The young dragon sprawled on the couch covered its eyes with its dragon w, unable to watch. It had been told beforeing that it was to be a spiritual mentor for the girl in front of it, but upon arrival, it became an heir to Gold Coins.


    "Cut down on that strong Evil Dragon scent of yours, why don''t you? If it''s Gold Coins you really want, wait until I be Emperor and you can inherit my pocket money, how about that?"


    Sitting opposite the Evil Dragon Lance, Joanna didn''t know how to reply.


    To inherit Gold Coins...


    Brandon, the housekeeper, died. As Brandon''s teacher, it was one thing not to be sad, but to even think about joking...


    Is this young man really the housekeeper Brandon''s teacher?


    If he isn''t, then it''s impossible for him to know about the agreement he had made with the housekeeper, and even more impossible to know the embarrassing things about her as a child.


    If he is... why doesn''t he seem sad at all?


    "Are you not sad at all?"


    "Life and death are predestined, and wealth is in the hands of heaven. For the real Brandon, death was a release. His body was upied by a necromancer, his soul imprisoned. As long as the necromancer who became Brandon did not die, Brandon''s soul would remain captive.


    With the necromancer''s death, Brandon''s soul regained its freedom and even got the chance to go to heaven. He was happy. I am here because he asked me to do so, to tell you the real cause of his death.


    Otherwise, he feared that you would mistake his death to have been at the hands of an extraordinary being and bear a grudge, henceforth loathing the extraordinary and even embarking on a misguided path.


    As for the Gold Coins, I''m not joking. Brandon said... he died a bit earlyst month, didn''t get his sry, so he asked me to stay here for a while to make up a bit for the work time he missed, and then... to collect hisst month''s sry for him.


    That''s to be mypensation."


    The little girl''s psyche truly had a crack. Asking him to investigate the cause of Brandon''s death indicated that she had already convinced herself that it was an extraordinary being who killed Brandon.


    Not a necromancer.


    But that''s not exactly urate. To be precise, she didn''t believe that Brandon was a necromancer.


    It was normal for her to think this way.


    The necromancer had imprisoned Brandon within a phantom soul, able to ess Brandon''s memories at any time, and with a long lifespan, it was not hard for it topletely be Brandon.


    "Brandon can go to heaven?"


    "Yes. I gave my chance to go to heaven to him."


    "???"


    How could Brandon, such an honest and reliable man, have such an erratic teacher?


    And a chance to go to heaven that can be given away?


    She was somewhat incredulous.


    Still, the news that housekeeper Brandon could go to heaven after his death was good news to her.


    She started to believe that the man in front of her, who looked quite young, was indeed Brandon''s teacher.


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    But his eyes held something that young people''s eyes did not.


    Time.


    His eyes bore the traces of the passage of time, very deep and profound.


    Such eyes, she had only seen in some older people.


    "Thank you... thank you,"


    Joanna stood up, bowing slightly, grateful that Lance was willing to fulfill the housekeeper Brandon''sst wishes.


    The real housekeeper Brandon indeed would not have wished to see her set on a path of vengeance.


    She believed it.


    "You''re wee. How much is a month''s sry for Brandon?"


    "Twenty Nuojin."


    Twenty Nuojin?


    That must mean twenty Gold Coins.


    Not bad, that''s quite a sum; for ordinary people who toil all year long, they might not be able to save up that much by year''s end.


    "I''ve calcted that Brandon was relieved from his duties on the 22nd, and with eight days left toplete a month, minus three holidays, if I stay here for five days, I can inherit hisst month''s sry."


    "....."


    This person named Lance... is really nning to inherit the butler''s Gold Coins?


    "There''s... none left... The butler''s sry was all donated. My father had promised Brandon that when he retired, he would give him a lump sum of three thousand Nuojin as a pension to help him build an orphanage.


    After Butler Brandon''s sudden death, my father decided to build an orphanage in Brandon''s name. The orphanage will be called the Brandon Orphanage, and the three thousand Nuojin pension... along withst month''s sry... all went into the orphanage."


    Construction of the Brandon Orphanage began at the start of the month, and thepensation from the Bronze Bounty Guild came in at two thousand Gold Coins. The remainingpensation of over a thousand Gold Coins, since the Bronze Guild couldn''t pay that much... was settled with some Extraordinary Elixirs.


    My father didn''t want to offend the extraordinary beings over this matter, so the remainingpensation of over a thousand Gold Coins was covered by the City Lord''s Mansion for the time being.


    For the funds to repair the City Lord''s Mansion, my father said we''ll talk about it after selling those Extraordinary Elixirs.


    Knowing that she was distressed over the garden, my father decided to allocate some money to restore her garden first, and to buy nts and flowers."


    "The butler''s sry wasmitted to the orphanage project, but I can take out twenty Nuojin from my allowance to give to you as the butler''s reward. Do you think that''s eptable?"


    "No need, use those twenty Gold Coins for the orphanage project as well. I am a kind-hearted person too."


    Fostering orphans and building an orphanage, Brandon truly deserved a ce in heaven.


    The youngdy''s father is not bad either, willing to fulfill his promise even after Brandon''s death, a man of his word.


    The three thousand Gold Coins'' funding... might be jointly sponsored by him and the Bronze Guild...


    That''s not too bad.


    He didn''t use the three thousand Gold Coins to repair his own City Lord''s Mansion.


    Acting as the City Lord to this extent is quitemendable.


    "Brandon mentioned that your garden was destroyed, and you, who love nts and flowers, would be heartbroken. Since I also enjoy nting, now that I''m here, I''ll show you how to transnt flowers and nts."


    "Th... Thank you... but I haven''t tidied up the garden yet."


    "No problem, the Young Dragon and you can clean up together."


    "This... this isn''t too good, is it?"


    "It''s very good."


    ........


    In the still somewhat messy garden.


    The Young Dragon wore a sun hat and rain boots, handling a shovel to clear the rubble in the garden.


    After tossing a shovel of broken stones into a cart, the Young Dragon''s violet-gold vertical pupils betrayed a look of bewilderment. She, a princess of the Farn Empire... why should she be doing this heavybor?


    She nced at Joanna, the human girl squatting on the ground, digging out arge piece of broken stone from a pile of soil, then hugging the rock to throw it into a wheelbarrow.


    The moment their gazes met, they looked at each other, then simultaneously nced towards the entrance of the garden involuntarily.


    There, Evil Dragon Lancey on a rocking chair under a sunshade, sipping freshly squeezed juice prepared by a maid of the City Lord''s Mansion, enjoying fruits she had arranged for him.


    The Young Dragon couldn''t understand why the Evil Dragon could lie there and enjoy himself?


    And she, the Princess, had to do this strenuous manualbor here?


    She followed the Evil Dragon to the Human World to have fun, not to do physical work.


    Joanna also couldn''t figure out why she had to listen to Lance?


    As the young mistress of the City Lord''s Mansion, shouldn''t she be the one reclining under the sunshade on a rocking chair, luxuriating?


    "Tired? If you''re tired,e drink some juice; I had Jenny freshly squeeze it."


    Lance beckoned to his own Young Dragon and Joanna. There are many ways to walk out of sorrow, such asbor...


    For instance, admiring someone who knows how to enjoy themselves...


    To dissolve resentment in one''s heart, sometimes doesn''t require preaching; resentment can slowly fade away through the process of y and work.


    The more one interacts with a positive-energy Evil Dragon and the less with somber people, the happier life bes.


    Besides, he sponsored over a thousand Gold Coins to the City Lord''s Mansion; enjoying the services of the City Lord''s Mansion, is that too much?


    Not at all.