Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 479 - 441 Bored Young Master

The night of Cassandra.

The dim yellow lights stretched out shadows, which were cast onto the walls, turning into the cold town’s nocturnal landscape. The yawning sheriff held a butter lamp, walking through the streets and alleys in a thick windbreaker, with the sound of leather boots trampling and squeezing through the mud blending seamlessly with the snoring from within houses, composing a symphony for slumber.

In the night, an intrusive stranger arrived.

The continuous clopping of horse hooves echoed. Behind the visitor, the awakened residents of Cassandra lit their household lamps, peering at the noisy guest through slightly ajar windows. However, they discovered nothing, only the calmed wind and mud prints on the ground bore witness to someone passing by.

The row by row of lights turning on gave people a curious illusion, as if the knight brought light to the townsfolk.

But the residents of Cassandra had no leisure to discuss the identity of the person who had stolen the Paladin’s job, as sleepiness, like the returning tide, swept away their clarity once again.

The sheriff saw the bothersome passerby, but after entering the courtyard, she simply pulled her hat brim lower as if she had seen nothing.

The shadow turned into the Dawnlight Cathedral.

The next day.

Cassandra awoke as usual.

Kevin felt utterly wretched.

Because he slept poorly and rolled off the bed, one side of his bed collapsed, and the rolling blanket fell with Kevin, the soft pillow bearing the impact of the fall without offering much cushion for the fortunate young master. But when the four-poster bed collapsed, the wooden post near his left foot, like a snobbish concubine abandoning her fallen husband, chose to flee and then knocked unconscious the maid who was just about to open the door and awaken Kevin.

The competent maid had performed her duties well before fainting; her panicked scream served as Young Master Borey’s alarm clock.

However, what made Kevin feel miserable wasn’t such minor life incidents; everyone in Baron Borey’s manor, including Kevin, had grown accustomed to his luck. The unfortunate maid would be compensated, turning her mishap into a lucky windfall.

As an eligible noble of appealing appearance and decent cultivation, Kevin had the delusion that perhaps his father had given him a job known as matchmaking.

Ladies streamed in through the doors of Baron Borey’s manor, then fell under the spell of Kevin’s melancholic face, revealing their own flaws amidst their infatuation. Kevin had indeed met suitable girls, but with every interaction, he felt a sense of a near miss, a mild disappointment. The one he fancied wasn’t an ordinary woman. With such thoughts, Kevin gradually grew weary of the matchmaking banquets arranged by Baron Borey.

Fate favored him, but also behaved as cowardly as he did, pretending to be non-existent in front of Baron Borey. Your dad is still your dad, and not even fate could save you.

Recalling the past, escaping to Hamlet County to avoid matchmaking had indeed been an interesting journey. He even became the nominal successor of the Hamlet Family, obtaining the title of Earl. Consequently, the number of his suitors increased, and their status also escalated from those below Baron to those below Earl. Earl Kevin felt like crying.

Later, taking advantage of the title of Earl Hamlet, he threw bacchanals every night until dawn, attempting to wreck his health. The result... looking at the radiantly healthy, anguished face in the mirror, Kevin was on the verge of tears.

His companions, with whom he had partied wildly, were all bedridden, and even their fiancées would wander around the manor.

Thinking of continuing his mischievous schemes with Lyle, but Lyle had fallen in love and moved to the Naslan Family.

William had long gone to pursue love, whereabouts unknown.

Only I remain solitary, occasionally joining hunting events to thin the number of eligible male nobles in Cassandra and add to my own workload.

Kevin even got up to more insane antics, such as deliberately getting into trouble so that Mr. Ralph would arrest him and throw him into the cell. Only Ralph dared do such a thing; other sheriffs would politely escort him back home for his father to beat. Those really were delightfully happy times.

But now, Mr. Ralph has also gone off to Naranya to become Chief Inspector, and it’s said that he has a female sheriff chasing after him.

I, Kevin TMD, what kind of mortal suffering is this.

Now, Kevin frequents the Dawnlight Cathedral every day, using prayer as a chance to get some relief.

But is the Holy Light really my haven? Lately, it seems like the conflict between the kingdom and the church is deepening.

While eating food, listening to the butler endlessly reel off the names of female nobles and party locations as if reading a menu, Kevin feels loveless.

"Father Kare said to me, ’You are a fine seedling; I plan to have you converted to the Holy Light!’"

"Baron Borey said to me, ’Young Master, if you haven’t left any offspring, you shouldn’t harbor any thoughts about it. Moreover, your identity absolutely forbids you from joining the Holy Light, as this is a requirement you were born with.’"

Kevin found the food before him less appetizing.

"I will still go to the cathedral to pray today..."

"Young Master, two hours from now, the carriage bound for Viscount Yashara’s House will come to pick you up; please make sure not to be late."

Kevin lifted the spoon from the soup and waved it in the air as if raising a white flag, "I know."

Kevin looked at the new flag mounted on the wall, bearing the Hamlet Family crest. He thought to himself how much he yearned for another adventure.

Guard Matt approached Kevin’s side, delivering a plainly wrapped letter to his Young Master.

"A letter? Just delivered? Who brought it?"

"A lady."

Kevin lost interest in opening the letter, believing that ladies with a flair for writing were not uncommon among the nobility; their love poems could, excluding those patently crafted to disgust, altogether comprise the complete dialogue of "Cecilis’s Words of Affection," a popular romance opera of the time. It was remarkable how letters from unrelated individuals could still make sense when put together, some without even changing names.

"I’ll check out the latest episode when I get back, I’m a bit tired of it." Kevin glanced at the letter’s surface, which bore no recipient. "Another careless girl, let me guess, Matt, did she fail to tell you to deliver it to Mr. Kevin?"

"Yes, sir."

"So who’s the recipient, the dashing Redouin? Or the bold and passionate Varl? (Both characters from the opera)"

"Neither."

"Then who is it?"

"The recipient is Lyle. Mr. Lyle Butler."

Kevin’s spoon plunged into the soup, splashing grease onto the butler’s shirt.

"Lyle? Lyle! Lyle!!! A letter for Lyle!!!!"

Matt nodded, unperturbed by the Young Master’s outburst.

"Yes, it’s for your good friend Mr. Lyle Butler, sent by Miss Karen Pembai."

"That’s Lyle’s Paladin squire!!!! Paladin + Lyle = Adventure!"

Kevin, bursting with excitement, took the letter and dashed out of the house.

"Let’s go, Matt! Prepare the horses! We’re going to find Lyle!"

Guard Matt replied indifferently.

"Mr. Lyle Butler is currently not in Cassandra; how do you intend to find him? The Paladin lady, she must have searched already; since neither Mr. Lyle nor Mr. Ralph is here, she had no choice but to leave the letter with you."

"Matt! Lyle is my brother! Are you underestimating our bond? With true sincerity can one move the heart; I will search for a month, a year! Even if I die in the wilds, I will certainly not let Lyle’s hopes down!"

"Butler! Tell the old man I’m off to do some serious business!"