Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 621: Procrastinating

Mal glanced at what was happening over there with Earl Hamilton, and winked at Comlan who had walked behind Ezra at some point.

After Comran walked around slowly, as if to look at the pillars, he interrupted the warm conversation and said, "Do you need me to pass on the message?"

"No... No, let me tell you again!" Ezra said hesitantly, "What if she forgets?
I remember that you guys can't say too much at one time, right?

Then help me remind my wife to never forget to be on guard against that child."

Mal, who had already picked up the feather, paused for a moment, and finally sent Earl Ezra's original words neatly... starting with 'what if'.

There's no need for him to be kind, right?

Mal, who has worked with tough ladies for a long time, knows best what words can make them angry... For example, words that sound like they are doubting their abilities.

After he finished speaking, he calmly asked: "Now, should we go and open that mechanism?
Do you know how to open it?"

Palacios stopped Castor from answering and stood up to answer: "I don't know the details, but I have been in there, so I have a rough idea.

My father, Baron Watson definitely didn't need any blood to come in. He should have formed something like a partnership contract with the thing inside, so he didn't even need to do anything to open the door.

But others don't have this ability.

However, Baron Watson has stayed in Hamilton Castle almost all year, so people who deliver materials in usually have to know how to open the door.

That thing doesn't really trust people.

So, those who went in, seemingly like my father’s confidants, actually became half puppets, with no independent consciousness and only able to follow orders.

Things like this basically have no blood.

So, when you enter the door, you use some materials to open it.

Castor and the others should have tried it when they fell, but there was no reaction.

It can be seen that not everyone’s blood will do… no matter how large the amount is.”

Palacios smiled bitterly, "But if the amount is large enough, my blood will definitely work."

Castor was startled, then suddenly realized: "Because half of the test subjects are your children?"

Palacios had a bitter expression, but still nodded: “Otherwise, why would that piece of flesh and blood be stuffed into our house!

Baron Watson and the Baroness are not infertile. How old is Sophia? "

But the flesh and blood only remembered his breath.

Mal glanced at him and said hesitantly, "Perhaps, it's because you are not strong enough to become a knight, so your blood is the most authentic."

"What, what do you mean?" Palacios didn't understand.

Ezra couldn't help but move closer.

"After we become knights, we can use so many spell-like skills because the existence of the knight core gradually changes our flesh and blood, making part of our body gradually elemental." Mal frowned and slowly recalled the conclusion that Lowry made when he was studying the theory of knight evolution. "So, the reason why the stronger the knight, the harder it is to have children is because they are becoming less and less like humans."

"High Knight…our Majesty the King…" Ezra objected.

Mal shook his head and said, "This is something our lord came up with when he was bored.

He said that knights who specialized in cultivating qi and blood were different. Although their flesh and blood would gradually decrease, every drop of remaining blood was extremely powerful.

The reason why His Majesty Travis's queens have a relatively high consumption rate may be related to the fact that they cannot bear it...

Later on, those queens who were more powerful lived quite long lives, didn’t they?
If I didn't have any skills in court life... well..."

Mal didn't say anything else after that.

If the lord hadn’t spoken suddenly, he had no intention of saying such a frightening research result…I don’t know why Lori, who was sitting next to Travis when he said this, spoke bravely.

Ezra thought that made sense.

After all, although they and their spouses decided from the beginning that having two children would be perfect, there were many colleagues who didn't want to give up.

He recalled the results of his peers' pursuit of rebirth...it seemed that few of them succeeded.

Absolutely not a single one of those with explosive attributes.

Palacios rolled up his sleeves, revealing his chubby but pale arms: "Well, I can only blame my bad luck. I don't have the opportunity to change my attributes, but I still train every day to the point of wanting to die.

Come on! The sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn! "

"Ah?" Comran made a surprised sound, "You, are going to force it like this?"

Palacios looked at him in confusion: "What else can we do? Get a pipe?"

Mal sighed and took out a crystal bottle from his ring: “There are still blood-generating potions in this world.

Although you are physically weak, you are still fat.

Although the blood-generating potion absorbs more nutrients from the body, it should not be a problem for you.

