Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 86 Who is named Allen?

In front of the courtyard.

Sunlight shone on Allen's face, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Above his nose, only he could see the smoke and dust floating like a misty veil.

Allen's mind raced.

As expected, actively cultivating the father's favor will earn some points.

Allen now fully understands the concept of "favorability" and how it influences characters in the original storyline. This includes feelings like "value," "identification," "appreciation," "friendship," "family ties," and "brotherly affection," rather than what he subconsciously believed back then.

It only involves "romantic love".

"Two assessments, with a relatively short timeframe. Two expectations, with a longer timeframe."

Based on past experience, the system always determines which tasks to assign based on the current situation. Therefore, we can infer that the "assessment" is immediate and, if I'm not mistaken, will happen soon. The expectation, on the other hand, will be slightly later, perhaps after returning to the capital.

"One of the two assessments has already been completed, and it was even specifically noted as 'completed ahead of schedule'? Is it because my performance matched his expectations and he appreciated it, that he recognized my abilities early?"

"Pretty much the same. One of the two tests is 'ability,' so next..."

It will probably be "strength" now.

Allen grinned, recalling the feeling of being spied on from inside the carriage as it passed by.

"If the direction is correct, this review will most likely be done by Kyrie Io, right? Cat-eye beast pupils—though they flashed by in an instant, I saw them clearly. I must say, the Boreas family's fetishes can actually have some legitimate uses in unexpected places."

Why isn't Gilead showing up? Is she the type to hide?

[Who knows?]

Allen snapped out of his thoughts, but still didn't hear Paul's response. He glanced at Philip, who still had a squinty expression, and looked at Paul beside him in confusion.

Miracle Walker is still farming jungle camps.

No, it's Paul who's still confused.

He was already like this when Philip suddenly arrived.

The letter on the table upstairs clearly arrived in Buena village only yesterday. He was still struggling with how to reasonably explain the situation before replying.

Such excuses as "This guy named Allen has absolutely no relation to your son; he's just a good brother I often fencing with."

But before he could even pick up his pen...

His own "good brother's" father came to visit him directly.

what?

Paul was completely stunned the moment he saw Philip.

Besides his overly concerned feelings for Allen, he even felt a strange sense of panic, reminiscent of when his former classmate's father came knocking on his door back in their days at the prestigious school.

This must be an illusion.

Seeing how Allen had resolved the crisis with just a few words, he couldn't help but think of his former teammate in "Black Wolf's Fang"—the rogue Keith Nucadia.

The other person is good at handling interactions with people, which is strikingly similar to Allen's.

Paul quickly shook his head, banishing these absurd and illogical thoughts from his mind, and looked at Philip, who was squinting and waiting for his reply.

Philip.

His distant cousin's ambition for power never died out. Even when the other party was willing to help him back then, it implied this meaning. After all, he was the eldest son of the Nottos family and the legal heir. If he ran away from home, there was still room for negotiation, right?

To her surprise, she later discovered that she was actually quite willing to settle down in this rural village, and thus, rather disappointed, she stopped asking him about his political leanings.

They clearly treated him like a pawn to be discarded.

Even so, he never said a bad word about Philip in front of Allen.

Because he sincerely hoped that Allen could gain genuine family affection and not repeat the misunderstanding he had with his father, which became an irreparable regret.

But now.

Paul glanced at Allen, who was looking at him with that (—) expression, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Alan reacted so quickly, and he looked so calm."

"It's immediately obvious that he's not acknowledging their relationship. For Philip, himself, and even Roya's Shaoluos, this is currently the best option. Philip should already be certain he's Allen. No, based on my understanding of Philip..."

He had even confirmed it when he wrote the letter.

Beside Paul, Philip, still smiling at him, seemed to be waiting for his answer. Looking at Philip's squinting eyes, the former couldn't help but ask himself a question.

"Does Allen want to go to Roya?"

"I brought it up two years ago, but I think he flatly rejected it, right?"

Living under his own father's nose? Does he like Philip?

"He doesn't like it. He likes this family now."

Since he doesn't like it.

"Reject it for him."

Fortunately, there's no longer any need to deliberately hide Allen's identity; everyone understands implicitly. So, all that's needed now is to decisively reject Philip.

Although Paul seemed dazed for far too long in Allen's eyes, this was only within the realm of swordsmen's mental processing abilities; for an ordinary person like Philip, it was merely a matter of perception.

It was just a slightly longer period of blank staring.

"Uh, I haven't discussed it with them yet. I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."

Paul chuckled twice, put on a serious face, and said carefully.

"I've considered your letter, but I can't make the decision for Alan and Rudy since they both have their own ideas. Besides, Philip, don't you think it's a bit early? Aren't they too young to be recruiting or anything?"

However, he was unable to adapt to the sudden changes and even stammered when he spoke.

At this moment.

Rudy breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Philip with curiosity.

Hilfi's expression only eased slightly. Her face was pale as she looked at Paul's open mouth and twisted her usually cherished dress between her fingers.

Allen looked at Paul, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I guess this is what they mean by being overly concerned; when people are suddenly faced with change, they subconsciously focus on what they cherish."

The word "variable" stirred something within Allen, but out of the corner of his eye, Philip's smile remained unchanged.

His lips were slightly parted, as if he was about to say something.

The gaze that had just swept past him by the irrigation canal lingered in his mind.

Allen's smile suddenly froze.

The smoke and dust that the system panel had turned into were still floating and sinking in front of him.

Those words floated before his eyes.

You did not wait for the "test" originally set by Philip.

Wait, no way.

He suddenly looked up at the door of the second carriage, and the sounds of clothes rubbing and struggling inside could be clearly heard beside his ear.

The next moment!

"Thump!"

The carriage door was suddenly kicked open!

Vibrant crimson waves surged in the air.

It was a vibrant hair color, like red paint, slapping against the air in layers.

It is hotter than fire.

"I told you not to cover my mouth!!"

"Miss!! Be a lady in public and mind your manners!! It was clearly agreed beforehand that you cannot come out unless the master speaks!"

"snort!"

The spirited girl jumped off the carriage, impatiently yelling at the cat-eared maid behind her. With her arms crossed and legs spread, she made a declaration of "arrival" to all the dumbfounded people in front of the courtyard, just like a little lion!

"Who is Allen?!"

(End of this chapter)