The castle, which had been bustling for more than ten days, finally returned to calm.
Raymond's bedroom on the top floor was kept clean and there was no smell.
The little maid who was originally responsible for cleaning and cleaning the basement was transferred to Raymond's side and became his exclusive maid.
In the silent room, there was only the sound of books being turned over, and the fruit was brought to his mouth from time to time. Raymond ate it in one bite, with no expression on his face as he concentrated on it.
The maid who was sitting next to her, carefully peeling the fruit, was named Omilie. She was still wearing the black and white maid uniform, just because Raymond said that he liked her to wear such an outfit.
The fruit plate on the table was already empty, and I wanted to ask this young man if he needed anything else, but Omilie's timid and soft voice made what she said sound like a light hum. Instead, it made her own face look even more...
blushed with embarrassment.
Aomili is a servant of the Tori family, so there is no problem with her upbringing. She will not forget the difference between master and slave, and she does not dare to forget her original identity because of her master's favor.
Although the sisters in the castle congratulated her because they slept together that night, she knew very well that nothing happened that night.
Although the young master kneaded her breasts and fell asleep, neither of them took off their clothes that night.
Thinking of this, O'Mili felt her whole body getting hot again, and she knew her face must also be blushing.
This somewhat dull young man is taciturn and has some special hobbies.
For more than ten days in a row, the sound of reciting echoed in the peaceful castle, and he quietly closed his eyes, lying on the recliner and listening, even as if he was sleeping.
He slowly listened to them all like astronomy, geography, history, and even the secret rumors of the palace.
Omilie, who was thinking wildly, unknowingly pouted her mouth and frowned, revealing two small dimples on her soft cheeks.
"What are you thinking about? Your expression is so weird?"
Suddenly a voice came to her ears, and O'Mili, who was startled, realized that the young man sitting on the chair at some point was observing her with his eyes narrowed.
Raymond, who had just finished checking the progress of the chip, noticed that the maid Omilie, who was sitting on a low stool, had a strange expression on her face.
Sometimes she is crimson, and sometimes she is pale, but the upturned corners of her mouth and her two cute dimples make her look even more playful.
Raymond's question seemed to frighten O'Mili, her rosy cheeks instantly turned pale, and there was a hint of panic in her smart, dark eyes, which made Raymond feel very cute.
The tone of her voice changed a bit, but Omilie immediately woke up and asked respectfully:
"Sir, sir...what are your orders?"
The sudden impulse in his heart made Raymond reach out and pinch Omilie's cheek gently. Then he frowned and ordered: "Prepare the car, I'm going to the City Lord's Mansion."
The sudden intimacy made Omilie blush with embarrassment, and with a slight cooing sound, she quickly ran out of the room to make arrangements.
"I don't know how she maintains her face, so smooth..." Raymond muttered silently, until Raymond got on the carriage, there was still a fragrance lingering on his fingertips.
Along with the sound of wheels, while sitting on the carriage heading to the city lord's palace, Raymond took a deep breath. His spirit was very excited, because more than ten days of hard work finally saw results.
No one can understand what Raymond has been doing in the past ten days.
The recitations of the two beautiful female students stored both Dalu Common and Sparton into the chip.
And the white-haired and erudite old man even recited all three tomes in the ancient Toris language.
This ancient Thorisic language is said to be the special language used by wizards and mosquitoes, but this writing and language are very obscure and difficult to learn.
Through the efforts of the chip, only most of them have been translated. Because of the awkward words, special grammar, and weird pronunciation, this language is almost extinct among the people.
This erudite old man was able to recognize this kind of writing and master the pronunciation of this language because he once followed a wizard's apprentice. Moreover, during the conversation with this old man, Raymond came up with a lot of information.
Information about wizards.
As for the other four characters, there is no other way.
Although the chip scanned all the text into the storage area and completed the root analysis, there was no pronunciation, translation and correction. Raymond could not grasp it and could only leave it to be discussed later.
Narrowing his eyes and showing a satisfied smile, Raymond listened to the sound of wheels coming from outside the car and silently asked about the chip: "How much of the complete transformation of pronunciation has been completed?"
"Task established, start analysis..."
"In Sparton, a complete conversion will take 16 hours; in Ancient Torres, a complete conversion will take 78 hours."
After hearing the chip's reply, Raymond felt that the current running speed of the chip had been greatly improved.
In the past, it took the chip more than ten days to completely edit, translate, and correct the language of the black-maned bear.
However, during the ten days of storage and transformation in the castle, three languages with completely different systems have been thoroughly translated and proofread. Even the most difficult ancient Torres language can be mastered in just a few days.
It can be done in a day.
As long as these languages are completely corrected by the chip, the chip can directly store these three languages in Raymond's memory area, allowing him to use them smoothly. Thinking of this, Raymond feels even happier.
In any case, it is a good thing for Raymond that the chip's computing speed has been improved, although such an increase in computing speed is somewhat inexplicable.
The sound of "crunching" wheels soon became lighter, and the speed of the car also slowed down. The voice of the guard Mai Gao came from outside the car: "Reporting to your lord, the City Lord's Mansion has arrived."
Raymond calmed down, let the smile disappear from his face, straightened his clothes, and slowly got out of the car.
The old steward of the City Lord's Mansion had been waiting at the door for a long time. He respectfully led Raymond to Hewenson's study. On the way, the steward specifically told him that Hewenson was receiving an old friend.
When he was about to reach Hewenson's study, Raymond stopped, turned his head and narrowed his eyes to look at the steward.
Raymond could understand the hidden meaning in the steward's words, but Raymond was not prepared to accept it.
Because the people Hewenson received today were from the Black River Valley.
Raymond's sharp eyes made the steward shrink. Raymond, who didn't want to embarrass him, drove him away when he reached the only corridor leading to Hewenson's study.
But before Raymond walked into the corridor, a burst of laughter came from the open study: "Hewenson! Do you think that a little kid can have the strength of a third-level apprentice? More
What's more, this stupid kid also has a weird hobby like phonophilia..."
Hewenson's somewhat embarrassed echo also reached Raymond's ears. Raymond, who frowned, strode over...
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