Lance had a long dream.

In his dream, he stood above the peak, with crowds of people like ants under his feet. Countless people crawled on the ground, shouting something, while wizards with serious cloaks looked at him coldly.

He just felt that he was full of power and that all the chips had been activated.

At this moment, a crack suddenly opened on Gao Tian, ​​and a cold voice suddenly sounded: "I want to take back all your things..."

In an instant, all the chips on Lance were deprived of, and he shouted in horror: "No!"

Everyone watched him struggle coldly.

...

However, he knew that this was just a dream. This feeling was very strange. Even though you were deeply trapped in a dream, the feeling was so real, your subconscious mind could clearly tell you that it was just a dream.

Lance curled his lips and cursed: "Damn, no one can take away my things."

Then he woke up.

"Brother Lance! Brother Lance!"

Opening his eyes, Lance saw a anxious face blankly. Erin was holding a candle in her hand. Under the candlelight, the girl's white face looked particularly beautiful.

Lance shook his head suddenly, and the severe pain in his mind still did not disappear. The only thing that made him feel at ease was that the secondary meditation rune was still clearly imprinted in his mind. He felt strange and familiar with this rune, and he remembered every stroke and every detail of the rune clearly.

"Why are you asleep? Do you know that my father is almost angry!" Looking at Lance's look like he was not awake, Erin said anxiously: "If you can't get over, I'm afraid you will be kicked out of the castle tomorrow!"

Erin's words immediately woke Lance from his confused state.

He stood up suddenly and looked out the window: "Damn, why is it getting dark!?"

Erin said speechlessly: "Everyone has finished supper, I'll wait for you. The Amman wizard has arrived, and there are others. When I went to the garden today, I heard from the eldest lady that my father and the tax officers and patrol captains have an important meeting tonight. If you don't rush over, my father will probably not wait for you to have a meeting with those people."

Lans suddenly burst into cold sweat. He didn't say much at the moment. After thanking Erin, the two of them walked directly into the first-floor lobby.

Fortunately, although the castle is deep, the place where Lance lives is still not far from the restaurant. By the time Lance arrives, the dining table has been cleaned up.

Lord Viscount was still sitting there coldly, and on his right hand was the Amman wizard. Lance looked up and saw that in addition to his sisters and eldest wife, there were a few strange faces and the castle patrol captain.

"It seems that Erin is right. His cheap dad is going to have a meeting later." Lance was scared and hurried over and said, "My father, teacher, I..."

"Stop!" Viscount's words immediately interrupted the explanation Lance tried to make. His eyebrows were full of anger and fatigue, and he waved his hand: "Wizard Amman, let's start."

The old wizard nodded, and everyone knew what would happen next - because such a thing had happened once last night.

The Viscountess showed a sarcastic smile, but she was a smart woman. She knew that Viscount loved Lance, so she refused to say bad things about Lance in front of Viscount, so as not to arouse the Viscount's disgust. Instead, she said softly: "Dear, Lance has been dragged over until now. Something must be exhausted. Why not let the kitchen deliver some food and let him fill his stomach first?"

As soon as he heard this, the disgust on Viscount's face became even stronger. In this castle, others always waited for him, but he did not have the same kindness as him. The eldest lady was on the surface to help Lance, but in fact she secretly reminded Viscount that Lance was late for a long time.

Lance glanced at the scheming woman and said nothing. He knew that no matter what he said, it would be inappropriate, and it would be better to remain silent.

"I don't have time to wait for him to finish his meal and draw an hour, and then I did nothing." The Viscount stared at Lance and said impatiently: "Amman, it's now. Lance, this is your last chance. Remember, you only have fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes later, Amman will personally identify it. If you can't write that entry-level rune, then I will send you to church. Go back to pack your luggage tonight."

The Viscountess's face showed a look of joy. Although her son performed well, he was never favored by Lance. In her heart, Lance was a disaster. If he kept him in the castle, if the Viscount could not think of it and passed the title to him, it would be extremely bad.

However, Lance's poor performance has always been a little relieved. Coupled with Viscount's usual strong style, she has always restrained herself from attacking Lance.

"Now it seems that my approach is indeed wise. This kid is a waste and will be driven to the church tomorrow." The Viscountess and Beicci looked at each other, and both mother and daughter were overjoyed and almost started celebrating.

Several strange faces stood respectfully beside the hall. They looked at Lance curiously. Most of the people in the Viscount's territory had long heard of this useless second master. However, for them, these things in the castle were not what they should care about. They just had to be loyal to the powerful Viscount.

"Okay, Lance, don't be nervous, just relax and write." The wizard of Amman took out a clean animal skin. Anyway, these skins were supplied to him by the Viscount, so it would not be a pity for his son to use Amman.

Lance nodded, took the black swan quill dipped ink from the old wizard, and stood in front of the animal skin.

The atmosphere instantly became solidified.

Everyone looked at Lance, their eyes full of different meanings, some were contempt, some were jealous, some were disdainful, and some were hopeful.

Erin held her chin and looked at Lance with some concern.

"What should I do if Brother Lance can't write it out this time?" the girl thought with some grief.

Everyone stared at Lance, but who knew that this guy was still motionless while holding the pen.

Time passed by minute by minute. Five minutes later, Biqi, who was sitting next to his mother, couldn't help but mutter: "What are you doing? If you can't write, don't write it."
Chapter completed!