CH. 5 WE PROMISE NOT FIGHT WORLD WAR
Enya had been bought by him from the slave market, and she served as both his personal maid and his loyal guard.
In the original plot, after Arlen was sacrificed by the cultists, she was the one who found their hideout, slaughtered them all, and chopped them into pieces. Then, this faithful maid chose to end her own life.
Arlen had never faced discrimination from his family, nor contempt from the servants.
He had no tragic experiences in his childhood, nor any misery or sorrow.
He did not live in an abandoned gray tower.
He was not confined either.
All this was a show for the little saintess.
Just like a talent show, the contestants performed how pitiful they were.
He was nothing but an ordinary rich second generation.
But the rich second generation had their own troubles too.
After his mother died in childbirth, his father, Count Carlo, was a sentimental man, and had no intention of remarrying, so he was the sole heir of the Morningstar family.
And the reason why Count Carlo did not let him study magic was simple:
You kid, you’re studying all day, who will inherit my huge business?
You were born with a dark talent, and you are the material for managing the treasury!
The Morningstar family was a newly rising family. Count Carlo used to be a great soldier, who fought well, earned military merits, and received a fief. Then he discovered the largest gold mine in the borderlands from the fief, and became a new rich man.
The territory was also expanding, and the rank was increasing.
But his temperament had not caught up with his rank, so his way of educating his children was very blunt.
If reality allowed, Arlen would have liked to be a simple and modest rich second generation, but the plot forced him to work hard.
Ten years later, the special dungeon “Fall from the Abyss” will be opened, and the abyss invaded reality from beyond the border.
The first border family to be wiped out was the Morningstar family.
In order to defend his own gold mine, he had to become a diligent rich second generation.
“Master.”
Enya looked at Arlen and said,
“The lord has returned. He hopes you can explain clearly why you disobeyed him and ran away from home a week ago.”
“Is dad going to settle accounts with me?” Arlen felt a headache.
“No, on the contrary, he is very pleased.”
Enya coughed lightly, repeated Count Carlo’s words in a cold tone, and vividly,
“He said, ‘This kid finally has the guts I had back then! He is so filial at a young age, That’s how a noble son should be.'”
This old man had a skewed imagination of the noble sons.
Arlen sighed helplessly, put down the book, “Take me there.”
He walked through the corridor, along the alley planted with windmill chrysanthemums, and saw a European-style villa. He entered the villa and went up to the third floor, and came to Count Carlo’s hall.
This was a luxuriously decorated hall.
The light blue curtains flowed with the afternoon sun, and the rosewood furniture was sun-dried and emitted a faint fragrance.
Count Carlo sat behind the desk, his face was stern, and his eyes were keen like a hawk.
“You said you want to join the Holy Light Church?”
Count Carlo’s face darkened, he scoffed at Arlen and said,
“Just you?”
Count Carlo was quite happy, thinking that his child had finally made some progress, and dared to run away from home at a young age, which was very spirited, but he did not expect Arlen to be so rebellious and join the church.
He understood why his son had run away from home, but he was furious about his decision to become a priest.
He had let him leave home, not to join the church!
“Do you know the rules of the Holy Light Church?”
Count Carlo tried to calm his anger, and said to Arlen, “Once you become a saint, you have to renounce everything in the world.”
“I understand.” Arlen nodded calmly,
“Father, I have decided to dedicate my life to the holy light, and I have secured a spot for the test.”
Count Carlo’s face fell instantly.
It must have been that nun who had visited earlier.
She was a terrible influence on his son.
His good-for-nothing son had been corrupted by these sly friends, and wanted to devote his life to that damned holy light!
How could Count Carlo not see his son’s situation?
He had no talent for the light aspect, to put it mildly, he was a holy light dunce.
That nun had lured him to join the church, and made him take the test of admission, which he would surely fail in the second, third, or fourth round, and waste his youth on pointless questions. Wasn’t that a tragedy?
The children of the neighboring viscount could flirt with the ladies of their house, and his son was buried in books all day, when would he, Count Carlo, ever hold his grandson?
“Arlen. We all know your situation,”
He decided to have a frank talk with his son,
“Your talent is not in the light aspect. We have enough magicians in our family, I understand, you have resentment in your heart, but it’s not that I don’t support your dream, it’s that we have to face reality.”
“Actually, managing the gold mine is not such a bad thing.”
Carlo said in a persuasive tone,
“If you really don’t like it, you can also go and manage the silver mine.”
“Do you know how hard the admission test of the Holy Light Church is?”
Seeing that Arlen was still unmoved, Count Carlo glanced at Enya who was standing next to him, “Enya, you tell me, do you think your master can pass the test? With his level?”
“No.” She said without hesitation, bluntly, “Master is a waste.”
Later, Enya thought for a while, and added:
“But I can go and kill all the other candidates, then he can pass.”
Arlen observed the expression of the maid, and there was no emotion in her amber eyes, calm as the autumn lake, that sentence of killing all the other candidates, did not sound like a joke.
‘How can you be more radical than me?’
Arlen felt a headache again.
It seemed that everyone in this family looked down on him.
They all thought Arlen had no chance.
Indeed, according to the original owner’s talent, it was a hopeless dream to pass the admission test of the church.
The admission ceremony of the church consisted of two scoring processes,
One was the cultural test.
And the original owner had been ignorant since childhood, and he could not pass the cultural test.
The second was the aptitude test.
That was, the test of magical aptitude.
With the original owner’s innate rich second generation holy body, he could not get a passing score in this level.
After these two preliminary tests were done, there was the final test.
Combat.
Arlen had been a clever person since he was a child, and he knew how to read people’s expressions. He realized that Carlo stopped him because he was worried that he would squander his youth on meaningless things.
He feared that he would fall behind by studying and miss the best years of being a rich second generation.
Knowing the reason, it was easy to find a solution.
“Father.”
Arlen looked at the count’s eyes and said seriously, “I will only take the test once, and if I fail, I will never try again. I will give up my dream and come home to inherit the gold mine!”
