Chapter 110: New Home and Neighbors

Red-haired Motel did not disappoint.

By the morning of the second day, she had already handled matters according to Luge's requirements, and after screening, she found three locations for Luge to choose from.

Since her hospitality was hard to refuse, Luge reluctantly boarded a beast cart to take a look around.

Lorigo originally also wanted to come along, but was refused by Luge.

The clever maid Daisy, seeing this scene, understood and meticulously carried out Luge's will, specially arranging a relatively low-key beast cart without the Fanxing Family emblem from the manor for the trip.

Luge still leaned against a corner of the carriage in a very undignified manner; in the end, only he and Motel went on the trip.

He looked up at the red-haired woman sitting diagonally opposite, and for a moment felt she seemed burdened with heavy thoughts.

"It seems the trip to the ancient castle was not as smooth and pleasant as Lorigo said." He said.

Luge's words caused the red-haired woman to freeze; her slightly weary expression quickly adjusted.

Facing Luge's teasing, the red-haired woman hesitated for a moment, then said: "Young Master Lorigo is a person who does not contend with the world; a life of luxury has given him many rules and fastidiousness, but it is not that he actively pursues those flashy, insubstantial things. He wants more to become a spellcaster like you, wholeheartedly exploring the wonders of spells; it is only a pity he lacks the talent for it."

"But he has no choice but to face what he dislikes, such as the awkward identity of heir. His elder brother, though seemingly no different from ordinary people, could actually pass away at any time, and there is the Third Young Master who is full of hostility toward him..." She spoke softly.

Luge adjusted the arm he was pillowing on, and glanced up at her.

"This kind of thing, shouldn't be said casually, right?" He said.

The red-haired woman fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

"I hope you can support Young Master Lorigo. He is a kind person, resisting yet also striving to do well the things befitting his identity. Many things are often not what he wants." She said.

Luge said with a smile: "We are friends; this is what I have always said. If bad things befall a friend, I will naturally help."

The red-haired woman wanted to say more but stopped, clearly unsure of Luge's attitude, but in the end she said nothing more.

The two still brought the topic back to the Kobold Wizard Adult's new home.

The wheels turned with a creak.

Luge could already smell the scent belonging to the Outer City District — not just stench, but also the aroma of food; to put it nicely, it is the breath of life, unlike the Inner City District nobles, where the roads are lined with either big houses or manors, all with large courtyards; walking past the gate you fundamentally cannot feel what kind of people live inside. In the Outer City District, by the street side you can hear the noisy clamor of children from the house next door.

"This first location should be the one that best fits your requirements. It is one of the cleanest, most upscale neighborhoods in the Outer City District, and relatively quiet. It counts as being at the boundary between the Inner and Outer Cities," she introduced carefully. "Young Master Lorigo worried you might need to experiment and practice some spells, so he specially selected a courtyard here with a basement that has already been reinforced. You can use it with peace of mind."

As she spoke, she carefully watched Luge's expression.

"Please thank Lorigo for me. Just hearing about it makes me very satisfied. I think we might not need to go to the other two places." He said with a smile.

The wheels began to bump and jolt. Although this was a rare good place in the Outer City District, compared to the Inner City District, especially where nobles live, there were still big differences in the details.

The servant driving adjusted the speed, and after a bout of intermittent jolting, the beast cart finally stopped in front of a courtyard.

The small courtyard probably could hardly fit two beast carts, and there was a half-dead, crooked-neck tree struggling in the middle of the yard, having grown itself into an ugly shape.

"Later I will send someone to trim it..." Red-haired Motel said.

"No need. This is very good. Not everything has to be neat and tidy." He said, pushing open the courtyard gate and walking in.

As he moved his steps and looked around, details showed this place had been unoccupied for a period of time. This was good; he had been afraid Lorigo would use the Fanxing Family's influence to forcibly evict the people living in the house to curry favor with him, a spellcaster.

This house had three stories, but was actually even smaller than the two-story small house he had lived in for a while at the manor.

He only walked a circle on the first floor, then withdrew.

"I am very satisfied."

