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Are you kidding me? How many coins do I even earn each month? Is it worth making such a fuss about?
So they turned a blind eye and didn't dwell on this trivial matter.
Of course, this only applies to normal times; if it were wartime, the situation would be different.
As for Roya's reputation, even though he only revealed a little bit of his strength, that little bit of strength was enough for these leisurely adventurers to brag about for a whole day.
Adventurers are definitely the most numerous in the world. They are very well-informed and have been boasting in taverns lately, exaggerating Roya's strength to an unbelievable degree.
Roya shrugged and smiled, "So, may I go in?"
The pedestrians behind him looked surprised when they heard Luo Ya's name, while others wore strange expressions.
Ignoring the surprised or strange expressions on everyone's faces, Roya picked up the package and headed towards the inner city.
The roadside stalls displayed all sorts of things, with miscellaneous items haphazardly placed on the tables, and vendors hawking their wares on both sides.
Autumn has arrived, and many fruit vendors have appeared.
Most of the fruits were also strange and unusual varieties. Just by looking at them, it was impossible to tell how they resembled the things in Roya's memories from his previous life.
Although this town is not particularly prosperous and is not the capital of a country, it is certainly very lively.
There were many pedestrians coming and going, including some adventurers, those wearing armor and with longswords hanging at their waists, their eyes darting around.
When the cat-eared beast girls on the street meet their gazes, they instinctively look away and quickly move away from these guys.
Of course, there were also some who were quite bold; those catgirls with animal ears glared back angrily, exuding a powerful aura.
This was none of Roya's business. Roya only glanced at it a few times before heading straight for the palace at the top.
The distance from the city walls to the top wasn't far, but it still took Roya about half an hour.
Having not seen familiar things for a long time, spending a little time on the road was worthwhile.
The familiar cacophony of sounds reached my ears; a burly man was hawking his wares, life went on as usual.
When Roya arrived at the door with the package, the guard stepped forward and blocked his way.
Just like the scene at the city gate, the two servants bowed their heads and said, "Young Master Roya, welcome back."
Roya was somewhat surprised by the servants' address; he couldn't recall ever becoming their young master.
However, Luo Ya wasn't bored enough to correct their way of addressing each other. "Young Master" it is, he didn't care about the change in address.
Luo Ya nodded and walked directly into the mansion.
Stepping through the gate, a familiar scene came into view. Following the memories he had, Luo Ya walked through the corridor and strode towards the living room.
Recalling the memories in my mind, my room was in the upper right corner of the living room. Going up the stairs and going straight up one floor was the room where I had lived for a while.
However, when Roya arrived in the living room, someone noticed him.
“You’re back, Roya.”
The handsome young man, sitting on the sofa and leaning back lazily in his chair, began his speech in this manner.
Roya nodded, pondered for a moment, and gave a noble bow, saying, "Good morning, Mr. Philip."
It had been a while since he had used aristocratic etiquette, and Roya felt somewhat rusty about it.
Philip smiled, pointed to the sun which was almost at noon, and joked, "Now is not the time to say good morning."
After saying that, he winked at Roya.
Roya remained unmoved by Philip's teasing and did not respond to Philip's words. Instead, he asked curiously, "How is Rudius? He didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"
Philip shrugged and sat on the sofa, casually saying, "Rudy? He should be training right now."
Luo Ya gave a faint "oh" and prepared to continue walking forward.
"and many more."
Philip called out to Roya, who paused slightly as he was about to take a step forward and glanced back at Philip.
"Is there a problem?"
"You haven't been home in so long, don't you want to sit down for a bit?"
Philip pointed to the chairs placed in front of the table.
Roya nodded, picked up the package, and sat down in the spot Philip indicated.
The chair was made of mahogany. Luo Ya couldn't tell what was special about the furniture, but just by looking at the stripes and the exquisite workmanship, he knew that it was expensive.
After Roya was seated, Philip called the butler to prepare a pot of tea.
As if remembering something, Philip asked, "What would Roya like to drink? Black tea or something else?"
Luo Ya hesitated for a moment before saying, "Black tea, of course, with plenty of sugar."
Roya didn't like drinking black tea, but it seemed that he hadn't seen anything else in the mansion besides black tea.
