Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

The world of the nobility is truly terrifying! He shuddered and buried himself in his work again.

After weeding for about two hours, Grace came to check on the results.

In fact, Domi had already calculated the time. His mother would definitely come to inspect the place by now, but he just didn't call Edward, and he didn't touch a single blade of grass on Edward's lawn.

"Hehe...hehe," Domi chuckled twice, "My foolish older brother, I'm doing this for your own good, otherwise you wouldn't know how dangerous the world is."

At this moment, Grace arrived as promised. She immediately noticed the three distinctly different meadows, and her eyes were only on Domi and Bobby. She asked in bewilderment:

"Where's Edward? Didn't he help you weed?"

"Mom, Edward's slacking off over there!"

Bobby remained silent, his eyes fixed on his toes; he just wanted to get away from this treacherous place as quickly as possible.

Following the direction Domi was pointing, Grace looked and sure enough saw Edward hiding in the shadows, taking a break. She was immediately furious and strode over to him...

"Mom...wait, Mom!?"

"Slacking off here?"

"Uh...no...it seems so...but let me explain!"

"Hey Mom, no! No... Ah!!" (Screaming)

Grace didn't give Edward a chance to explain, because his actions had already said it all; any hidden story would be pointless.

She put Edward on her lap and reached out to slap his bottom, making a loud "smack smack" sound!

At this moment, a message from the system popped up:

[You severely wronged your second brother, villain value +500]

Domi laughed, a heartless yet happy laugh.

However, he achieved his goal.

After Edward's punishment was over, Domi went to the "execution ground" and directly revealed the truth of the matter to Grace.

After all, if there's a pitfall, you have to pay it back; if there's another pitfall, it's not hard

Although Grace admires Domi's honesty, she still gets a beating for tricking her brother.

Afterwards, the two brothers returned to the castle together, clutching their buttocks, and lay flat on the sofas in the lobby with their buttocks facing the sky.

Edward whispered weakly, "Dominic...why...did you betray me..."

Domi replied listlessly, "Fun..."

There was silence.

"Fuck you..."

"Shuke Squid..."

"Are you all idiots?" Argyle, sitting to the side, turned to the title page of the book and posed the question that struck at the heart of the matter.

Argyle showed a studious and mature side from a young age. Despite his young age, he had a big presence, just like those precocious, max-level children from his previous life.

In the past, Domi would have used his rich "cultural knowledge" to shut him up, but now it's better to let it go.

Grace was unusually harsh; even Edward's "13-year-old" physique couldn't withstand it. It's a mystery what sustained Edward through the torture...

Argyle ignored their resentful glances, jumped off the sofa, grabbed his book, and said before leaving:

"Dad asked me to tell you that our tutor will be arriving tomorrow. He's also a part-time mage, and he's coming from the palace."

"Is there any other information? For example, what level of mage is he?"

There are also hierarchical divisions among monks:

Apprentice (proficient in most basic magic, but only in magic of their own school)

A fully qualified mage (proficient in all basic spells and has learned some intermediate spells).

Intermediate mage (proficient in all intermediate spells and has learned at least one advanced spell)

High-ranking mage (who has mastered two or more spell systems and has reached the intermediate mage level in all of them)

Archmage (Having mastered three or more magic systems, all reaching the level of a high-ranking mage, with one of them having comprehended the Great Dao and come into contact with forbidden techniques, resulting in significantly different magic).

Forbidden Spell Master (A high-ranking mage who has mastered one or more forbidden spells and whose abilities are recognized by the public)

Legendary Mage

Given that Greta is a high mage and Carlos is an archmage specializing in time magic, he is curious about the background of the mage who can be their teacher. If it's a part-time job, the level probably isn't too high, right?

“Emm,” Argyle recalled for a moment, then said, “His name was Connor Rivest, a great mage specializing in ice magic, and he was said to have once been the emperor’s tutor.”

Chapter 18 18 Connery Weiss

Let's rewind to the day before, in Carlos's study—

He had just finished his last letter to Connor Lewis, who was far away in the capital.

In his letter, Carlos told Connor that he did not intend to squeeze too much of the children's free time before they turned seven, but he would have to change his strategy after they turned seven, so he wanted to hire Connor as a tutor for his children.

Connor Lewis is 79 years old this year. In his middle age, he was the current emperor's tutor. His personal abilities and teaching skills are first-rate, which is beyond doubt.

Compared to so-called elite schools, Carlos prefers to have a highly skilled person teach him one-on-one.

However, it is not easy to invite a master with such high status as Connor. He does not need a lot of money, but only cares about the person he wants to teach. If the student is not good enough, he will not teach no matter how much money is offered.

After learning that two of Carlos's three children possessed magical talent, with one even being at a perfect level, Connor reluctantly agreed to Carlos's request:

[My dear Carlos, I would be happy to teach your eldest son; his studious nature and perfect earth-elemental talent are both worthy of my full instruction. As for the second and third sons, I've heard they are quite mischievous, so I'm unsure if I can teach them well.]

