Once settled down, time flies. The leaves in the courtyard turn green and yellow, withering and flourishing year after year. The servants in the mansion have all been replaced. No faces can be seen when they first came. The butler Charles has also aged a little. Until Amir's child was born, the baby's crying sounded throughout the mansion, and Trela's 30th birthday was approaching, Luke realized that another five years had passed. After chatting under the moon that night, Amir matured a lot. In addition to being a little more relaxed in front of Luke, he was a reliable head of the Campbell family outside. When Ms. Royne died, she left a will. Perhaps because of guilt, or perhaps because of love, she left half of the assets of the Campbell family to Luke, and treated him the same as Amir. But Luke didn't care about these things, and later returned them to Amir. The magic he developed over the years has accumulated an astonishing amount. With the fiefdom and title given by the city lord, as long as he wants, it is not a problem to create a noble family that is more powerful than the Campbell family. Without the threat of the demons, Luke's magic research inevitably slowed down, and he was also happy to spend more time with Trella. The mature noble lady was still obsessed with her husband, and her desire was stronger than when she was young. Fortunately, the elves were strong enough and their bodies were frozen at the most vigorous age. Fulilian was very calm about the students' indulgence in family. After stopping teaching and slacking off for a few years, she found Luke one day to say goodbye.
"I want to figure out something I care about, so I'm leaving first." After leaving her address for easy contact, Fulilian left with the box that contained the reward for flying magic in her hand. "If you have anything you must say, you can wait for me at the address. I should be back within one or two hundred years." Luke could only say that the address for easy contact was not convenient at all. Two years ago, Amir, who was gradually tired of political diplomacy, began to go on blind dates and wanted to find a wife who could handle trivial matters for himself. He was already very old, but he had a good appearance and a burly figure. He was also a hero who participated in the final battle five years ago. His conditions were quite good. Moreover, unlike other noble children, he was not the head of the family with a father above him. After marrying, he would be the wife in charge of the family funds. Many people still looked up to him. At first, Luke joined the blind date in accordance with his father's duty, ready to give him a thumbs up. As a result, it didn't matter when he went there. The girls focused all their attention on him. After several blind dates, Amir didn't find a wife, and Luke's buttons were almost torn off in the crowd. Amir almost suspected that Luke was just trying to show him off. It has always been a knot in his heart that his childhood goddess Mia took the initiative to take off her clothes and climbed into his brother's bed. He didn't expect that history would repeat itself after so many years. After thinking about it, he told Trela that Luke accompanied him to the blind date. Although Trela didn't say anything on the surface, but scolded him for his behavior of telling on his brother, Luke was locked in the room by her for a long time afterwards. Without this interference option, Amir finally found happiness and married Sally, a kind and quiet noble lady. The two gave birth to a big fat boy in the second year after their marriage. "Let's call him Anrui, Anrui Campbell." Amir, who was a new father, touched the baby's face carefully, and immediately caused the baby to cry loudly, which frightened him and made him at a loss, and he shouted anxiously. "Fuck, how to comfort this thing? Luke, Luke! Come and help me!!" "Just give it to me!" Sally was very dissatisfied with her husband's behavior of calling his brother when he encountered something, just like a child hiding behind his father when he saw something scary.
Especially since her husband is already 38 years old this year, and will soon be 40, he is a middle-aged man, while his brother, who is so beautiful that he makes himself ashamed, looks like a young man of 20 years old. When Frog's son's son was born, Luke was rarely interested and brought Trela to see the baby. It was not known whether it was because of the fruity scent of the elves or some other factor, but the baby who had been peacefully in her mother's arms began to struggle again, and her chubby little hands were grabbing at the elves. Sally was exhausted, and did not understand why both father and son were so close to Luke. Before marriage, she even suspected that her husband had some unclear relationship with the elves, but fortunately after marriage, her husband proved that he was normal. "So cute." Trela walked over and teased the baby, and Luke noticed the envy and fleeting sadness in her eyes. After returning to the room, Luke hesitated for a moment and apologized to Trela. "I'm sorry, elves and humans can't have children." Trela turned around, pulled Luke's face, which had remained the same for ten years, and kissed it hard. Although her body was fully mature, Trela's mentality had always been good, lively, direct, and cunning, not much different from when she was young. "What's good about having a child? Sally was so uncomfortable when she was pregnant." Trela smiled indifferently. "And I heard that many women lose their figure after giving birth. If I become ugly after giving birth, won't you look for another woman?" "Don't always make such jokes." Luke gently tapped Trela's forehead, "Don't you know what the flower language of the mirror lotus is?" Trela leaned against Luke's chest, feeling the strong heartbeat inside and nodded, "I know, eternal love." "That's good to know." Treila smiled, "Is it true? Will you still love me in ten years?" "Yes." "What about twenty years?" "Yes." "What about thirty years?" Luke responded helplessly, "Yes, no need to ask again, the subsequent answers are all yes, okay?" Treila pouted, a little aggrieved, "You're impatient after just two questions, how can I trust you?" "How do you want to prove it?" Treila licked her lips, pulled out Luke's belt little by little, put her palm into the loose trousers, and her voice was a little seductive. "Regarding your point that elves and humans can't have children, I don't think there are enough examples to support it. You should do more experiments." Luke thought for a while and said sincerely: "I think you can change the way you express your love."
