Chapter 11: Knocking on My Wife's Door at Night

Chapter 11: Knocking on My Wife's Door at Night

Victor sat in the carriage waiting for the servants notification, but all he could hear was Veegas low raspy voice.

Are you interested in that dead volcano?

The one-eyed crow was preening its shiny feathers again. Its body was perhaps too fat, as its beak could no longer reach the back.

Victor glanced at Veega.

How did you find out?

Veega lifted his head confidently and said,

Otherwise you wouldnt have come to see this fiance.

Victor didnt bother to respond, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

Before long, Victor was still patient, but Veega couldnt stand it first.

Why hasnt anyone come to call us in yet?

The sound of pages flipping stopped, and Victor closed his spellbook, saying lightly,

Imagine, if you were a very beautiful woman, home alone, and someone wanted to see you late at night, and this person was your fianc, what would you do?

Veega tilted his head and thought for a while, croaking, Dress up beautifully, and meet him in the most elegant posture?

I see, shes seen you come, and deliberately got dressed up! And you are also very patient waiting for her.

Wrong. She would only feel like something is wrong with this kind of person, and find him annoying.

Victor flatly denied it, but obviously, the crow was a little dissatisfied.

Why? Ive seen in those novel books that this is how its written. Dont you understand women?

Its you who doesnt understand Gwen.

Victor turned his head and looked towards the courtyard gate of the Delin family.

This holy knight has never considered herself a woman.

Well, Victor didnt really understand the current Gwen either.

However, he believed that at this time, Gwen should hate him.

After all, no woman would like a man who frowns all day, holds grudges, and does bad things.

The relationship as engaged couples was probably the stain of Gwen the knights life until the end.

So after Victor died, she never married for the rest of her life.

Get ready, were going in.

He reminded the crow on his shoulder in a low voice. The crow quickly straightened up and took on a Im just a pet look, standing lazily motionless on his shoulder.

After a while, the maid came to the carriage and respectfully told him that Miss Gwen was ready and invited him in.

Victor got out of the carriage, led through the gate by the maid, and brought to the meeting hall.

As soon as he entered, he saw Gwen.

She was sitting on a soft sofa, not dressed up, wrapped in a tightly wrapped bathrobe, without exposing an inch of skin.

It looked like she had just gotten out of the bath.

But she didnt need to dress up either. In Victors eyes, even with no makeup on, her exquisite perfect face was enough to captivate any man.

What are you doing here so late?

Gwens tone was neither warm nor cold, with a hint of aloofness.

Victor sat down unceremoniously across from her and went straight to the point in a flat tone, I heard youre going on a mission and wont be back for half a month.

Gwen was not curious about where he had heard it from, and nodded honestly, Yes, leaving in a week.

Can I come with you?

Gwen:

Upon hearing these words, her reaction was a bit subtle.

First somewhat puzzled, then frowning, as if to reconfirm.

Finally, she leaned back, and her face gradually revealed an incredulous expression.

Gwen put her hand on her forehead, lowered her head, and asked again,

After speaking, Victor got up and left.

Gwen nodded and saw him off.

But in her mind, Victors flattering smile just now lingered for a long time.

Victor, has he ever smiled like that?

Back in the carriage, Victor leaned back calmly in his seat, his jet black eyes staring absently somewhere.

Are you angry?

Veega asked in puzzlement.

What makes you think that?

Veega: Just a hunch after seeing your poker face for so long.

If you didnt have too much emotion, you wouldnt smile brightly like a daisy.

Angry?

Hearing its words, Victor thought about it briefly.

Perhaps the education ingrained in him wanted him to be a good person, but being called so selfish by the others self-righteousness.

And he could only pretend to be what the other thought he was, in order to gain her approval.

Not angry enough for that.

It just made him feel nauseous.

..

These days, Victor taught at the academy during the day and studied magic potions in the basement at night.

As long as there were enough materials, he could make a hundred bottles a day, all of which could be sold by Lia.

Lia said that when the store renovation was completed, these potions would go on the shelves, and for now only this one potion would be sold.

They had to establish the stores reputation first before considering purchasing other magic items.

Of course, Victor knew that once this consumable went on sale, it would definitely cause a rush.

So he told Lia not to sell out all at once, limited to fifty bottles per day.

Starvation marketing.

Lia understood it immediately as a merchant herself.

At the academy, Victor was also not idle. On the one hand, he was thinking about lecture topics, on the other hand, he had made a decision.

Every time he gave a lecture, he would have Hennie sit in.

Under the pretext of gaining experience.

Erica came to his office every night, often with many questions to ask, and more and more frequently.

Although Victor felt somewhat annoyed, Veega tirelessly answered them one by one.

In order not to let Veega keep chirping in his head, he had no choice but to relay everything to Erica.

It also allowed him to cram magic knowledge from Veega.

After secretly learning from Veega, he realized that Erica was really a genius.

He couldnt understand Veegas crude and complex content at all, but Erica understood it after one teaching.

Even at this point, she seemed to have countless questions waiting to be asked and answered.

Victor couldnt help feeling a little emotional.

With Ericas talent and diligence, who else could be first in the exams if not her?

Everything was going smoothly, and soon it was the sixth day agreed upon with Gwen.

Hennie followed quietly behind Victor. Today she would still sit in on Professor Victors class.

She also didnt quite understand why Professor Victor asked her to sit in. After all, it was a curriculum she had written herself.

Not until the two of them walked to the door did she finally understand Professor Victors intention these past few days.

Today, I want you to go in yourself and use your knowledge to teach a class for these students.

Hennie: ???