Chapter 137 "Which classmate is there? Take me there now!"

For a moment, Langman thought he had heard wrongly.

"What did you say?" He was confused for a moment, "What password?"

Edith: "The password to Louisa's secret room."

Langman: "Louisa still has a secret room?"

Edith: “…”

I actually met someone who knew nothing.

Louisa also didn't tell her that there might be a situation where no one in the family remembered it.

Edith was thinking about how to proceed with the conversation. Langman beside her could not keep his composure and looked a little stunned. He scratched his head and said, "How about I ask someone to go back and ask?"

"Trouble," Edith said quickly.

"It's not a big deal. I just need to ask a servant to run a trip." Langman shrugged and turned his head curiously: "But how did you get the news?"

Regardless of whether there is such a secret room in his house, it is the secret of the Giles family. Edith not only knows that such a place exists, but also knows the so-called password.

"It's a coincidence." Edith said casually, "How can I contact you?"

"I'll go directly to your classroom." Langman took out a palm-sized notebook from somewhere and said, "Tell me the schedule for tomorrow's classes."

Edith exchanged messages with him. After the other party put away his things, he still couldn't help but be curious: "Why don't you just tell me the password?"

Edith: "...Forget it."

Langman: “Forget it?”

He finally came to his senses and patted his head. "Come to think of it, what is your purpose in telling me this news? Do you want to take away what's stored in there?"

"Of course." Edith said generously, "I have no interest in helping you expand your family."

"...You are really honest." He sighed, "I don't remember there being such a thing, but if it was real, the old guys in the family probably wouldn't let you take it away easily. You should have sneaked in and got it."

Edith gave a polite smile and said nothing.

Since Louisa specifically asked me to find someone from the Giles family, she must have her reasons. The risk of infiltrating is too high, and the losses will be greater if exposed.

But... "Why are they talking about your family? Don't you have any ideas of your own?"

"Me?" Langman put his hand into the outer pocket of his robe and smiled. "Ah, the news may not have been released yet... The Giles family is planning to change the heir."

Edith turned her head slowly.

"My tip at the time—"

"I didn't think about it, and I didn't tell my family." Langman shrugged. "It shouldn't have been like this... right?"

"There is no one smarter than Louisa in the family, so it is right to follow her opinion. If she doesn't approve of the family using her spell, then don't use it."

Not long after the match with Edith, there were rumors in the family about changing the heir, but he didn't care at the time, and instead focused on watching Edith's last two matches.

After watching the game with Celeste, he didn't even remember how he walked back to the dormitory. The only thing in his mind was the scene of Edith breaking through the slime wall.

If it was him.

If he had to pick an ancient spell—

He couldn't pick one.

The number of spells left by Louisa was large enough, so the family was able to maintain its prosperity for three hundred years, but as time went on, the spells in the current spell system surpassed his family's ancient spells in both quantity and richness.

If the Giles family still insists on maintaining its original foundation, it can only last for another fifty years at most.

"I don't want to learn anymore." After his family once again asked him to take a leave from school and go back to the mansion to attend the spell class taught by the old man in the family, he took the initiative to refuse, "I'm only in the third grade now, there's still time to change direction."

He didn't want to recall what happened afterwards.

Anyway, until the end, his father scolded him and his mother cried, but he still couldn't change his mind. He decisively set his sights on his younger brother who was three years younger than him. But his younger brother's talent was slightly inferior to his, and the family had different opinions, and no result has been determined until now.

"If possible, I hope you can take them all." Langman came back to his senses from his memories and looked at Edith with clear eyes, "Erase all traces of Louisa. Only in this way can the family completely let go of the pride of being the descendants of the ancient wizard."

Only in this way can the Giles family survive.

Edith stayed silent for two seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud: "You are a bit like Louisa."

Langman didn't hear clearly and slowly squeezed out a nasal sound: "Hmm?"

Edith: “Nothing.”

If all the Giles family members were like this, she probably wouldn't have sighed, "They're all idiots."

......

Langman finally decided to go home by himself.

"Ah, Master!" The guard who was dozing at the door was obviously startled, "Why are you back?"

"Why can't I come back?" Langman felt puzzled.

The guard was speechless, and Langman did not stop and went straight to his parents' room.

When the servants on the road saw him, they all behaved strangely and greeted him in a dry manner.

Langman is used to it.

His younger brother has already begun to regard himself as the heir, but the position has not been changed yet. The servants don't know how to treat the two of them and can only greet them politely.

He waved casually in response, and after inquiring about his parents' location, he knocked on the living room door.

The laughter and chatter inside the door suddenly stopped.

"who?"