"This sounds as outrageous as asking poor people not to like money." Treila commented sharply. … The crying of the baby was very noisy. After months of suffering, Luke, who was preparing to celebrate Trela's 30th birthday, was informed of the gift in advance. "Leave the mansion and travel around the world?" Luke put down the magic book and was a little surprised, "Why do you suddenly have this leisure time?" Trela pointed to the dark circles under her eyes and said tiredly: "An Rui is too noisy. If this continues, I will have a nervous breakdown. He and I are destined to have only one in this mansion." "And I haven't been out for a long time. The world is so big, we should go around and see it!" "Okay." Luke nodded in agreement without much consideration and began to plan the travel route. The next day, Luke said goodbye to Amir in advance. Amir, who was also tired, could only look at the two of them apologetically, "I'm sorry, Anrui is really noisy. You can go out for a walk and come back. Things will get better when he grows up." "No need. We will move back to our own fiefdom after we travel around the world. You have already started a family. It's not good for Trela and I to live here all the time." Luke shook his head and told the follow-up plan. It is well known that an old father living in his son's house will be disliked by his daughter-in-law. He always felt that Amir's wife Sally looked at him with a wrong look, always with an indescribable vigilance. Probably worried about property disputes! "Ah?" Amir tried to persuade him reluctantly, "Do you have to move out?" "Don't always rely on me, you're almost 40." Luke said earnestly what his father often said in his previous life, "Can I accompany you for the rest of your life?" Amir looked at Luke's fair face with mixed feelings, "You can accompany me for the rest of my life, you can accompany my son, grandson, great-grandson..." His words slowly stopped under Luke's expressionless gaze, and he only sighed at the end. "You can come back anytime, Campbell House will always be your home. I hate Anrui's crying so much that I can kick him out." Luke turned around and left, touching his chest halfway, with a strange look on his face. For him, Amir actually said to kick his son out. I have to admit that I was moved by his rebellious son. The servants on the road greeted him as usual, and Luke nodded in return as usual. He had just gotten familiar with these people, but he didn't expect that he would have no chance to see them again. Luke's eyes swept over this place bit by bit. He was about to leave here completely. He wanted to leave the last memory in his mind.
He looked at the hall not far away. That was the beginning of Lannis bringing him to live in the mansion. It was also the place where Ms. Royin often stayed when she was alive. It was the place where he and Trela first met. He looked at his portrait hanging in the corridor. It was when he was just taking the textbook for flying magic. Ms. Royin invited the painter to draw it. She and Trela found a place to hang it up. Now it has been more than ten years. He looked at the guest room where he lived. It was his residence for 32 years. It was simple and ordinary. Later, it was decorated by Trela. After marriage, it became more gorgeous. He looked at the study room where he studied with Fulilian. Flying magic was developed there. Other subsequent magic was also born here. Fulilian liked to read magic books and fish there. He looked at the training room where he practiced magic and swordsmanship. That was where he stayed the longest at the beginning. There he completed the initial accumulation of strength. Walking out of the gate of the mansion, Trela, carrying a suitcase, waved at him in the sun, her long golden hair shining. "It's so slow, Amir is always so attached to you." "It's not Amir, it's this place that's attached to me." Luke took the suitcase from Trela and took a last look at the gate of Campbell's mansion. Thirty-two years have passed since he was born and brought here by Lenise, and he has spent almost all his time here. And now he is leaving here. Luke has a hunch that after leaving here, his time will probably pass very quickly.