Your son won't be able to do that. He will just become skinny after eating it.

There's no way, this thing is prepared for knights of intermediate level and above.

Low-level knights, especially apprentices, don’t have that much elemental energy to draw from.” Palacios stared blankly at the crystal bottle in front of him.

"Hmm?" Mal moved his hand holding the bottle forward, "What are you doing? Drink it!"

"This bottle... I remember it was 450 gold." Palacios felt as if his voice was coming from the water, bubbling. "You're just going to give it to me like this?"

"You raised so many children, 450 gold..."

Mal's words were interrupted by Castor, who was also surprised: "He...the monthly living expenses for all of us is 100 gold.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all included.

A bottle of knight potion that costs three hundred gold can cost us our lives, and most people can't afford it.

You can only work hard to reach the military qualification line, and then exchange it for merit.

Knight Mal, a low-level adventurer, might not earn 150 gold after a year's work.

Otherwise, how could my father buy an adventurer to give birth to his child!"

Palacios sighed, "My annual dividend is 8,000 gold coins, and my child is already one of the better-off in the Watson family."

Komlan was a little surprised: "You can buy so many women with 8,000 gold coins?"

Ezra's defense suddenly broke: "Don't say eight thousand as if it were eight hundred!"

The knight behind him spoke slowly: "Our earl's military allowance for one year is ten thousand."

"That's boring. The royal family's allowances are no secret." Comlan laughed.

The knight gave him a strange look and said, "It's normal for an unmarried man to say that."

Comlan felt like he was under an invisible attack, but he couldn't figure out where it came from.

After all, he never thought about getting married.

Mal, who was also hit by the gunfire, stuffed the medicine bottle into Palacios' hand with an unhappy look on his face: "Stop talking nonsense! Drink it and get started!
If you hadn't rushed out by yourself, I would have thought you were here to stall for time!"

Palacios, who was about to refuse, held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and quickly took a big sip from the crystal bottle: "Okay, take me there!"

A wind wolf slowly walked out from the shadows.

Mal took a look and immediately turned his head back, not daring to look again...all the resentment in his body was about to be revealed.

The reason why he was not in a hurry to let Palacios take action just now was because the wolves had a dispute on the other side.

Palacios is too weak, and his appearance is the type that the wolves dislike the most... Smooth lines, agile posture, and neat skills are the type that the wolves appreciate.

Unfortunately, Palacios is the exact opposite.

So, in the end, the youngest and weakest one in the wolf pack was pushed out.

For Wind Wolf, this was truly a double blow: it proved his weakness, and he also had to bear the burden.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

I just don't know what's going on at Hamilton Castle?
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Valeera stared at the words that appeared on the feather, and for a moment she didn't know how to rephrase it.

Mal is too... No, these should be Earl Ezra's original words.

Mal just wasn't polished at all.

Valera hesitated for a moment, but decided to convey the original words... What if this couple had set up some special words to communicate with each other?

Although it was not in line with her usual style, Valera still whispered it to Countess Hamilton without changing a word.

Then, she realized from the Countess's murderous smile that she might have been overthinking.

Lord Ezra Hamilton was so brave.

Valeera quickly retreated back to her original position.

Almes was silent for a few seconds, but still stood up resolutely: "Mom, Qingfeng County's supporting guests still need you to arrange a place to stay.

Uncle Bowen, I guess you don’t have much free time now.

Pearl was being manipulated by him."

His sister was now in the secret room, helping Bowen, who was controlling the magic circle, to give orders.

Of course, these things were not necessarily her responsibility.

But after the heroic knight Evelyn entered the castle, Pearl became particularly important.

Even though he didn't know what the brave knight was after at first, after hearing the secrets of the Watson family, Almes immediately figured it out.

These days, who hasn’t heard about what happened to the Montes family?
The scariest thing is a child who can transform!

His father obviously knows it, but he always likes to pull the tiger's whiskers... The couple really play it well, but what can the bystanders do?
Glancing at Valera, who matched their Hamilton Castle very well, Almes smiled gently and said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Miss Valera."

(End of this chapter)