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Li Chen had already spent some time at Alfred's manor.

During that time, whenever the maids and guards saw Li Chen, their enthusiasm was even more exaggerated than when they saw their own master, Alfred.

Whenever Li Chen passed through the corridors, the maids would blush and curtsy, their eyes brimming with admiration. The guards stood ramrod straight, practically wishing they could carve the word "respect" into their foreheads.

The most outrageous of all were Alfred's five wives.

His first wife, Gwyneth, had practically become Li Chen's personal secretary, following him around all day. His second wife, Sophia, all but wished she could attach herself to him. The remaining three wives each worked their own magic, finding every possible excuse to get close to Li Chen.

They were the most "enthusiastic" toward Li Chen in the entire manor.

What was most unexpected, however, was the change in Alfred's own attitude.

Ever since Gwyneth's Holy Light Judgment had blasted him away, the young Holy Scion had become thoroughly obedient.

He now treated Li Chen with the utmost deference, paying his respects every morning and evening, more attentive than if he were serving his own father.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought Li Chen was the manor's true master.

"My lord, these fruits arrived fresh today. They were flown in from the Elven Forest in Southland, and supposedly help prolong one's life." Alfred personally carried over the fruit platter, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

Li Chen reclined lazily on a cushioned couch, casually picked off a grape, and tossed it into his mouth. "Mm, not bad."

By now, Li Chen's reputation had spread throughout this great frontier city.

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