Luge's dog face did not stint on its smile.

There were obvious traces of cleaning inside the house; presumably done along with reinforcing the basement. It had already reached move-in condition.

"As long as Luge Adult is satisfied. I will have Daisy and the others come arrange things; Adult should be able to move in tomorrow." Seeing him satisfied, Motel said with a relaxed expression.

"No need for so much trouble. I'm staying here today."

Luge surveyed the courtyard, and that ugly tree over a person's height; the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

The red-haired woman, hearing this, thought for a moment, took out a palm-sized metal plate, and handed it to Luge with both hands.

"I will go complete the registration. With this plate in your hand, you are the master of this house," she added, "I will go back now and have Daisy and them hurry over. You should be able to enjoy lunch here today."

Luge smiled and nodded.

Watching this vigorous, decisive red-haired woman board the beast cart and speed away, her ride would certainly be much bumpier than when they came.

He stood alone in the courtyard, looking left and right. The only shortcoming here was that although the house was detached, they were all very close together, some almost pressed against each other. His situation was considered relatively good.

He opened the door, walked into the living room to let the outside air in, pulled over an old recliner, and right there in the open-doored living room, lay on it and began reading the spellbook of the Writing Technique.

The small house and courtyard; the courtyard wall only reached waist height. While reading, he could still see shadowy pedestrians passing by in front of the courtyard.

It made him inexplicably relaxed, as if he had found a familiar feeling.

Unknowingly, a slight drowsiness quietly emerged. He did not resist, but went with the flow, covering his face with the book, and just like that fell asleep on the recliner.

People often walked by the roadside, so naturally he could not sleep soundly, but it was exceptionally relaxing and enjoyable.

Unknown how much time passed; he remained in a half-dream, half-wake state, aware of the light changing, yet did not actively wake.

Until the courtyard gate was pushed open.

A small figure appeared before him.

He opened his eyes; the little guy was also looking at him. The two gazed at each other for a moment. He abruptly removed the book from his face, revealing his dog face. The little guy was frightened and let out a "wah" cry.

"Mister, you're so handsome! Your teeth are so sharp!" The little boy's eyes shone bright.

Luge's gaze shifted downward, seeing a small basket with a brown lid.

The dazed boy also showed a sudden realization expression, as if remembering something important. Blinking his big eyes, he struggled to hold the basket out to Luge.

"Mister, this is a gift for you. My home is right next door. Can I come find you to play again? Your ears are also very pretty," the child said, occasionally steering the topic to strange places. "This was made by my mom. It's still warm. It's the most delicious biscuits. Each biscuit has pieces of Underground Beast meat on top. Don't be polite. Mom said people who just moved in might not have time to make lunch."

Luge was amused by the little guy. He sat up from the recliner and took the basket the little guy had held up for half a day.

Opening the lid, sure enough he saw several biscuits as thick as a palm. Each was even larger than his face plate. He picked up one still steaming with heat. One side was golden yellow with a few slightly charred spots; the other side revealed some exposed meat strips and meat chunks.

"Thank you. Please also thank your mother for me."

Under the little boy's expectant gaze, he took a fierce bite of the biscuit, leaving a large gap.

"The taste is pretty good." He said while chewing.

"Your teeth are indeed impressive." The little boy's eyes kept shifting between the biscuit and his mouth.

A beast cart slowly came to a stop at the gate, and Daisy and three servants stepped down from the carriage, beginning to carry some things.

Luge patted the little boy's head; he had noticed that Daisy had changed into a relatively ordinary dress, not the one from the manor.

"Mister Sharp Tooth, I must go. If I stay too long Mother will scold me," the little boy said. "She doesn't let me disturb you."

After the little boy finished speaking, he gave Luge a proper bow in imitation of adult manners, then turned and ran off.

Holding the biscuit, Luge ate as he followed the boy to the courtyard gate, waving goodbye; he was already thinking about what to have Daisy send as a return gift.

His gaze swept across the area, and he noticed that someone next door also seemed to be moving house — a young lady, who also appeared to be an Extraordinary.

(Chapter End)