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Xiar donned a magnificent gown, his hair styled in the common noble adult fashion, standing there greeting the arriving nobles, his facial muscles aching from the forced smiles.
Neither in his past life nor this one had he ever enjoyed such treatment, and he felt as if each moment stretched into eternity.
He did not recognize any of them, yet he had to smile and embrace each one, exchanging a few simple words to convey familiarity.
"This is such a hassle; I should have convinced my father not to hold this kind of ceremony!" Xiar thought, his face beaming with a smile while internally cursing.
Just moments ago, he had embraced a noblewoman with a face full of freckles, nearly making him sick to his stomach.
There was even an older noblewoman who subtly groped him, sending chills down his spine, yet he had to endure it. Never had he hated the custom of greeting with embraces as much as he did now.
"Xiar, congratulations!" Field, also dressed elegantly and no longer resembling the carefree slacker he once was, greeted Baron with maturity before enthusiastically rushing over to give Xiar a hug.
"There aren't many people left now; you can take a break," Baron Bougiano observed his fatigue and smiled, allowing him to leave.
Xiar immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away with Field, seeking refuge in his study for some rest.
"Hehe, with all those beautiful ladies eyeing you just now, did any catch your fancy?" Field chuckled lewdly, his expression becoming quite mischievous.
Having grown up together, their relationship was so close that they could joke freely without pretense.
"Get lost; I've had enough of this bunch of hypocrites!" Xiar rubbed his temples in frustration, feeling more exhausted after just two hours than he would have after an entire day of research.
If given a choice, he would prefer engaging in tedious research experiments rather than participating in such social interactions.
Everyone wore a mask of insincerity that made him uncomfortable; he would rather deal with the White Mice—everything was genuine, even the internal Inheritance Factor was fascinating.
Well then, it seems I am indeed better suited to being a scientist than a politician!
As Xiar was pondering these thoughts, Field, standing by the window, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, why has Baron invited those people?"
"What people?"
Xiar stood up and walked over to him, looking outside.
In front of the estate's council hall, the guests parted to make way for three women dressed in long robes adorned with gold trim.
Their attire resembled that of nuns from a past life, predominantly white with gold edges. They wore black circular hats and white veils, their expressions gentle, exuding an aura of compassion reminiscent of spiritual leaders.
"Are they from the Northern County Monastery? I remember my father didn't believe in their teachings. Why would he invite them?" he couldn't help but wonder aloud.
In this world, faith existed but had not attained the status of a national religion like Buddhism or Taoism in his previous life. It was recognized but not officially sanctioned, thus not suppressed either.
Most followers worshipped deities such as the Earth God, Thunder God, and Death God—indescribable entities that formed various monasteries known for their charitable deeds, beloved by ordinary folk, especially those from impoverished families.
These monasteries often provided free food to their followers, an irresistible temptation for many who struggled to fill their stomachs.
However, for nobles like Burgano, they were seen as dispensable and not given much importance.
"Well, it seems that the number of refugees coming from the north is increasing. Perhaps my uncle wants to use these people to help stabilize the refugees," Field speculated after a moment of contemplation.
"That should be it," Xiar nodded in agreement.
The brutal lord from the north had left countless people unable to secure even basic meals. Under the instigation of certain individuals, a rebellion had erupted.
Then a large number of private soldiers were dispatched to suppress it, forcing many to leave their homes and seek refuge in other territories in search of a glimmer of hope.
However, these individuals were the most unstable factor and would create a heavy burden that no territory was willing to casually accept.
After all, if a large number of them were to die, or even bring about a plague, no one would be able to bear that responsibility.
In this way, by leveraging the ethereal belief, providing the Refugees with a spiritual anchor could help stabilize them, allowing them to settle down and live peacefully.
The two of them hid here for a while to rest. After being notified by a guard, they tidied up their clothes and returned to the guests once again.
This time, Xiar was undoubtedly the main character; it was already quite difficult for him to steal a moment of leisure.
The coming-of-age ceremony was quite simple; it was essentially a banquet where surrounding nobles participated to establish connections and interactions.
Some who wanted to curry favor with Baron Bougiano even attempted to marry their daughters off to Xiar, and there were as many as five such individuals.
After all, Xiar's appearance could definitely be considered handsome, plus he was the sole heir of the Mestlin Family, which was enough to make many nobles eager.
Well, Xiar was completely speechless about this because among them was even a twelve or thirteen-year-old Loli!
The Loli had fair skin, sparkling eyes, and adorable dimples on her apple-shaped cheeks, looking exceptionally delicate and weak.
Three years... death sentence... he silently thought to himself, only to realize that the Loli was cute and rosy-cheeked; she would surely grow into a great beauty in the future. Unfortunately, she was still much younger than the maids.
The banquet continued until the sun was about to set before it finally came to an end.
There had originally been plans for an evening banquet, but it was canceled after Xiar's strong objections; he had had enough of such social engagements.
Afterward, Xiar stood at the entrance, smiling as he watched each guest leave, wishing he could kick them out with one swift motion.
As they were about to part ways, the father of the girl clung to him reluctantly, eager to continue introducing his precious daughter.
The girl, dressed in a black Gothic outfit, hid behind her father, shyly peeking at him like a timid little rabbit.
Thinking of rabbits, images of their internal structure and brain shapes, along with the term "Inheritance Factor," suddenly flashed through his mind, causing him to twitch his lips and hurriedly turn away.
"Young Master Xiar, if you have time, feel free to visit Storm Harbor. Elisa seems to really like you," the father said with a smile that resembled that of a cunning old fox, pulling the shy girl forward. "Quickly say goodbye to your brother Xiar."
"Goodbye, Brother Xiar," she said in a soft and adorable voice, her head lowered in shyness.
Just as he was leaving, she suddenly turned and ran back to him, stuffing a small doll into his hands before hurriedly fleeing again.
"Uh, am I really that liked by her?" he muttered in confusion, casually tossing the doll into his pocket as he turned to walk towards Baron Bougiano.
Three women dressed as nuns were engaged in conversation with Burgano when Xiar suddenly felt a sense of unease.
Upon closer inspection, he realized with shock that one of the figures on the west side was clearly a slender man!
"Damn it, it's a switch!"
Xiar quickly dashed over, but his eyes widened in horror as he saw the cross-dressing assassin brandishing a dagger that glimmered with green light, silently aiming it at the unsuspecting Baron’s back!
"Bastard! Die!"
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