The butler nodded and walked towards the kitchen.
For a moment, only Roya and Philip remained in the living room, sitting facing each other.
Philip looked at the boy he hadn't seen for a while, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
This is a young man who is more aristocratic than any other nobleman, to be precise, both in terms of his appearance and his demeanor.
There are very few people in this world with dazzling blonde hair, but there is no doubt that all members of the royal family of legitimate blood possess such a beautiful hair color.
However, what truly surprised Philip was not the boy's appearance, but his demeanor.
Even though the boy was simply sitting there and didn't deliberately exude any imposing aura, Philip inexplicably felt inferior to him.
Roya didn't speak, and Philip didn't rush to say anything either. They suppressed their slightly complicated feelings and slowly savored the tea in their cups.
Philip's teacup also contained black tea. After taking a few slow sips, Philip slowly spoke up, "I've heard you've been making quite a splash lately."
Roya glanced at the guy in front of him, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, asking directly, "What do you want to say?"
A smile appeared on Philip's face, and his brown eyes narrowed slightly. Philip no longer beat around the bush and asked directly, "What do you think of my daughter?"
Roya's expression turned amused, and he said directly, "Alice is a good child."
Philip's lips curled into a faint smile as he waited for Roya to speak.
Roya paused, then continued, "If anything happens to her, I will be very sad, so if I can help her, I will. What do you think, Mr. Philip?"
Philip's expression remained unchanged as he put down the teacup with his right hand, still wearing a smile.
“Your father, Paul, should have inherited the mantle of the Grellatt family, but he was stripped of his position as patriarch. Don’t you think it’s a pity? That position should have been his, and it would have been yours in the future.”
Philip began trying to seduce Roya.
Roya remained unmoved, his golden eyes fixed on Philip. Roya said, "This is his choice, and Paul ran away on his own."
“But don’t you have any ideas? Logically speaking, he is the next clan leader. He can have many things: power, money, and everything else is within his grasp.”
Roya's smile gradually faded, and he listened to Philip's words with a blank expression.
"So what?" Roya suddenly asked.
"What do you mean 'so what'? The Grerat family is a high-ranking noble family in the Kingdom of Asra. In the capital, the family has a lot of influence, which is something this small place can't compare to."
Philip explained patiently, completely ignoring the slight impatience in Roya's tone.
At that moment, the butler came up, carrying a pot of freshly brewed black tea, and approached the two of them.
Philip sighed, shut his mouth, rubbed his temples, and didn't say anything more.
Pour the brewed black tea into Roya's cup, then scoop out a small half-spoon of sugar and add it to the cup.
After he had finished doing all this, Philip said calmly, "Butler, you may leave."
The butler nodded, left, and closed the living room door behind him.
Instead of taking the tea directly from the table, Luo Ya tapped the table with his fingers, making a crisp sound.
Philip frowned, seemingly displeased with the boy's behavior. Roya glanced at Philip before finally asking, "Why do you think my father would give up that position?"
Without giving Philip a chance to answer, Roya continued, "I know my father's character. He probably couldn't stand those tedious formalities, which is why he chose to run away from home. From you, I only heard about the benefits of becoming the so-called head of the family, but do you really think those benefits are truly beneficial to me?"
Philip remained silent and did not speak.
Roya continued, "We were never from the same world from the beginning. Just as this border region is too small for you, so is this country for me."
"The position of chieftain of the Grerat clan is indeed tempting, but how does it compare to the seven great powers?"
Upon hearing this, Philip wanted to mock the boy, but after seeing the boy's ambiguous smile, he couldn't bring himself to say anything sarcastic.
The seven great powers.
How many people in this world can be called the Seven Great Powers?
Those seven heroes who stand at the very top of this world.
Reality is always crueler than ideals. Heroes are heroes because they have accomplished feats that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
"You mean, you can become one of the Seven Great Powers?"
Luo Ya smiled without saying a word, but his eyes held unparalleled confidence.
While Roya might still be no match for the Dragon God, it's hard to say what will happen to those below the Dragon God.
Philip didn't speak again. His outstretched hand trembled slightly as he tried to pick up the tea set placed to the side. The trembling hand revealed the excitement in Philip's heart.