Dear Connor, I am already very grateful that you have accepted my request. I believe Argyle will become an excellent child under your guidance.

The other two children are a bit mischievous, but they are both very smart and respectful to their teachers. Please rest assured they won't cause trouble in your class.

[My dear Carlos, I think I understand your sons' general situation. Other subjects are fine, but will your three sons have problems in the field of magic? I heard that young master Dominic only has basic talent in the Shadow element?]

Carlos was prepared for this and quickly responded:

[I have other plans for Domi, so I don't intend to have him take magic classes. Your teaching progress won't be slowed down, please rest assured.]

Clearly, Carlos, the seasoned veteran, had eliminated all potential problems beforehand, leaving Connor with no reason not to come.

"As expected of the Bloomfield family, they are truly meticulous in their work." After reading the letter, Connor Rives extended his finger and lit it on fire, watching it turn to ashes before looking away.

Then, in the empty room, he randomly pointed to a spot and said, "Help me pack my things; I'm going on a long trip this time."

The next second, a terrifying skeletal phantom appeared behind Connor, its eye sockets pitch black, floating in mid-air like a ghost.

It floated towards the wardrobe and started tidying up the clothes.

It takes out all sorts of clothes from the closet, pulls the suitcase out from under the bed, folds the clothes neatly and stuffs them in, along with various daily necessities... until the suitcase looks like the suitcase of an obsessive-compulsive person before it disappears. The whole process is smooth and efficient, and it's clear that it has done this many times before.

Connor, on the other hand, simply took the suitcase and headed out.

A true action-taker.

The capital city is located in the very center of the Lionheart Empire, quite a distance from Bloomfield in the south, a journey that would take a week by carriage, but Connor had no such worries.

After leaving the house, he cast a wind spell on his giant suitcase, and sitting on it transformed him into a flying machine. This was much faster than a carriage and much less bumpy, completing a journey that normally took seven days in just two.

Of course, he could arrive within a day if he didn't eat or sleep.

Shrinking the earth to an inch—the power of a grand mage is terrifying indeed…

Connor had never been to Bloomfield before, and it took him looking at a map and asking countless residents to finally find the lord's castle.

The historic castle stands atop a prominent hill that rises high in the very center of the territory. From the castle, one can overlook everything below, and those below who look up at it are filled with awe and longing.

Such a layout is unique in the entire empire.

Wow, that's really impressive!

Bathed in sunlight, the castle on the mountain seemed as distant and unattainable as a celestial deity.

It's unimaginable what a genius designer must have created such a magnificent building.

Connor stood at the foot of the mountain for a while, looking around until he was satisfied, before walking up the spiral stone steps.

The mountain road had eighteen bends, and the spiral staircase was like a hula hoop, encircling the entire mountain again and again. He walked for an unknown amount of time before finally reaching the end.

The first thing that catches the eye is a massive gate resembling a triumphal arch, flanked by two stone statues of the greatest warriors in Brofell's history. The gate is wide open, with not a single guard on duty, as if it doesn't care about any thieves.

Passing through the giant gate, you enter the garden area, where a long, winding cobblestone path leads directly to the castle gate.

The path is lined with plant communities pruned by several renowned horticulturists, interspersed with pavilions and fountains made of white marble. Halfway up, you can see endless grape trellises and ancient trees that are hundreds of years old, like ancient relics hidden in nature, yet not desolate, like the Garden of Eden in mythology.

Connor thought that the decorations at the entrance alone were better than those in the palace.

If this place is described as an organic combination of nature and luxury, then he felt that the palace was nothing special; apart from its vulgar and excessive luxury, there was nothing else that could attract attention.

The only thing that puzzled him as he walked was the open space next to the garden.

The open space is paved with blue bricks and covers a fairly large area, but nothing is placed there. Why is that?

Just as Connor was filled with doubt, a magic circle pattern suddenly lit up on a spot on the flat ground. Connor was very familiar with the aura of the magic circle; it was a teleportation circle with an ultra-short distance.

Although this magic array consumes very little power, the teleportation distance it can cover is also very short, roughly from here to the foot of the mountain...

Wait... what's the distance from the top of the mountain to the bottom?

What happened next confirmed his guess.

Suddenly, a carriage bearing the family's exclusive emblem appeared where the magic circle had lit up, and the emblem also emitted an aura similar to that of the magic circle.

"Using a magic circle to connect the mountaintop and the foot of the mountain allows carriages to be quickly transported to either location. To prevent other people or vehicles from using this convenience, there is also a dedicated verification process... What an excellent and well-designed idea!"

If he wasn't initially very willing to leave his hometown to become a tutor, things are different now.

The design perfectly matched his aesthetic sense, the ingenious layout, the long history, and the little-known family talent...

While studying this uniquely charismatic family, it would be a worthwhile endeavor to also research Carlos's sons.

Chapter 19. First Meeting