Become a True Lord

When Landen reappeared, it was already dinnertime, more than an hour after he had interrogated Aila.

During this time, he had spent it entirely in the Alchemy Workshop. It was originally prepared for Aila. With Landen's current material reserves, this Alchemy Workshop was destined not to be luxurious, but the basic equipment was all there.

In addition, after Landen fell unconscious, the Minotaur Butler confiscated everything Aila had on her person and placed it all here.

Landen stayed inside for over an hour, and the Minotaur Butler waited outside for over an hour. He only left twice in between. Once was to instruct the Dark Elves to prepare ingredients—in this place, only the Minotaur Butler's cooking was edible.

The other time was to meet the envoy sent by Landen's Second Sister, Vivian. This poor fellow, after a long journey, was simply forgotten—after hearing the Minotaur Butler's report, Landen only thought for two minutes before casting him out of his mind.

Seeing Landen emerge from the Alchemy Workshop, the Minotaur Butler let out a subtle sigh of relief. He seemed about to ask something, but in the end, he only asked, "Master, you're finally out. Shall we eat now?"

"I didn't even realize until you mentioned it. Now that you say it, I'm hungry." Landen glanced at the Minotaur Butler and said, "Thank you for waiting outside for so long and for preparing the meal. Oh, right, you mentioned an envoy earlier? Call him over later."

A look of surprise flashed across the Minotaur Butler's eyes but he said nothing in the end, bowing, "Yes, Master."

Just as he turned to leave, Landen's voice rang out again, "Oh, right, try this first. I just tinkered with it." Landen turned and walked back into the Alchemy Workshop, quickly returning with a cup.

Before he could even see what was in the cup, a familiar scent wafted into his nostrils. The Minotaur Butler's face, which seemed incapable of changing expression, immediately showed a look of shock. He exclaimed, "This! Isn't this..."

"Ah, Corona Ginger Juice? I got the recipe from Aila and decided to give it a try," Landen said with a nonchalant expression, holding the cup out to the Minotaur Butler. "Want to have a taste?"

As the cup approached, the Minotaur Butler, the strongest being in this bunker, instinctively took a step back, as if Landen were holding a cup of deadly poison, something that would kill him even with a mere touch!

He then seemed to regain his senses, quickly composed his expression, and said solemnly, "Master, this is what caused you to fall unconscious back then. Why do you still...?"

"So you're not coming? Then I'll drink it myself." Landen shrugged, as if he hadn't heard the Minotaur Butler's words. Under the other's astonished gaze, he raised his hand and downed the drink in one go!

Landen once again ignored the Minotaur Butler's reaction, patted his shoulder, which was nearly a foot taller than his head, and said, "Alright, hurry up and make dinner. It's fine if I'm hungry, but we can't keep the guests waiting."

Watching Landen walk up the stairs, the Minotaur Butler's expression shifted repeatedly. After a long silence, he still said nothing...

Landen paid no attention to the Minotaur Butler's reaction, or rather, the butler's reaction was exactly as he had expected. At this moment, he had returned to his swivel chair, slowly spinning it, his mind racing. Corona Ginger Juice is still that undrinkable. Can't I make any improvements? But that previous occupant actually died from this tonic because they couldn't handle it? This is a genuine Low-tier Black Iron body, and it's even constitution-oriented. Who would believe that a few cups of Corona Ginger Juice could kill it?

It seems my guess was right. The Corona Ginger Juice must have been tampered with. I just don't know what was added. Well, that's not important. What's important is... hehe!

This was undoubtedly a cold laugh. Since that person had harmed Landen once, they would surely do it again, and again, until this body completely died. And Landen, of course, would not let such a thing happen again. In fact, from the moment this soul awoke and understood everything in reality, he had already begun investigating all of this. And now, he had quite a few leads.

"Oh, right, my Second Sister..." After finishing one thought, Landen's mind immediately shifted to another matter.

Thinking of his Second Sister, Landen's head began to ache slightly.

Vivian, the second child of Matriarch Isis, calculating by human years, was around [Age] years old this year, only slightly older than Landen's Third Sister and Landen himself. However, her strength was the strongest among Matriarch Isis's children, and she was also the most talented and ambitious of the [Number] individuals.

When Landen was a common Dark Elf striving towards Black Iron, Vivian was already at Black Iron Peak. When Landen barely became Low-tier Black Iron, Vivian was already at Silver Peak. Even more exaggerated was that during this process, Vivian successfully occupied a city with tens of thousands of inhabitants and, with her unique personal charm, subdued several extremely powerful subordinates. At this time, Vivian was not yet an adult.

When Landen was appointed as a lord, Vivian was already climbing towards Gold Rank, and Gold Rank powerhouses were already considered top-tier on this continent!

Of course, these were not the reasons why Landen felt a headache. It was because this Second Sister had an extremely fiery temper and, furthermore, she intensely disliked her younger brother.

Vivian was once Matriarch Isis's biggest fan and a staunch supporter of the traditional Dark Elf matriarchal clans. She had always believed that this world should be ruled by women.

However, this belief was greatly shaken with Landen's appearance. Vivian could not believe that the mother she had always regarded as an idol had given birth to a male child, who was clearly not a Dark Elf, to a human male. Therefore, almost the moment she first saw Landen, Vivian hated her younger brother.

Then, what awaited Landen was all sorts of torment from this sister. This torment was not like ordinary siblings glaring at each other or occasionally pinching and hitting each other. At that time, Vivian already possessed Black Iron strength and could control her power with considerable ease and precision. Thus, Landen would occasionally suffer various injuries, not fatal, nor crippling, but definitely not minor. Even now, Landen still bore over [Number] scars, all gifts from Vivian.

These were still minor. The true reason Landen was so at odds with his Second Sister was because she was involved in several incidents that nearly killed Landen.

From birth until now, not counting the time that led to the previous occupant's death, Landen had experienced a total of [Number] near-death experiences. Among them, [Number] were overt assassinations, while the other [Number] appeared to be accidents. But in this world, where were there so many accidents?

Based on the memories left by the previous occupant, Landen could confirm that at least [Number] of these were directly related to his Second Sister!

"It's time to become a true lord!"