Baron's Son with -9,999,999 Reputation Point-Chapter 135: Hey wait

The watering ended without much sound.

The water that had flowed slowly earlier had now seeped into the soil, leaving the field damp and orderly. Lucas stood at the edge of the plots, lowered his hand, then walked along the rows with Geralt at an unhurried pace.

"If there are worms or strange leaves, tell me," Lucas said briefly.

"Y-yes, Young Master," Geralt replied at once.

He nodded without hesitation, his body moving deftly from one row to another. His hands parted the leaves carefully, his eyes alert, but the trembling that had once seized him whenever Lucian Voss stood nearby was gone. Now, Geralt worked calmly, even letting out a breath of relief.

Geralt moved along the rows, pushing aside leaves and brushing soil from the stems. His shadow shifted with the sun, stretching and shrinking as he stepped forward. A clump of dirt crumbled under his boot. He bent, fixed it, then continued, movements steady and practiced, the field responding quietly to his touch.

In his heart, a simple thought passed through him.

Edric ought to be grateful. He truly has no shame.

Not out of envy, but because Geralt knew well how pleas like that usually ended. Today, it had ended differently.

Lucas observed the field for a moment, ensuring everything was proceeding as usual. No further comments. No exaggerated expressions. Just routine, settling back into its familiar rhythm.

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Not far away, beneath the shade of a small tree at the edge of the field, Anya sat cross-legged with a thin writing board resting on her lap. Her hand moved with more confidence than it had weeks ago. The letters were now clearly readable, the lines neater, though a few still leaned askew.

Anya sat near the tree, knees drawn close, the board resting against her legs. Chalk scraped softly as letters formed, paused, then corrected. Dust clung to her fingers. She straightened her back, erased one line, and rewrote it more carefully, the shapes cleaner, the spacing neater than before.

"Miss Silvara," she said suddenly, her voice bright.

"Verily, thou art wise beyond measure, and fair of countenance. I deem myself most fortunate, for to be thy first disciple is blessing most rare."

Silvara paused, then let out a small, soundless laugh. Her hand rose to gently rub Anya’s head. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"You exaggerate," she said lightly.

Yet behind her faint smile, a calm thought flowed through her mind.

My life is very different now.

Without realizing it, her gaze drifted toward the field, to Lucas standing among the plants with Geralt. The midday wind moved softly, stirring the tips of her hair.

Elin sat beside them, her back resting against the tree trunk. She watched everything in silence. The scene felt strange, compared to her memories.

Elin watched Geralt move through the rows, his hands parting leaves with steady rhythm. Soil darkened around his boots where he stepped. Only after a moment did her gaze shift farther, to Lucas standing among the plants. He remained still, observing, the field quiet around him, as if waiting for his next motion.

In the past, she had often seen Lucian Voss spit at those who knelt before him. Kicks without reason. Harsh words thrown carelessly, as though another person’s dignity were worth no more than dust. She had seen terrified faces, bodies humiliated before many eyes.

Elin glanced toward the field. Toward Lucas.

There is no way someone so cruel could change this quickly, she thought.

But just as the thought formed, her eyes widened slightly. She looked at Silvara, the way the woman sat, the way she laughed softly, a gentleness Elin had scarcely ever seen before. Another memory surfaced.

The Young Master has taken a liking to a woman.

Elin let out a quiet breath. Her chest felt light, yet filled with something she could not fully explain.

She looked back at the field. Silvara, once always stiff and severe, now appeared lively. Lucas, who had once barely touched manual labor, was now diligent and involved. As a common woman, Elin’s mind could draw only one simple conclusion.

Love has changed them both.

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The afternoon crept onward unnoticed.

Work in the field finally came to an end. Geralt wiped the sweat from his face, letting out a long breath with a satisfied expression. Lucas stood beside him, checking the day’s results without excessive comment.

Footsteps approached from the dirt road.

Thriska appeared, carrying a luxurious mahogany box. She stopped awkwardly, then extended it toward Anya.

"F-for you," she said briefly.

Anya accepted it, her eyes shining.

"Mine thanks unto thee!"

Not long after, Liona arrived as well. They gathered briefly, sitting simply at the edge of the field. Lunch passed quickly. There were no long conversations, only a quiet midday atmosphere. The wind blew gently, carrying the scent of earth and grain.

No one was in a hurry.

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After lunch was finished.

As usual, Lucas told Geralt, Anya, and Elin to head home first. They walked along the dirt road, their shadows stretching beneath the afternoon light.

Only Lucas, Silvara, and Liona remained.

Liona climbed onto her carriage, then paused. She turned toward Lucas, her smile relaxed.

"Don’t forget to visit The Huzz," she said lightly.

Silvara shot her a sharp glance.

Liona blinked.

Hmm, seems there’s something he should be paying more attention to.

She then laughed softly. "Hey, Lucas. You’re still not used to this world, right? Try taking a walk. Look around."

Lucas let out a breath. "You’re right."

Liona waved her hand. "I’ll take my leave."

The open-top horse carriage rolled away, Liona humming cheerfully as she held the reins.

Lucas stood still for a moment, then turned to Silvara. "Take me somewhere interesting."

Silvara stopped. Her brows drew together. "What do you mean? Like a brothel?"

Lucas inhaled deeply. "No. I want somewhere beautiful. Cool. Maybe the hills."

Silvara fell silent, then a small smile appeared at the corner of her lips. "In that case, follow me."

She walked faster than usual, clearly struggling to suppress her smile. Lucas watched her back, then followed.

"Hey, wait."