After the sisters’ friendly bonding and mutual back-scrubbing session was over…
Everyone had finished washing up, and the five women, wrapped in towels, emerged from the large bathhouse.
Maidens had long been waiting in place, offering everyone clean bathrobes and sweet drinks. Their clothes… would also all be washed.
Compared to the ladies who might still have entertainment activities and late-night snacks later…
Franlot, at this moment… was in a much more miserable state.
It must be said, Fukadi was a remarkably competent dogleg.
To prevent the person Lady disliked from gaining even a sliver of benefit, this team leader, upon returning, had vigorously begun spreading word about the terrible relationship between the other party and the Lady.
And he reported everything to the City Lord.
This kind of behavior from the other party made Franlot furious once again! He immediately pointed at Fukadi’s nose, cursing him as Ileya’s dog.
“Hey! You’re actually right about that~” But who would have thought this guy wasn’t ashamed of the title; instead, he showed an expression of considerable excitement.
“If I had the chance, I really would want to be Lady’s dog!”
This kind of answer from the other party made Franlot even angrier!
What was even more outrageous was that none of the surrounding soldiers and servants… thought there was anything wrong with this statement.
“You lowly servants! You’re destined to be trampled underfoot for your entire lives!!”
In response to Franlot’s roar, the soldiers, led by Fukadi, naturally wouldn’t let it go. They cursed and swore, wanting to go up and beat this guy up again!
If Arthur hadn’t been there to stop them, he probably would have gotten another beating…
“Kid, you remember this… the old man won’t always be by your side~” Before leaving, Fukadi whispered in Franlot’s ear.
“Hope you sleep well tonight.”
Thump! Immediately after, a few ruffian soldiers “accidentally” bumped into Franlot, making him stagger.
His face… grew even uglier.
As for the City Lord’s side…
Whether the other party was truly the second son of a duke was something the City Lord of Gillis City, a border city lord in the Kingdom of the Far East, wasn’t very clear about.
Although he held the noble title of City Lord… being in the borderlands, his rank was only that of a baron.
In his youth, he had naturally been to the Royal Capital, but he had never met the Kelvidi Grand Duke. To this day… he had only seen a portrait of that person.
Of course… regardless of the other party’s authenticity, he would firmly stand by the side of his immediate superior… uh… the Lady~
But openly taking action was obviously unrealistic.
However, since the other party was at odds with the Lady… regarding everything that happened in this city, this City Lord adopted an attitude of “not seeing.”
Including food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.
So, after arranging accommodations for Ileya and her group, the City Lord left this mansion.
The remaining servants, because of the earlier incident, all adopted an attitude of ignoring this duke’s second son.
Franlot, in a fit of anger, ran out of the estate, so now he and Arthur, the old man and the youth, were standing at a street corner, staring at each other.
The pile of dirty rags he was currently wrapped in were all found for him by Arthur. He didn’t have a single pocket on his person, let alone any money.
And although Arthur was valued by the Lady, as he was always by her side, he had no need for such worldly goods; his pockets were cleaner than his face.
After everything that had happened, even if his face was as thick as a city wall, he couldn’t bring himself to ask the Lady for money or beg her to let Franlot stay in the villa.
He himself even felt somewhat ashamed to go back and stay there.
So, the predestined master and disciple stood on the street, with no place to stay, momentarily at an awkward standstill.
“Ah…”
“Why… why do things like this always happen… what exactly did I do wrong…”
Standing on the gradually emptying street, watching the pedestrians hurriedly leaving in twos and threes, Franlot muttered in confusion.
“Hey! Hey!!” He subconsciously called out to a passerby rushing by.
“I’m the second son of a duke! Help me… help me find a place to stay, I will reward you handsomely when I return to my family!!”
“Huh?” The passerby looked blankly at the beggar wrapped in rags before him, then disgustedly shook off the hand grabbing him!
“Get lost! I’m the Heroic King, you send me money, and I’ll make you a prince? Idiot…”
“Hey… I… I really am…”
He remembered that nobles in this world still held considerable sway.
With his current status, how could he possibly end up sleeping on the streets?!
Why was this happening??
“Status… is not omnipotent.” And just as Franlot was lost in confusion, Arthur, standing beside him, slowly spoke up.
This… was actually good. It could just cure this kid’s habit of always wanting to rely on his status.
“Only when you yourself possess great power do you have the capital to speak.”
Listening to Arthur’s words beside him, Franlot’s face turned ashen.
Under normal circumstances, he would think it made sense and nod in agreement.
But in this current situation, Franlot only felt sore all over, hungry and tired, just wanting to have a good meal and then sleep soundly.
Everything else could be discussed later…
But… Arthur clearly didn’t know Franlot’s current state of mind.
Perhaps it was because he had been detached from the mortal state for too, too long…
“…Franlot, you have great talent. If you can diligently cultivate… I think your talent might not even be inferior to Holly’s, as long as you can accept my training…”
“Enough!! Aren’t you annoying?! I’m really tired right now!!”
Like a child facing chattering parents, Franlot finally completely exploded at this moment!
“I know I have talent! Can you just find me a place to rest first!? Stop nagging about these things in my ear!! OK?”
He subconsciously kicked a nearby ornamental tree, the recoil almost making him fall over.
After this seemingly meaningless venting, he turned his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes looking at Arthur, who seemed a bit bewildered by his shouting.
“Alright! You say you see potential in me! I’ll give you a chance… choose me… or choose that bitch!”
Hearing Franlot’s reckless words, Arthur’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Although the Lady seems to have some prejudice against you, in the end, it was she who saved your life. You shouldn’t…”
“Stop!! I really don’t want to hear your lecturing right now, just say it… do you want to follow me, or follow her!!”
The youth waved his hand, cutting off Arthur’s words, his body trembling slightly.
“I… the Lady has shown me kindness, I…”
“Fine! That’s it! Damn old thing… I only suffered so much hardship along the way because I believed your nonsense!”
“Putting on that high-and-mighty act all day, yet being firmly controlled by a little girl, don’t you find it shameful!?”
His head throbbing, Franlot pointed at Arthur’s nose and roared loudly!
“Enough… I’m done serving you! If you can’t help… then get lost!! Don’t stand in my way!”
The original humiliation, exhaustion, and pain all transformed into anger at this moment… ignited by Arthur’s advice as the fuse, setting fire to Franlot’s muddled mind!
Then, without waiting for the other’s response, he turned and staggered towards a side street.
“I…”
Standing at the street corner, Arthur could only subconsciously raise his hand…
But he didn’t chase after him, just watched Franlot’s figure grow farther and farther away.
For a moment, he felt lost.
Why was he so optimistic about the other party?
Why would he create a rift with the Lady, who had shown him kindness, for the sake of this unrelated youth?
Was it just because… this youth had previously spoken words… identical to those he himself had spoken in his youth?
“Sigh…” The old man let out a long sigh, raising his hand to rub his temple.