Arthur glanced at the timid-looking children. He didn't linger for anything and walked directly towards the forest. Lance followed him, seemingly perplexed. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you find anything suspicious about this place?"Arthur nodded, "The differences among these children are too significant."They walked straight into the forest until they reached a tall wall. Arthur guessed that this wall enclosed the entire orphanage. Beyond the wall was a dense forest that made it hard to imagine that the orphanage was enclosed in such a manner.As Arthur strolled, a sharp voice pierced through, "What are you people doing here?"Arthur turned around and saw the old man from yesterday, Stall, leaning to the side, observing them warily. Arthur smiled at him and replied, "The headmaster permitted us to visit. Is there a problem?"Stall squinted at them and eventually remained silent before walking away. Lance looked at Arthur and commented, "He truly is peculiar."Arthur agreed
Hearing the old man's question, Mr. and Mrs. Smith became rigid. This old man was a magician. He said that because of a sentence, Mr. and Mrs. Smith adopted Arthur back then. This magician promised to adopt Arthur to help them gain more wealth than others. However, the primary condition was to ensure that Arthur couldn't rise and couldn't become someone successful... Mr. Smith trembled and said, "We tried... We even denied him a good place to live, we didn't let him study at prestigious schools... but he still grew up, matured..." With every word Mr. Smith spoke, the atmosphere in the room seemed to grow colder, and finally, his voice grew smaller and smaller until he couldn't say anything more. The voice of the mysterious magician became somewhat resentful, "Truly useless." Mr. Smith hurriedly spoke, "We harmed him to the point of imprisoning him, making him lose everything, but now he's back. He not only didn't become insignificant, but he also rose once again! Fate is truly
In this world, various elemental powers exist, which are divided into five main groups: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.Within these primary groups are countless sub-branches, each producing infinite and unpredictable amounts of energy. These elements serve as the awakening and self-development of a mage's power, called magic.However, over ten thousand years ago, magic suddenly vanished, causing the strength of these elemental powers to weaken, rendering mages unable to progress. Their magic gradually waned with time. The age of science and technology arrived, and those mages who couldn't adapt were cast aside. Some couldn't accept this reality and turned into dark mages, using the blood and flesh of others to achieve their goals. This era was one of extreme chaos. It wasn't until five hundred years later that a semblance of stability was restored, bringing a temporary peace that persists to this day.At present, if there are still mages, most of them are dark mages.Ordin
Jessica noticed that Scarlet's car was no longer following behind her, and she couldn't help but sigh of relief. She then quickly stepped on the gas pedal to return to her mansion.Thinking about Scarlet's question earlier, Jessica suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in her heart. Three years had passed, but what did the events from three years ago mean? Even if Arthur's innocence had been proven, their feelings had already cracked beyond doubt. An invisible barrier seemed to separate them from that moment. Perhaps it was when she desperately cursed Arthur, or maybe it was when Arthur seemed a little weary and stopped explaining...They had predetermined that they couldn't return to how they used to be.Jessica blinked, feeling her cheeks grow cold. It was only now that she realized tears were falling from her eyes.She chuckled bitterly, wiping away the tears, and then walked into the house.Stanley was sitting in his office, dealing with work. Due to the pressure from Mr. Adel
Nightfall, the time of splendor. At this moment, within the oldest estate in the city.The Henry family mansion was bustling with activity as it welcomed a large group of guests to celebrate the birthday of their youngest heir. Though this youngest heir was no longer a mere teenager. Almost all the upper-class citizens of the city had gathered here, and even some prominent figures from other cities were present.A few individuals didn't receive invitations but shamelessly sneaked in. There were also quite a number of young artists here, hoping to find a chance to change their lives. The crowd was diverse, and the party area was divided. Only those with golden invitation cards could enter the inner area of the feast. This was the true dining area for the city's elite. Mr. Smith followed closely behind a man around 40 years old. This man was none other than the mysterious mage they had met yesterday. Mr. Smith hadn't expected the mage to act so quickly. It seemed that Arthur'
Curtis almost turned purple with anger when he saw Arthur's smile. However, he seemed reluctant to leave now. He quickly turned to his older brother, sobbing, "Big brother, how can you let that guy into my party like this?! Call the guards and kick him out!"His voice was booming, attracting the attention of many people around. Yet, no one dared to say anything, as almost everyone in the city knew Curtis's temperament too well. They watched Arthur with expectant eyes, waiting for his response.Arthur, unaffected by Curtis's angry outburst, calmly walked toward him, with Adel following closely behind him. Seeing Arthur approaching him, Curtis, accompanied by Lance—who had given him a shove at the wedding—couldn't help but twitch, visibly nervous. He tried to move closer to Asta, forgetting he was now a middle-aged man in his forties, not a child.Arthur looked at him, smiling, and said, "No need to be so agitated. I even have an invitation card personally written by Mr. Asta here
Outside, Mr. Smith was in a hurry, chasing after Nicholas. He couldn't understand why Nicholas was walking so slowly, yet he couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't until they reached an area covered in darkness that Nicholas finally stopped.Mr. Smith hesitated as he looked at Nicholas and asked, "How do you intend to deal with Arthur?"Nicholas's cold voice echoed, "You don't need to concern yourself with that."Mr. Smith furrowed his brows, "You can't say that! If you let Arthur be, he'll target our Smith Corporation sooner or later.""So what?" Nicholas asked coldly.Mr. Smith widened his eyes, but before he could say anything, Nicholas continued, "This is the consequence of your failure to complete the mission. Your best course of action is to keep your mouths shut, don't let me discover any of your reckless actions! Not killing all of you is the last mercy I grant. Handle it yourselves! A bunch of useless people."Nicholas's words faded as he disappeared into
Raymond had taken only a few steps when a soft body leaned against his back, and his waist was embraced.A gentle voice, as ethereal as Lumie's, echoed, "I truly love you, Raymond. I love you regardless of your status. Can't you give me a chance? I can give you everything that Jessica can't. Most importantly, I love you... whereas Jessica doesn't."Raymond's mind was always scheming, but Lumie's final words had indeed struck a chord within him.To the extent that his entire body trembled uncontrollably.Yes, Jessica would never love him, no matter how hard he tried.She always saw him as a friend, a brother; he could never compare to Arthur in her heart.Even though Arthur had hurt her so much, she still trusted him deep down.At times, Raymond, in his desperation, wondered where he fell short compared to Arthur.However, he could never find an answer, which only fueled his anger.Why was it always Arthur? Why did Arthur always get everything while he could only follow behind?He was