The servant opened the door and Langman walked in. He was surprised to find that his parents, younger brother and several elders with influence in the family were all there, including the current leader of the family.

He asked hello in the awkward atmosphere, ignoring his parents' stiff expressions and speaking in a natural tone.

The person in charge smiled and said, "It just so happens that we are testing your brother's current level of spell mastery. You can also help take a look."

His father immediately chimed in: "Yeah, yeah, look at how your brother is doing."

Langman wanted to leave after saying this, but after this he changed his mind: "Okay."

He naturally picked an empty seat and sat down, leaning comfortably against the cushions.

His brother looked a little agitated.

"Vincent?" Mother warned softly, "No."

The boy finally calmed down, but his hostile gaze still swept across Langman's face from time to time.

"Okay, first, the fire spell." said the person in charge.

A small flame quickly appeared on Vincent's hand.

The old man smiled, and his parents were even more delighted: "Great, great, that's amazing!"

Langman and the person in charge were the only ones with expressionless faces.

Vincent glanced at him provocatively, and froze in place when he saw the person in charge had an expression that did not show whether he was happy or angry.

The flame in his hand went out instantly.

"no."

The person in charge coldly concluded: "He can't do it."

The living room, which was filled with joy, suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“Why?” Vincent’s father looked at him cautiously. “Ancient spells are different from ordinary spells. They are difficult to learn in the early stages. It is not easy for Vincent to do this at his age…”

"At the same age, Langman was able to keep the flame burning for three hours." The person in charge leaned back, "Vincent only lasted thirty seconds."

"I was nervous!" Vincent's face flushed immediately, "Give me another chance——"

"That's even worse."

The person in charge didn't even bother to look at him. "An emotionally unstable heir is more terrifying than one with poor talent."

"Come on, Longman, show me what a real fire spell looks like."

Langman nodded and pinched out a ball of blue flame.

The speaker: “…”

The person in charge: "I asked you to use ancient spells, not modern spells!"

Langman shrugged. "But this consumes less mana, has a higher temperature, can adjust the size freely, and is even easier to learn. Why not use this?"

This reason again.

The person in charge looked like he couldn't explain the conversation to you clearly, and closed his eyes: "You are just trying to irritate me - tell me, why did you come back? If you have nothing else, leave now!"

Langman ignored the complicated expressions of the people around him, turned around and walked to the door: "Nothing, but someone suddenly told me that he knew the password to Louisa's secret room and asked me to bring her to get something. I haven't heard of this, so I came back to ask - that's it, I'm leaving now."

"What's the secret room? They are probably trying to trick people. Don't make friends with weird people." The mother frowned. It was obvious that she had not given up on her son. "Break up with them and come back--"

"--What did you say?"

The trembling voice of the person in charge suddenly sounded from behind.

The mother turned her head away blankly after being interrupted, while Langman pursed his lips and repeated, "A classmate said that he got the password to Louisa's secret room by chance, but he didn't want to tell me what it was directly, so he asked me to come back and ask."

"Don't come here to steal things from the mansion." This time his father heard his words clearly and said casually.

But the person in charge seemed to be under a spell and made no sound. He paused for a few seconds, and before anyone could react, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed Langman's shoulders tightly.

His hideous face was reflected in Langman's pupils.

"Which classmate is he? Take me there now!"

......

Edith was eating in the restaurant at this time.

There were still seven people, occupying the entire long table, leaving only one empty seat. Unfortunately, Amy got that seat today, and sat down opposite the empty chair with a painful look on her face.

He lowered his head, cut a huge piece of bread, and stuffed it into his mouth in one breath as if he was choking himself, but he couldn't swallow it. As he stretched his neck to drink water, he saw a figure sitting opposite him in his peripheral vision.

"Your Highness Campbell?" Hedda's puzzled voice sounded.

It's Ivan.

For some reason, this guy always joins their group for no reason.

"Let's share a table." Ivan said familiarly.

Hedda looked around at the empty chairs, and for a moment she wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her ears or her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Edith casually cut a small piece of potato, wrapped it in cream and put it in her mouth.

Ivan stared at Edith's movements motionlessly, and after a while he slowly spoke: "Are you really a civilian?"

Edith felt that everyone's ears around her pricked up in an instant.

"Yes." Edith responded simply without further explanation.

“…It doesn’t look like it.”

Ivan observed Edith's every move, "Not like that."

"Although your sitting, eating, and walking postures are not exactly the same as traditional etiquette, you have paid attention to all the key points. Even if you haven't received systematic training, you have definitely been influenced by the relevant atmosphere. But the newspapers said that you have only been in the Turner family for less than half a year."

Edith slumped down instantly after hearing this: "Is this okay?"

Ivan: "...Don't give me the cold shoulder."