Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: The Most Noble Nobleman
Three hours later, Karoso slowly opened his eyes.
When he first entered a meditative state, Karoso’s head was throbbing, and he would have been very comfortable sleeping at that time.
However, his upbringing and training did not allow him to do so. He endured the pain, and it took an hour of meditation for his condition to return to normal, and two hours to replenish his magical power.
"*cough*…"
Karoso got off his large bed, walked over to a table not far from his workbench, and picked up the breakfast milk brought to him by a servant.
*gulp, gulp*
The cold milk still tasted sweet going down my throat.
[Oh my, this child is so pitiful!]
[When he just got into bed, he kept frowning.]
[I was sweating a lot and feeling uncomfortable at that time.]
[Master Karoso is amazing, I need to learn from him and study hard to get into a top university like Tsinghua! I’ll study in five minutes, self-discipline!]
[It doesn’t matter; what matters is that a normal Third-tier Card Maker can only make three-star cards in blue, purple is impossible to make in one go. None of our characters can do it. It seems like it’s been a long time since we’ve used low-level Card Maker to make cards. If you want to make an Epic Card, you’ll find that you need two Third-tier Card Makers together to have a chance of success, but Master Karoso can do it alone with a 100% success rate… That’s just insane!]
"Everyone, I’m going to the capital city." Karoso looked at the bullet comments and said, "I won’t be able to bring Pandora’s Eye this time, but my card-making skills are still here. We can continue to collaborate, right?"
[Honey Karoso, fly with peace of mind, Mom will always be with you!]
[The capital city… darn, Marl Magic Academy, will I be able to see ‘myself’ there?]
[So that’s what you mean!]
[Will ‘I’ have a conflict with Master Karoso when the time comes?]
[I don’t know, if there’s a conflict, then so be it. Anyway, I’ve been supporting Master Karoso all my life, if there’s a conflict, I’ll defeat him.]
[You’re really tough on yourself.]
"Will I meet… you guys?" Karoso looked puzzled.
He sometimes understands the comments in the bullets, and sometimes he doesn’t.
Aren’t they people from another world? Why would I meet them?
They seemed to have mentioned before that they would be involved in killing me.
[You focus on what you’re doing first, I will explain to you later what the game is, and why you run into me…]
Karoso scratched his head.
[Oh, I don’t know why, but Master Karoso is actually a child, yet he always looks like an adult. Sometimes when I see him acting like a child, he looks so cute. Is this called a contrast?]
Karoso was a bit puzzled. Ever since these bullet comments appeared, he found himself doing many childish actions that he couldn’t quite understand.
"I won’t tell you now, I need to get ready."
After saying this, Karoso waved his little hand, and the bullet comments disappeared without a trace.
His room was twice as big as Neymar’s room. It had different areas for his work, reading, eating, sleeping, changing clothes, and grooming—a normal three-bedroom apartment all in one room for him.
It could be said that a normal three-bedroom apartment was just like Karoso’s room.
Karoso first went to the bathroom, took a shower, and then, wrapped in a towel, went to the sink.
He splashed some water on his face, picked up the soap, spread it evenly on his hands, applied it to his face for exactly one minute, then washed the soap off his face with water.
His movements were very precise, without any flaws, like the most perfect nobleman.
Every action of his could be in a nobleman’s textbook.
After cleaning up, Karoso walked to the full-length mirror in the living room and casually opened his wardrobe.
It seemed like most of Karoso’s clothes were copied from the same template.
Karoso put on a white shirt, black trousers, fastened two belts around his legs, and tucked a gold revolver into the side of his leg.
Even though Karoso had a prepared card, he needed to consider various unexpected situations.
Finally, Karoso put on a black coat resembling a tailcoat and pinned a translucent brooch symbolizing Colloa on it.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Karoso nodded.
He called for a servant, ordered lunch, finished eating, and then started packing up.
Karoso packed two pieces of clothing into the bag, considering it well organized.
Karoso took a deep breath, lifted the bag, gathered his spirits, and left his room.
He didn’t know when he would come back next time, or what Marl Magic Academy would be like.
……
Upon entering the living room, Karoso found Neymar already waiting for him.
Her face bore dark eye circles, looking uneasy at Karoso.
Obviously, Neymar didn’t dare ask Osiris whether she would be sent away or not.
Compared to Karoso, Osiris seemed scarier.
"Father." Karoso set down his bag and greeted Osiris flawlessly with a noble gesture.
"Hmm." Osiris crossed his legs, set down the newspaper, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and asked, "What kind of work did you create with Pandora’s Eye?"
Karoso took out the card from his pocket and showed it to Osiris.
Even with Osiris’s knowledge, there was a momentary distraction at that moment.
"Quite interesting," Osiris rarely smiled a little, "How many materials did you use, how many times did you experiment?"
"I only used one material," Karoso did not answer Osiris’s other question.
"Understood." Osiris didn’t ask more, placed down his coffee cup, and said to Karoso, "Leave the recipe, take the money to the capital city, the airship is waiting for you."
"Yes, Father." Karoso took out a paper, handed it to Osiris, and received a Magic Crystal Card from him.
Karoso turned to Neymar and said, "Let’s go."
"Yes, brother."
Neymar nodded and followed Karoso’s footsteps.
As Karoso walked to the door and opened it, Osiris turned slightly and glanced at Karoso’s departing figure from the corner of his eye.
……
After the two got into the car, Karoso returned to his previous demeanor.
Without any netizen tasks, he remained silent.
Since he was not alone, he didn’t open the bullet comments to avoid arousing Neymar’s suspicion.
"Brother, big brother…" Neymar, as if making a firm decision, called out to Karoso in a voice only slightly louder than a rabbit’s.
Karoso slowly turned his head and silently stared at Neymar.
Seeing Karoso’s indifferent demeanor, Neymar unexpectedly felt somewhat relieved.
"Will you leave me?" Neymar asked cautiously.
"I won’t leave you," Karoso said, but then suddenly remembered the bullet comment from yesterday, "But will you leave me?"
"Me? How could I ever leave my elder brother? I have no right to leave him. Why would my brother say that?"
