Chapter 109: Soul and Appearance

Luge blinked, feeling he had broadened his horizons once again.

In his understanding, the soul was connected to spiritual power, but one could not simply and crudely say that spiritual power was its external manifestation; however, one thing was certain: the stability of the soul was related to the spiritual power space. Lorigo's elder brother had suffered soul damage, which was equivalent to bidding farewell to the path of a spellcaster, not just a wizard. Of course, in the wizards' world, anything was possible; if the Fanxing Family produced a genius who could invite a very powerful high-level wizard, then everything would cease to be a problem.

However, thinking about it, that would likely only be saving his life; Lorigo's elder brother was injured when he was still in his teens, so many years had passed, and even if cured, he would have missed the best years. On the supernatural path, not advancing means retreating.

He was harmed at his most vulnerable; similarly, spellcasters like Luge and the others who had already stepped onto the supernatural path were far more resilient, at least they would not fear a worm that could only injure a youth who had not yet cultivated a meditation method.

"My elder brother was originally the family's hope; my two younger brothers are much stronger than me, but they only possess some knight talent," Young Master Lorigo said. "Father did not blame me; that was also the only time I sneaked out and returned without punishment, but the lack of punishment made me feel even worse. As I grew older and learned more, life in the family castle became increasingly stifling, and eventually this manor came to be; I have lived here alone since very early on."

Lorigo finally picked up the teacup he had been toying with for a long time and lightly drank a sip of fruit tea.

This was what Luge routinely instructed Daisy to prepare; a cup was required after both breakfast and dinner, and he had selected three kinds of fruit tea to rotate daily.

"I thought you made it; turns out you were just saved," Luge curled his lip. "What kind of culprit is this? Boring."

Luge's words stunned Young Master Lorigo for a moment, but he immediately turned it into a smile.

Judging by Lorigo's appearance, he probably thought Luge was comforting him, but in truth Luge simply felt it was boring; perhaps his expectations had been too high — Luge had thought there might be some grand drama, like unspeakable love and hate, brothers killing each other, strife between old and young.

Luge shook his head and downed the fruit tea in his hand in one gulp.

"Then I'll look forward to your good news," Luge said softly.

It seemed Lorigo still hadn't realized his own perilous situation — meaning he hadn't realized Luge's merit — and even now he apparently didn't know what happened in the Fendis Family last night. But Luge merely smiled and couldn't be bothered to explain; he believed such news would soon spread throughout the whole city's nobles and naturally reach Lorigo's ears. Inside the Ground City, the major families should all have some informants on each other; for instance, when the Baron was gravely ill or severely injured before, someone would release the news under the guise of verification.

Luge looked at Motel, who possessed a head of beautiful red hair.

"I want to integrate better into this city; I recall Lady Motel saying that if I had need, you could help me acquire a house in the Inner City District. Now I want to ask you to handle this matter, but not in the Inner City District — preferably at the junction between the Inner and Outer Cities." Luge wore a smile.

Sometimes offering help is not as good as taking a step back; the magnitude of merit isn't established by bragging about it yourself, and importance isn't established by proclaiming it yourself. Moreover, he also wanted to see just how this young master would turn out.

"My Lord, is it that you're uncomfortable living here?" Young Master Lorigo wore a surprised expression.

"I just want to be closer to life," Luge said. "Just like you would run out to play; always sitting in this manor enjoying yourself is like being isolated from the world, completely unable to appreciate the face of this Ground City. Even if I lived here longer, this city would remain vague in my mind."

For a moment, Lorigo actually fell silent and adopted a contemplative posture toward Luge's nonsense.

Luge smiled, looking at the red-haired woman.

Motel was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at the silent Lorigo, then turned back: "If My Lord Luge has no special requirements, it should be done by tomorrow. Living alone still involves many trivial matters; why not let Daisy continue following you? Perhaps we should also assign you a cook skilled in culinary arts from the manor. Rest assured, My Lord, I will arrange everything properly."

Both Lorigo and Motel looked at Luge, as if refusing the maid and cook would be refusing some monumental matter.

"Of course, I very much like the meticulous Daisy; she is a good helper." Luge indicated acceptance.

The two displayed smiles once again.

Luge, meanwhile, glanced at Daisy outside the door, wondering whether this was good or bad for her.

But he was already a little expectant about his new neighbors.

"Remember, it must be at the junction of the Inner and Outer Cities." He emphasized.

"Understood."

The red-haired woman responded solemnly.

"I only hope you aren't blaming me for my negligence," Lorigo said.

"My friend, between friends I prefer things casual; that's what I've always said. Don't overthink unimportant matters. I just want to add something new for myself; perhaps a different environment can stimulate my inspiration and give me new ideas for spells." Luge said.

Seeing Luge put it that way, Lorigo no longer persisted in dissuading him.

"Put that way, it's also a good thing; I'll have another place to go, and when idle I can visit My Lord Luge's home."

Lorigo seemed to find it interesting as well, and laughed after speaking.

Luge looked at him, feeling that burying his head in meditation and researching spells was still simpler; this fellow definitely knew some things, yet could still enjoy life's small pleasures with a calm face.

Soon, hearing that Luge was about to begin his daily meditation, Young Master Lorigo and the red-haired Motel also announced their departure.

After the two left, Luge called Daisy over.

"Understood?" he said.

"Reporting to My Lord, Miss Motel has already told me; I am very willing to go," Daisy hesitated a moment then continued, "If you plan to settle in Fanxing City, I wish to follow you always, become your exclusive servant, thoroughly resign from the manor's work, and no longer accept their wages."

Daisy spoke sincerely, which was somewhat unexpected to Luge.

"Staying by your side brings peace of mind, and you are a powerful spellcaster..." Daisy said softly.

Is this ordinary people's yearning for spellcasters? Believing that staying with him could make them a new noble in the city? It seems the identity of a spellcaster still carries great weight in their hearts, Luge thought.

"If I ultimately decide to stay here and not leave, I certainly won't forget you; you will become my butler." He said with a smile.

Although these words sounded as if they lacked sincerity, Daisy still looked very happy.

In truth, when he said these words, he thought of that old drunkard; if he really one day also suffered repeated failures and his life origin drained away, then he would be like that old drunkard — leaving strife behind, choosing a Ground City to quietly await death's arrival — and he would most likely choose this Fanxing City, the place of his starting point.

(Chapter End)