Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 336 - 159: Your Highness, He Has Already Gone Far Away
"Good evening, Lord Lear... sir."
Firina nodded slightly towards him and then turned to look at the young man beside her, speaking softly.
"Rekell’s father taught me when I was young."
"Like his father, he is loyal and responsible, shielding me from many troubles, and is one of the people I trust the most."
Hearing this, Rekell felt warmth in his heart, his face full of excitement.
Any small emotions vanished instantly.
Her Highness still trusts me!
"Next time, Rekell, you can directly bring Lord Lear into the parlor tonight to wait."
The joy on Rekell’s face froze immediately.
Her Highness is confused... How can this guy enter the manor directly?
The goddess he only dared to admire in his heart seemed to be casting her gaze towards another.
Moreover... he has to open the door for him!!
Going to the Wilderness, having a mount at the same Level as his father’s was fine, but now he’s gained Her Highness’s favor too.
Damn... this guy, truly damnable.
"As you wish..."
But as Guard Captain, the most important thing is loyalty and following orders, no matter what he thinks personally, any command from Firina must be executed unconditionally.
Firina nodded, her deep eyes full of smiles as she looked at Lear.
"When you’re done, return; I have many high-grade ingredients in my storage given by other nobles... It’s rare to have someone to dine with me."
Lear smiled.
"Then I’m in for a treat... Your Highness, I’ll take my leave now."
He lightly placed his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly in gesture.
Performed a noble salute.
Firina also placed a hand on her chest, bowing in return.
Lear didn’t delay further; he mounted the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King and left directly.
As he reached the street corner, seemingly thinking of something, he glanced back.
His handsome face, illuminated by the moonlight, was dazzling, enhanced by his aura, was even more stunning.
He rides with grace, surely among the finest.
Firina’s heart skipped a beat, inexplicably feeling a bit of unprovoked anxiety.
Slight ripples stirred in her heart.
Clip-clop~ The sound of deer hooves faded into the distance.
After a long while.
"Your Highness, Lord Lear has gone far..."
Jasmine’s words beside her brought Firina back to her senses, looking at her maid’s peculiar expression.
With powerful will, she instantly suppressed her internal fluctuations, her gaze regaining clarity.
"Lord Lear possesses a unique power within him, difficult for outsiders to perceive, but very subtle."
As she spoke, she thought for a moment, extending her right hand, gently removing some clothing to reveal her snow-white wrist.
A bracelet woven of rose flowers was exposed to the air.
Amazingly, the rose flower bracelet looked moist with dewdrops at dawn, its green leaves and red flowers vibrant and lively.
She slowly removed it, handing it to Jasmine.
"When you send the plaque tomorrow, give it along to Lord Lear... inform him that this bracelet can conceal his aura."
Jasmine’s heart trembled, her eyes full of awe as she looked at the bracelet.
"Your Highness, this, is this to be given away?"
"Isn’t it too precious?"
Rekell did not know the bracelet’s value, but he felt heartache.
That damn bastard, truly damnable.
Firina turned to glance at the manor, sensing the dozens of roses she’d never seen, a slight smile playing at her lips.
With these roses, perhaps she could ascend to another level within a few months.
"Precious? Perhaps."
But he is worth it.
"But, this is your..."
"Jasmine, if it were you, would you, during critical times of exploration in the Wilderness, spend significant time and effort gathering things irrelevant to yourself?"
Jasmine was taken aback and just as she wanted to speak, Firina turned and left.
With light steps, she didn’t seem to need an answer.
Rekell stood by with clenched fists.
"I would, Your Highness..."
His voice was small, not even daring to let her know.
Jasmine paused, giving him an odd look.
"Do you think you can compare to Lord Lear?"
What kind of figure is he?
You, nearly 30 and only a Level 12 High Tier Knight, could you compare to someone who enslaved a Level 16 Flying Dragon in just a few months?
Hmph.
Thinking of the previous tricking behavior, she snorted disdainfully and turned away.
Rekell’s face stiffened, feeling a thousand points of real damage.
Am I really that bad?
He subconsciously turned to look at his subordinates, each one looking straight ahead, not sparing him a glance.
Unable to vent his anger, he could only howl in despair...
That bastard, truly damnable, damnable!!!!
