream Weaver a goodnight kiss, Lorant walked downstairs refreshed.

The moment he went down the stairs, the noise from the courtyard came over.

In the past, the backyard of the Animal Pet Shop was always peaceful and quiet, with at most one or two Wind-Breaking Horses running around or snorting, making the mornings even more pleasant. But today, it seemed as if there were a thousand loud ducks in the backyard, with constant howling and barking.

These little puppies are all little devils, a fact Silem knows well.

Although the Glass Ice Flame Dogs become more composed as they grow up, even Little Two and Little Eight can put on a cool act in front of strangers, when they were young, they were equally troublesome.

Even Little One wasn’t a pushover when young; it’s just that due to its personality, this little one didn’t cause much trouble for Lorant once it grew a bit older.

But now, Lorant doesn’t need to pray that all these little ones would be as quiet and well-behaved as Little One or Little Five because he doesn’t have to take care of them personally anymore.

He doesn’t need to grab them by the neck as they waddle out with their short legs, nor worry about their uncontrollable ice flames burning down his simple wooden house.

This makes raising animal pets much more enjoyable.

Perhaps this is the joy of cloud-raising animal pets!

Lorant watched the Floating Octopuses playfully chasing these little devils back while Lancelot stood guard nearby, feeling delighted.

He reached out and grabbed a little one trying to escape by wiggling its chubby little legs against the edge of the activity area wall, teaching it to behave with a gentle tap on the head.

All these little ones need someone to look after them. While the Floating Octopuses can ensure they won’t run away, before the octopuses fully grow, someone needs to teach these little ones proper behavior.

Controlling their ice flames earns rewards, while randomly spitting ice flames results in a tap on the head.

Following commands earns delicious meat treats, while refusing to sit or stand leads to stern scolding.

To grow into qualified Glass Ice Flame Dogs, these educations are essential.

Lorant squatted down, grabbing several little ones around him, petting the soft, fluffy puppies while explaining to Taya and Mike how to regulate these little ones’ behaviors.

After finishing up here, Lorant turned into his exotic animal warehouse.

The Glass Ice Flame Dogs have begun a virtuous cycle similar to the Wind-Breaking Horses. At this rate, every few days, a batch of animal pet eggs is ready to hatch.

The animal pet egg from the Claw Wolf King, which Lorant has been eagerly anticipating, now lies quietly on the incubation pad, waiting for the second batch to hatch.

From the outside, this animal pet egg appears ordinary, but when Lorant touches it, he can clearly feel the vibrant life force within.

It feels like when he first touched Little Qing’s animal pet egg.

So Lorant secretly understands that this one in front of him might be an SR-level Glass Ice Flame Dog.

If so, it confirms his previous hypothesis: the better the quality of the parent exotic beast, the higher the chance of producing offspring with rare abilities.

Lorant touched the uncracked animal pet egg, filled with anticipation.

Perhaps it’s time to have his own Glass Ice Flame Dog.

In the afternoon, Emma came to the Animal Pet Shop to deliver the recent branch operation report and the task Lorant assigned her.

"The above is the profit situation of the branch during this period. I believe the wedding industry is a promising field. Most people are interested in renting services. If we can directly excel in this business, the profit will be about 50% higher than simply renting Wind-Breaking Horses," Emma said, as serious about her work as when they first met: "The cost for this is low, but the returns are significant."

As the branch manager, she not only reports the basic operating conditions but also regularly proposes suggestions to Lorant, a requirement he sets for all branch managers.

But among them, only Emma prepares detailed plans whenever she suggests something.

Lorant took the plan she handed over, flipped through a couple of pages, and nodded approvingly: "Very good. I think this service is feasible. We can experiment with it at the branch first. Later, the Wind-Breaking Horse Home can also adopt this form, selecting some visually appealing Wind-Breaking Horses for this activity. My suggestion is to further segment the pricing."

"Different prices offer different services, from random Wind-Breaking Horses with simple decorations to uniformed horse teams with more exquisite accessories. You can go back and plan this further."

Emma's eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Lorant, nodding vigorously. She couldn’t understand where Lorant’s brilliant ideas came from, but she believed he was a once-in-a-century business genius!

Her idol!

"By the way, Manager, finding teachers for the animal pets has been challenging. Most scholars refuse to listen to our offers once they hear it's for animal pets."

The number of scholars is quite small now, and education has not been popularized. Most ordinary people remain illiterate their entire lives, never having the chance to engage in the sacred act of writing.

Reading and writing are privileges reserved for the wealthy.

This has imbued these scholars, who are accustomed to dealing with nobles, with a certain arrogance. Despite being impoverished nobles themselves, some have sunk so low that they live in slums, yet they still consider themselves superior.

Lorant raised an eyebrow. He had not expected this situation. He had thought it would be easy to hire a few teachers with a substantial sum of money, but it seemed they didn't even get the chance to offer such sums.

Lorant had no fondness for these people. While some scholars were genuinely skilled, most were fallen nobles who, having lost their wealth, could no longer enjoy their former luxuries but refused to work. Instead, they claimed to be scholars.

They hoped that wealthy merchants without cultural backgrounds would keep them as pets, allowing them to continue living carefree lives.

To Lorant, scholars were essentially parasites by another name.

He wouldn't cater to their vanity or show them any respect.

His extreme impression stemmed from a neighbor in Holland, a fallen noble's son.

That man used his so-called scholarly status to swindle others, and worse, he deceived ordinary families around him.

When those families scraped together their life savings to send their children to learn reading and writing from him, he charged exorbitant fees and refused to teach properly.

Silem had been sent there by Ruth for a while. If Lorant hadn't noticed his brother's distress, he wouldn't have known that instead of learning, Silem was merely listening to the man boast shamelessly about how people born in the slums were naturally stupid and incapable of learning to read and write.

This made the young children believe it, and Silem, feeling foolish and wasteful of the family's money, would cry himself to sleep every night.

In reality, the man's "teaching" involved nothing more than opening a book at a distance, indifferent to whether the children could see its contents. He would simply read a passage aloud, often incorrectly, and consider it done.

The children, threatened into silence, dared not speak up, and their parents revered the "noble sir," blaming their own children instead. Over time, the children began to believe it was their fault and grew increasingly silent.

When Lorant learned of this, he took action immediately. He burst into the man's rented room during one of his "lessons," dragged him out onto the street, exposed his deceit, and successfully recovered all the tuition fees.

Of course, "successfully" meant that selling everything the man owned just covered everyone's losses.

After all, the tuition fees had long been spent on bottles of ale, leaving no trace.

Lorant became something of a local hero. From then on, all the other children in the rented rooms of Holland respected him deeply.

Now, hearing this news, Lorant raised an eyebrow, recalling some peculiar memories. Before he could say anything, Emma spoke up.

"However, one scholar agreed to our request. But his identity is somewhat special, and he has an additional requirement, so I came to seek your approval."

"Oh? Tell me more."