Two days after the honeymoon period.
Leon was sitting inside a brewing house, drinking a mug full of beer. He listened to Pooland’s mindless yapping while looking at his character page, which has changed considerably.
[Host: Leon Ashborne
Rank: Adapt (397/10000 EXP)
Talent: Immeasurable Charm, Elemental Mastery.
Skills: Threaded Footsteps, Shadow Claw, Night Vision
Items: Casual Traveling Set, Locket of Grace
Wives: 2/5 (Completion rewards a mega loot box)
Flings: 1/3 (Completion rewards a big loot box.)]
Leon has farmed a great amount of EXP in these three days. Yet it was still far from reaching the limit of adapt rank.
The Wives’ count has increased from 1 to 5 in a single jump, and he has added 1 to Flings too.
Leon was surprised by who counted as a fling. When he asked the system about this, it told him to check it by himself, just tapping on the stats.
Clicking on the stat, he understood who it was—Seraphina. Her name popped up, and nothing else could be seen.
So, he clicked onto the wife’s stat too and found out his wives were shown, except in a character-page manner like his.
[Wife: Elara Vayne
Rank: Apprentice
Talent: Garment Maker (14%)
Skills: Thread Control, Silk Touch
Items: None]
[Wife: Nyxia Ashborne
Rank: Apprentice
Talent: Wealth Touch (12%)
Skills: Night Walk, Knife Throw
Items: None]
From now on, the EXP points his wives would get will be added to talent evolution progress. This evolutionary progress would also help them rank up.
The skills and talent it would evolve into were related to the progression tree, which for some reason only his wives knew inside their hearts.
Leon didn’t care if he could see their progression; he was just happy his wives would be getting stronger along with him. You have to know people could only increase their lifespan through ranking up.
He didn’t want to see the bonds he made be wiped away by the wave of time.
In a jolly mood, Leon kept chugging down a beer through his throat.
Pooland followed along as he knew today was the party inside Leon’s home for their marriage celebration.
However, before that, they have to wait for their working hours to end.
Night time.
The Asterhold District Market was bustling with people and lights, like a giant refusing to fall asleep. To make this giant sleep, you have to consume its energy, and that is through spending money.
Leon didn’t have to spend anything for now, as he had bought the items for the party in the morning.
Alongside him was Pooland, who had his arm wrapped around his neck as usual.
"Why don’t you want to bring my sister-in-laws?" Leon asked, tilting his head. He had extended his invite not only to Poland but to his wives too. However, Pooland didn’t go ahead to bring them along; instead, they followed him back to his home.
"Nothing. They have something important to do at my mother’s house." Pooland sighed, letting out an indescribable emotion.
Leon cast a side glance but didn’t press further. He shrugged his shoulders and said it. "Well, then it’s unfortunate."
"Hmm." Pooland nodded his head.
"However," Leon squinted his eyes and whispered to Pooland, signaling him backward. "Why is the commander following us for so long?"
Pooland slightly turned his head back, catching a glimpse of Commander Aldric Vayne’s figure.
When they left the barracks, they were surprised to see the commander following them. At first they thought it was just a coincidence. Not paying any heed, they walked forth as if the commander were not behind them.
But they have already walked for so long, coming close to Elara’s tailor shop. Now, they couldn’t ignore the commander. He was their superior; they had to find out why he was following them so closely.
Halting in their steps, they waited for the commander to come close to them.
Aldric Vayne’s tower stopped before them. They saw the commander casting a suspicious gaze at them.
"Ummm... commander. Is there anything wrong? Why are you following us?" Pooland asked nervously. He was panicking seeing the commander’s suspicious gaze. He felt the commander might have found something shady on them, but...they haven’t done any sort of shady business.
They were perfect little city guards.
Leon too thought the same. He couldn’t understand what was going through the commander’s head.
"Where am I following you? Tell me, where are you going first?" Aldric Vayne spoke sternly.
"Commander, I was taking Pooland to my small wedding party." Leon answered, as Poland was too nervous.
"A wedding party?" Aldric Vayne’s eyebrows furrowed more. He looked at Leon with a frown. "Who did you marry again?"
Leon patted his chest and replied proudly. "I married two mature women neglected by society! They are Elara Vayne and Nyxia Ashborne."
Leon, who was waiting for the commander’s reaction, didn’t get any. Instead, his brother Pooland clapped his hands from the side and cheered him.
Aldric Vayne froze after hearing that. After a moment of silence, he uttered. "I see."
Leon couldn’t understand why the commander was shocked and speechless. Marrying mature women shouldn’t be that mind-blowing.
"Commander, where are you going?" Leon once again presented the question. The commander hadn’t walked on this route ever, so why was he doing it today?
’Most likely want to find our secret. But we don’t have any...’ This was Leon’s thought.
"I am going to my younger sister’s wedding party." Aldric Vayne answered, casting a weird glance at Leon.
"Oh." This time, it was Leon’s turn to become surprised. He asked curiously. "Commander, where does your sister live?"
"Street 13."
The commander’s reply made Leon dumbfounded. A faint warning rang in his heart as if a huge coincidence were about to occur.
"By chance, does she own a tailor shop?" Leon’s question made the atmosphere even more awkward.
Leon and the commander stared at each other’s eyes, filled with doubt.
Leon continued. "Is her name—"
"Elara Vayne." Aldric Vayne finished Leon’s sentence.
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