One-year-old Probus was working hard to learn how to walk in his own courtyard.
A male Elven nobleman wearing an exquisite silver-white formal suit walked through the courtyard. He stopped in the corridor and watched Little Probus for a while. Beside him stood a servant in an even neater red suit vest, wearing a pair of spotless white gloves. The servant said to the Elven nobleman, "Chief Justice, what are you looking at? If you wish to see Little Probus—your child—you can go over and hold him."
The chief justice of the Elven Empire shook his head.
"There's no need. I have children at home and my beloved wife. There is no child of mine here, only an illegitimate son born to an unmarried woman. Come on, I still have to preside over tonight's banquet. It will be a grand affair, and all the prominent figures in the Imperial Capital will attend. My wife and five children will be there. My eldest son became a level-fifteen warrior today and signed a contract with the War Ancient Tree. He will receive the honor of being commended by the Great Emperor."
He glanced at Little Probus and continued shaking his head.
"A child born of this kind of life—he truly can't appear in noble society. Deal with this trivial matter quickly."
Little Probus watched the two men pass through the corridor and disappear from view. Pretending not to care in the slightest, he slowly walked among the wild weeds growing wildly in the courtyard. Soon, he heard the sound of a man arguing with his mother from inside the house.
Before long, the two men emerged from the house furiously. As they passed by Little Probus, they showed no intention of stopping.
They quickly left.
At this moment, Locke's form and Probus's