NOVEL WEB chapter 144
Chapter 69, Father and Mother
As the morning light spilled a pale hue from the distant horizon, the stormy clouds in the room finally ceased.
In the pink gauze tent, An’s little head rested against Mu En’s chest, the exposed skin still faintly tinged with the blush left by passion.
Mu En’s hand gently caressed the girl’s soft long hair, feeling this rare tranquility and tenderness.
“How’s the household?”
“It’s the same as usual, no changes. It’s just that after the master and the others left, along with the young master going to school, there are many fewer visitors.”
“That’s a good thing, peaceful.”
“Mm.”
An replied softly, then as if recalling something, she said:
“I’ve already sent the young master’s results to the master and mistress, using the duke’s private channel. It should have arrived by now; they will surely be very pleased.”
“…So soon?”
Mu En was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t even had the chance to share the good news himself, and the duke’s residence already knew?
“The transcript was sent by the academy. At first, I thought it was a prank, but the academy’s seal is definitely not something that can be faked.”
“I see…”
“Very impressive, young master.”
“Just average, really.”
“The young master mustn’t be proud; you need to keep working hard.”
“Nonsense, I’m always low-key, alright?”
“Someone who dates two girls at the same time can’t be considered low-key.”
“…Misunderstanding, cough cough, that was a misunderstanding.”
Mu En smiled awkwardly, stealing a glance at An’s pretty face.
Noticing that her expression remained unchanged when the topic came up, Mu En couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It seemed that An had truly changed.
The ‘sickly’ part of her had been completely removed, leaving only the shyness that belonged to a young girl.
This made Mu En feel quite pleased.
If possible, who wouldn’t want a capable and beautiful maid waiting at home every day for their return?
“Speaking of which, I wonder how my father and mother are doing.”
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On the empire’s border, the Abyss battlefield.
Blood stained the sky.
Corpses littered the ground.
Amidst the overwhelming stench, two colossal armies, stretching for miles, were facing off.
On the human side, the soldiers’ armor had long been soaked in dark blood, yet beneath the banners of the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Brilliant Crown, they stood tall.
Hundreds of thousands, in silence.
Then, amidst that silence, a deafening laughter suddenly erupted.
A man with a beard as fluffy as a lion’s mane, disregarding his subordinates’ warnings, leaped out from the central army tent.
His cold gaze swept over the dark mass of the demon army.
“Old ghost of Demon Mountain, come out and fight me!”
The demon army stirred slightly, and then a towering figure, like a mountain, slowly emerged from the billowing smoke.
“Campbell, have you finally grown tired of living?” The voice of the Duke of Demon Mountain echoed like a war drum.
“Hahaha, isn’t it just that you became a crowned one a few decades earlier than me? You’re nothing to be arrogant about; today I’ll show you with facts that even a turtle living longer is still just a turtle!”
“b*stard! Seeking death!”
A violent aura surged into the sky, directly tearing apart the dark clouds above.
Ron Campbell laughed heartily, unafraid in the slightest, as a brilliant crown rose above his head, the red lion figure appearing behind him.
He suddenly stepped forward, facing the Demon Mountain with bare hands.
Boom.
The heavens and earth trembled.
Invisible ripples spread out, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a hurricane.
The tremendous force collided, directly tearing a bottomless rift in the center of the battlefield.
Amidst the swirling dust, the Demon Mountain squinted its eyes, large as grinding wheels.
In this strike, he surprisingly did not gain the upper hand.
What’s going on? This Ron Campbell has only stepped into the crowning level for a little over ten years, and he can contend with me, a nearly hundred-year-old veteran?
No, his realm hasn’t changed since last time; what has become stronger… is his momentum?
The Demon Mountain’s mind slightly focused. What has happened? What made this Ron Campbell so excited?
Could it be?
Have I already stepped into his trap?
No wonder this guy, who has always acted like a timid turtle, suddenly popped up!
The Demon Mountain was slightly startled, quickly scanning the surroundings with his perception.
But… he found nothing.
“Oh, it seems you’re quite puzzled about why I suddenly want to fight you.”
Ron stretched his muscles, seemingly still savoring the earlier strike. His expression was excited, and the lion behind him appeared even more imposing.
“Since that’s the case, let me tell you!”
The Demon Mountain immediately held its breath, listening intently for the answer.
“My son scored eighty on his exam!”
Ron shouted loudly, that roar like a lion echoed over the vast battlefield, repeating again and again. At that moment, it seemed as if he wanted the whole world to hear his words.
“……”
The Demon Mountain fell silent upon hearing this.
What did he say?
He said his son scored eighty?
Is that something worth bragging about?
Or is it that my understanding of human language is lacking, and I failed to grasp his meaning?
What he’s really saying is something extraordinary.
For instance, that the son of the Emperor of the Leopold Empire is actually a gay man or something?
“Haha, eighty! That’s eighty! And it’s in the subject of Basic Magic Theory, which my Campbell family is the worst at! I didn’t even pass it back then!”
Longen leaped up again, crashing down on the Demon Mountain Duke like a meteor.
“Do you know how excited I am?”
“Do you know how happy I am?”
“Eighty! My son scored eighty!”
“My son scored eighty!”
“My son scored eighty!”
“My son scored eighty!”
A punch.
A punch.
Another punch.
Longen seemed to have endless energy, continuously throwing punches.
He created massive craters in the ground, like meteorite impacts.
“Enough!”
Faced with Longen’s increasingly overwhelming assault, the Demon Mountain struggled to defend himself, and then, seemingly unable to endure this relentless repetition any longer, he roared:
“I know your son scored eighty, but can’t you say something else?”
“Something else?”
Longen paused.
Thought for a moment.
And continued to throw punches.
“My son scored excellent!”
“My son scored excellent!”
“Are you angry? My son can also score excellently!”
“…Damn you!”
Like a little demon with a bull’s head, foaming at the mouth from being lectured by Tang Seng, Mo Shan at this moment swore fiercely in his heart.
If he ever encounters this guy’s son in the future, he must break him into a thousand pieces.
Screw you for scoring eighty!
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Campbell Territory.
In the tranquil countryside manor, a gentle woman lay in a reclining chair, reading a letter that had been expedited through the special channels of the Campbell family.
This letter was identical to the one Long En received.
However, after reading it, this cheap mother of Mu En, Noya Si Campbell, was not as happy as Long En.
In fact, a hint of worry surfaced on her elegant brow.
“From thirty to eighty, it only took a little over a month. Little Mu En, have you been eating well during this time?”
“I still prefer the carefree you from before.”
Noya Si gazed through the dense grape leaves at the clear sky, gently stroking her slightly protruding belly that could already be faintly seen, and murmured with affection:
“Did you hear that? Don’t learn from your suddenly changed brother in the future.
As long as you don’t provoke the royal family and the church, our Campbell family can still ensure that you grow up happily.”