Wizard: Building a Cultivation Family from Scratch

The purpose of this joint convention is almost universally understood by the highest levels of human society.

In fact, the rulers of various countries were very unwilling to sign this convention.

Even though so much time has passed, the intelligent races that were nearly wiped out will not forget their hatred.

As long as they exist, they pose a great threat to the order of all countries.

The reason why wizards are pushing this covenant so hard is certainly not because they have recognized their sins.

They left these intelligent races behind simply to obtain a continuous stream of experimental material...

For this reason, over thousands of years, intelligent races, represented by the elves, have been regarded as "lowly slaves".

This is also the root cause of Parker's lack of recognition—he is a person with one-quarter elf blood in his body.

"No need, Mother, I've already eaten outside."

Parker felt a pang of inexplicable pain in his heart as he looked at Britney's ears, which were covered by a headscarf.

However, he managed to conceal his emotions well, silently taking the meticulously clean knight's sword from his waist and casually leaning it against the mottled wall.

Britney smiled, ignored Parker's words, put down her needlework, and went into the kitchen.

"You can't eat well outside. You're a trainee knight now, and your training is very demanding. You can't skimp on yourself."

"Mother……"

Parker looked at Britney's thin, slightly hunched figure and felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He took a deep breath and suddenly said:

"Let's be patient for a while longer."

We'll be able to move out of here soon.

  

Upon hearing Parker's words, Britney's hand suddenly stopped moving.

Her face initially showed a blank expression, but then, as if realizing something, she suddenly became somewhat worried:

"Move out? Have you been listening to some nonsense again?"

Parker... I'm doing well here, nobody's bullying me."

As she spoke, Britney turned her head slightly, the shadow of the wall reflecting on her face, making it impossible for Parker to see her expression.

"And your Uncle Cade is gone."

The new head of the household, Miss Oriana, is very kind. She came to see me a few days ago and brought me a lot of things... She will be a very good lord.

You should just focus on passing your knightly trial.

"Once you become a full knight, won't our lives be much easier?"

Official Knight...

Parker sneered inwardly.

So what if you pass the trial?

A knight whose last name is "Green".

A "hybrid" knight born of a half-elf!

Even if he passes the trial and is awarded the title, those "noble" Rolanders, those money-grubbing noblemen, will still look at him and his mother with the same eyes they would use to look at livestock!

Bastard, half-elf...

This mark, etched into his blood, is something he can never erase in his lifetime.

unless……

Unless he can climb to a high enough position.

So high that no one dared to look at the mother and son with those eyes anymore!

"Mother! Please listen to me this once."

Parker stood up, walked over to Britney, and gently took her mother's rough hands, calloused from years of hard work.

"I promised you."

One day, I will let you live in a manor that truly belongs to you.

At that time, you will no longer need to hide or care about other people's opinions.

Mother...you are also a member of the Roland family!

You are also a nobleman!

You were meant to live that kind of life.

Britney stared blankly at her son.

Although Parker's words had touched her deeply.

But for some reason, a sense of unease inexplicably arose in her heart.

"child……"

Britney's voice trembled slightly as she gripped Parker's hand tightly in return:

"Promise your mother something."

No matter what you want to do... please, please don't do anything foolish.

I don't have any grand ambitions, and I'm doing just fine with my life right now.

As long as we're safe and sound, that's better than anything else...

Britney has lived most of her life and seen too many powerful and influential people who, for some illusory things, ended up losing their lives in the end.

She never sought great wealth or status for herself.

All she asks for is for herself and her only son to live peacefully.

"...I understand, Mother."

Parker lowered his eyes, but a resolute look flashed in them.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Britney looked at her son, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something more.

But in the end, she swallowed those words back, silently turned around, and continued to busy herself in the kitchen.

Parker watched Britney's retreating figure in silence.

But in her heart, she had already made up her mind.

Baron Hoover has given a final deadline.

Only half a month left.

If Orianna still refuses within two weeks, then we'll have to try another method...

At that time, all we need to do is wait for Baron Hoover's son, who has become a second-level wizard apprentice, to return.

Then everything will be foolproof.

Thinking of this, Parker clenched his hand tightly at his side.

……

……

It was completely different from the oppressive atmosphere in that small room in the annex.

Inside the secret chamber on the castle's top floor, however, a completely different scene unfolded.

Several days have passed.

In a corner of the secret room, a batch of brand-new, fully enchanted equipment was now neatly arranged.

Breastplate, longsword, round shield, arm guards...

A rough count revealed that there were at least a dozen sets.

The appearance of these objects is actually no different from ordinary standard equipment. In fact, due to their age, some parts still have rust marks and dents that cannot be cleaned.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that the surface of these devices seems to have a faint halo flowing around it.

"call……"

Behind the desk, Gordon, dressed in full silver-white armor, let out a long sigh.

He shook his neck, making a crisp sound.

It's really tiring...

Looking at the dozen or so sets of enchanted equipment piled up in the corner, Gordon couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

He then raised his arm, which was clad in gauntlets, examined it repeatedly, and nodded in satisfaction.

The armor he was wearing at that moment was the first enchanted piece of equipment he had recently crafted to demonstrate for Orianna.

Of course, as a cultivator, Gordon prefers to call it a "defense artifact".

With this armor that can cover every corner of the body, there's no need to worry about your skeletal appearance anymore.

That way, he could openly appear in front of others with Orianna.

This will undoubtedly be a great convenience for Gordon's future life.