Chapter 39 Deya's Confusion about the Doll
The Earl of Cavendish had lunch with him at his home in Deya.

At the dinner table, Earl Cavendish showed great concern for Lamia and asked her many questions.

For example, my son has not treated you unfairly, right? If you like something, just tell your uncle and don’t be polite, just treat him like you are at home.

If Deya bullies you, come to me, your uncle, and see if I won’t beat him up.

And so on.

Looking at his father patting his chest and making promises, Deya was speechless.

Dad, you are acting as if I, your son, can't get a wife.

Lamia had a rather cold personality to begin with, and she could not handle the barrage of greetings from Earl Cavendish. She was so flustered that sweat broke out on her forehead.

Earl Cavendish was busy with his work, so he left after lunch, which made Lamia feel relieved.

"Your father is a little too enthusiastic."

Sitting on the sofa, Lamia took off her shoes and hugged her legs.

She was wearing translucent black stockings on her feet, and her calves were straight and curved under her skirt. Her slender and delicate feet were wrapped in black stockings, making her look more mysterious and seductive.

Deya stared there for a few seconds before he met Lamia's black gemstone eyes and shrugged, "I told my father your last name was Capet, and he left it at that."

Lamia understood: "He misunderstood our relationship."

Deya nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, my father thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend, but in fact our relationship was that of master and servant."

Patricia, who was standing by, heard Deya's words and clapped her hands happily, "Ha, I told you, she is indeed a servant."

Lamia glared at the puppet and said to Deya seriously, "Then will you marry me?"

"My father and I are actually coveting your family's fiefdom and the huge fortune you will inherit."

"I do not mind."

"Then do you mind if I find a few more lovers?"

Okay, we can’t continue chatting today!
Lamia turned her head away.

She felt like she could be pissed off to death by this bastard, but luckily she was the type with relatively small mood swings.

Patricia looked at Lamia being humiliated and then laughed happily.

A witch and a puppet started quarreling like children for no apparent reason.

……

At night, under the dark moon—

[You have read the 1st level spell book "Shield", skill experience +1]

[You have read the 1st level spell book "Secondary Deflection Field", skill experience +1]

[You have read the 2nd level spell book "Stealing Breath", skill experience +1]

[You have read "Advanced Necromancer", public experience +1]

"..."

Deya took a look at his level. In just a few days, he had already upgraded his level to 15.

The experience from level 0 to level 1 is the same as that from level 10 to level 11, except that in order to obtain public experience points, more profound magical knowledge is required and it takes longer to learn.

No matter which ring it is, the first 5 levels are relatively easy to upgrade. The next 5 levels require too much experience points, so you need to learn slowly.

But even so, others would find it unbelievable to see how quickly Deya's mage level increases.

Normally, a wizard's level increase plus spell learning are calculated on a yearly basis.

A 1st level wizard might need one or two years to be promoted to the 2nd level, but Deya only took a few days to reach 5 levels and learn several spells.

The mage is the most powerful among all extraordinary professionals, but the price is that promotion is slow and all the time must be spent on learning and researching.

The slow promotion has nothing to do with Deya, but even Deya cannot escape the fact that he has to spend all his time studying and researching.

"Only when you are alive can you output. Even if I am a necromancy mage, I have to learn these life-saving spells first. And since I have the necromancy specialization, I can choose some necromancy 2nd level spells to learn first."

'Unfortunately, the teacher left behind few spellbooks from other schools. I'm afraid if I want to learn them, I'll have to go to the Nine Rings Tower in person.'

After studying for a while, Deya felt a little tired, so he put the book down temporarily to rest.

Once he had enough self-defense capabilities, he had to strengthen his attacks.

Although 'Black Fire' and 'Great Command' are powerful, they have a limited number of uses and must be used at critical moments. Now he needs to use 'Resurrection Ritual of the Dead' to revive a high-level undead as another trump card skill.

Deya already has an idea of ​​where to look for the remains - of course not to dig up his own ancestral grave!
"Would you like a cup of tea?"

Just as Deya was thinking, a steaming white porcelain teacup suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, then took the teacup and said, "Thank you."

The doll lady, who was less than one meter tall, sat in the air in an elegant posture, dangling a small foot wrapped in white stockings, and hummed softly, "You're welcome. A cup of tea will help you recover your energy, especially if it's brewed by me personally."

"Did you make it yourself?"

"of course."

"Why not let the maids do it?"

Lord Cavendish had already sent a parlor-maid, a laundry-maid, a kitchen-maid, a scullery-maid, and all sorts of other maids.

Although they are all elderly aunts, they are very skillful and Deya does not need beautiful young maids to serve him.

“Black tea should be brewed with 85-degree water, but those maids are clumsy and always fail to control the temperature accurately.

They don’t know how much sugar and milk to put in, so it’s a waste to let them make tea.”

Patricia raised her little head slightly and spoke proudly.

She picked up the small teacup that was specially made for her and took another sip elegantly.

"I have to go to the palace tomorrow. You can go back to your box then. I will take your box with me."

As Patricia's contractor, Miss Doll's two skills are of great use to Deya.

A resurrection and a big move are definitely the ultimate skills.

"I don't like being in a box, it puts me into a deep sleep."

Patricia said unhappily.

"I am your contractor, a devout believer of the goddess, and a cardinal of the church. Now we have an important mission, which is to resurrect the goddess.

But I am weak and need your protection. Don't you want to protect me and complete this mission?"

Deya clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly.

When Patricia heard Deya mention the Mother Goddess, she immediately stopped thinking and said, "Okay, then I will show my mercy and protect you. Who told you to be so weak? Hey, Deya, you have to work hard to become stronger. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Yes."

"Just say 'yes' once, and if you want me to protect you, you have to prepare two... no, three servings of strawberry cake for me every day!"

"Miss, do you know how expensive that cake is? One piece costs 5 lotti. The price of this piece of cake is enough to feed a family of three for several days."

"Okay, okay, then two dollars a day is ok?"

Patricia said hesitantly.

"can."

Deyan nodded immediately.

Bargaining success!

Even if it's a puppet, you can't spoil it!

"By the way, what was the final outcome of Abel Duval?"

In World Remembrance, Deya killed Abel Duval.

But in reality, this is not how Abel Duvall ends up.

Of course, judging from the fact that Patricia did not wake up until 500 years later, Abel Duval did not succeed in the end. As for who killed him, no one knows.

"Didn't you kill him?"

"I'm talking about reality, not the world in memory."

"Ah? Didn't you just kill him with a spell?"

Looking at Patricia's confused expression, Deya frowned.

She only knows what happened in Memories of the World?
No, why does she know what happened in World Memories!

(End of this chapter)