In Levi’s memory, Seventh Prince Richard Charles was a handsome youth with a face as pretty as a girl’s.
However, compared to his flawless appearance, his personality was rotten to the extreme.
He liked to torture and kill animals when he was a child, and when he grew up, it only intensified — he loved killing people.
Back in the royal capital, several Serfs died in Richard’s estate every month.
It was normal for Serfs to be executed by their estate owners.
But the reasons for their execution grew more and more absurd.
Some people were executed because they didn’t do their work well.
Others were killed simply because Richard happened to be in a bad mood and decided to kill someone to change his mood.
Isabella naturally had heard of Richard’s cruelty.
Isabella, who had made a name for herself at a young age, could have originally become Richard’s knight.
But the other party’s actions completely went against Isabella’s chivalry.
After seeing these knights’ fear of the Serf identity, Levi sighed inwardly.
Anyone with a shred of sense wouldn’t want to become a Serf.
Because under this worldview, Serfs were truly worse than dogs.
The existence of the Serf system was undoubtedly a trampling on life.
Such dregs should not exist in this world.
Levi, who time-traveled from Blue Star, knew precisely how terrifying the Serf system was, which was why he used the identity of a Serf to bluff these four traitorous knights.
To estate owners, the Serf system undoubtedly consolidated their status, allowing them to forever trample others beneath their feet.
But for Levi, his political ambitions were not so low-level.
Levi didn’t consider himself some great philanthropist.
He would want glory, wealth, and a harem of wives and concubines.
But a person must at least live like a human being.
What a simple truth.
The nobles of Blue Star didn’t know it, and neither did the nobles of this world.
After all, they were essentially cut from the same cloth.
Isabella found that her original disgust toward Levi had completely vanished.
After Levi displayed magic to save the refugees, Isabella felt that Levi was not incapable of becoming a good Lord.
of course, on the premise that Levi didn’t revert to his former self.
The person who could laugh heartily from helping others right now, who wanted to change the lives of the lower-class people, naturally had the qualification to become her—Isabella Windsor’s—Lord.
Isabella’s silence made Levi a bit puzzled.
He turned his head to look at Isabella, who had suddenly stopped in her tracks:
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
Isabella shook her head: “It’s nothing…”
Levi sensed that Isabella’s tone was noticeably softer than before.
Isabella let out a heavy sigh and then changed the subject:
“Speaking of which, Your Highness, I seriously suspect that there must be assassins lurking among the refugees.”
“Although those four knights don’t know the plan, since they need to transmit signals to the outside, it shows there must be something fishy among the refugees.”
Hearing Isabella’s words, Levi’s expression didn’t change much.
Isabella was puzzled: “You’re not surprised?”
Levi looked back at her and smiled:
“Surprised? What’s there to be surprised about?”
“If anything, if he didn’t send assassins, he wouldn’t be himself.”
“After all, I’ve long known that in his eyes, only a dead brother is a good brother.”
Isabella’s gaze flickered slightly.
Is this…
the darkness among the royalty?
Clearly flowing with the same blood, yet they would unhesitatingly slaughter each other…
Levi thought about it; this was a world of swords and magic, and it was impossible for him to truly be a weak Lord.
Possessing the Minecraft System, he could likewise become a fearless warrior.
He didn’t have to go to the battlefield, but he had to be sufficiently specialized in combat.
Otherwise, just like now, with assassins hiding in the dark, he could only live in constant anxiety.
Levi decided to improve his martial prowess.
He turned to look at the Female Knight: “Isabella, this king has an important matter to entrust to you.”
Isabella immediately knelt to salute:
“This subordinate will definitely do her utmost.”
“I need you to be my swordsmanship sparring partner.”
“I need you to demand the strictest training methods of me.”
Hearing Levi’s instructions, Isabella raised her face in astonishment, finding it somewhat hard to believe.
Isabella was a Second-Order Knight after all, and His Highness, being a mage, probably wouldn’t be able to fend off her attacks at all.
It wasn’t arrogance, but a judgment based on facts.
Levi saw through Isabella’s inner worry, but he wasn’t a conceited person.
He possessed the physique of a Minecraft Man.
When it came to strength, he really didn’t fear anyone.
Sparring directly with a Second-Order Knight was to verify where his upper limit lay.
“Of course, I am certain.”
“…As you command.”
Isabella muttered inwardly, it seemed she needed to mind her boundaries during the sparring.
Otherwise, if she exerted too much force, she might just send His Highness flying with a slap.
Levi, walking in front, stopped and looked at Isabella:
“Training will start tomorrow; this afternoon we still have to get down to solving the living problem of these refugees.”
“Living problem?”
Isabella bit her lower lip: “Wouldn’t it be fine to let the refugees pitch tents in the vacant land of the town?”
Isabella scratched her head with a puzzled look, appearing somewhat cute.
This was the first time Levi saw this Female Knight show an expression appropriate for her age.
Levi shook his head: “Since I saved them, I don’t intend to let them die in my territory.”
Who on earth would think of camping in the dead of winter?
You’d probably be greeted by a pile of frozen corpses every time you opened your eyes.