Fuztel was sitting in his father's seat, but he felt a little uneasy.

The scene he saw through the window was exactly the winter tree he used to sit next to. Was his father looking at him from here? He was not sure.

"..Is this okay?"

A voice called out to Fuztel's anxious heart.

Standing in front of him was the revered Master Hadiwa in the past.

"Of course, Holy Master Hadiva, thank you for your help."

This thank you was sincere. With the help of Hadiva and the group of mages, Caldera Palace was renovated and finally returned to its original appearance. The only thing that changed was that the palace was destitute and a valuable item was missing.

The things don't exist, and even if they do exist... Joel will probably come and move them away. The once prosperous Caldera Palace is now destined to be associated with "poverty".

"It doesn't have to be like this." Hadiva bowed in response, "You just need to call me Hadiva."

The etiquette that did not exist in Hadiva in the past was fully implemented now.

Just like the necessities of life, the environment made him adapt to this etiquette. According to what Crassus, Joel's personal servant, said, if you want to stay next to Joel, this etiquette is necessary.

In order to continue to study magic with Joel, Hadiva learned simple etiquette movements in a very short time.

The reason why it was used against Furztel was because of judgment.

Joel looked at him, and the dragon's face became serious.

But looking at Fuztel, he laughed.

According to his judgment, Fuztel liked Yoel more, which was enviable. Whenever he asked Yoel about magic, he would always be blocked by three simple words: "I think about it myself."

, but Fuztel was able to talk to Joel. The gesture of saluting could be understood as flattery. He wanted to please Fuztel through actions, and renovating Caldera Palace was a part of the process. By the way, he could ask him

Ask about ways to please Joel.

If Joel knew what Hadiva was thinking, he would definitely look at him like an idiot and reply, "Just give me gold coins."

"Ha...Diva..." Fuztel said with some difficulty, calling a saint by his name. For him who knew the saint's strength, this was like brushing the mouth of a vicious beast.

"Yes, is there anything else you need help with?"

"I think... probably not."

The rest can be done by Fuztel commanding his servants.

Fuztel had already started preparing for the renovation, but Hadiva suddenly came to ask for help, which made it difficult for him to refuse.

"I will leave some mages for you to dispatch." Hadiva said, "This is the result of our discussion. It's like a shift. Different mages will come every day."

"It's good for you to stay here, but..."

Fuzdiel is worried. Except for Hadiva who can command this group of mages who call themselves the research team, they are like lords to others. They are more aristocratic than nobles. Even food and clothing need to be prepared by others.

, he doesn’t want to lead a group of uncles to work.

Hadiva understood the concerns and explained, "This is Mr. Crassus's order."

"Then...I'm sorry to trouble you."

After Hadiva performed some non-standard etiquette, he led the other mages out of the room, leaving two fifth-level mages behind.

"You guys stay outside for now..." Fuztel tried to say.

Just as Hadiva described, the arrogant mages walked outside without even expressing a single complaint.

Furztel shrugged, said nothing, and just started processing the documents. The complicated documents were far more difficult than imagined. Even if he put in twice the original effort, it would still be as endless as the sea.

Just as he was immersed in processing the documents, there was a noise in the room.

Fuztel's first reaction was...the mages came in.

But when he raised his head, he found that the answer was beyond his expectation.

"General Hetekla, why did you appear in my room?"

Foztel had tried his best to conceal his surprise, and there was still calm outside the room. It was impossible for the mage who just obeyed his order, or the guards guarding the door, to let Hetkra in without even a word of communication.

What's more... Fuztel's eyes were fixed on the sword blade attached to Hetekra's left side.

Being able to quietly pass by two fifth-level mages and arrive in this room... This is even more surprising to Fuztel.

"..Why I appear in this room, it doesn't matter." Hetekela's words were filled with the same respect as before.

"Then what's important?"

There was cold sweat on Fuztel's forehead, and he could feel that the respect was only superficial.

Just like when he reported that Waverly's army was annihilated by the evil dragon, the sadness in his pupils was just a surface.

It can be noticed that Hetekla is a selfish person in nature.

And getting along with selfish people is often the most dangerous.

"Did His Excellency the Grand Duke really surrender to the evil dragon? Then... was he coerced?"

Hetekla asked two questions in a row.

Furztel did not answer. He thought about how to answer, but found that no matter what answer he gave, it was not appropriate.

After hearing the news that the dragon had become the lord, Hetkela, who took the risk to come, was definitely opposed to it. However, otherwise, if these two issues were communicated later, it would affect the reputation of the Tobias family.

.Foztel, who valued Tobias’ honor above all else, could not tell.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... don't be too aggressive. Didn't you see that your young master is too nervous..."

A shadow appeared on the side, and a figure walked out of it.

"Alfred... don't mind your own business."

Alfred? A man who was a little too handsome. Even the already handsome Fuzdiel was a little envious of his face.

But who is he?

"According to me...you should remove his bones one by one. When people are in pain, they will always think of unnecessary things. Maybe I can answer your question. Put on patches and drive nails. The sound is absolutely

wonderful!"

Just when Foztel was questioning, Alfred made an extremely terrifying statement.

Not just saying anything, Alfred walked over with a "kind" smile.

Hetekla just paused for a moment and then lost his words.

When he put his hand on Fuztel, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the side and blocked Alfred's arm.

Not only that, the shadow also launched an attack on Alfred and Hetkra.

"Protect me... Alfred!"

"What a pity. It would have been nice if you hadn't had time to give the order."

The scene passed by in a flash, Alfred and Hetekla escaped through the window.

The shadow also dissipated, leaving only a shallow sentence, "Protecting treasure is also the mission of a knight."
Chapter completed!