Wien recounted: "Only the most economical energy?"

Batteries? Or something else?

Eric took over the topic as he expected and automatically explained the trick: "Like this... put a little bit of magic in... and then the value will come out."

Wayne didn't realize that he had traveled to a magical world?

Speaking of which, when the maid grabbed him before, a light green light also flashed. It seemed like it wasn't an illusion!

"Oh, that's how it is."

In fact, he didn't know what it was, so he just nodded first.

He tentatively asked: "Mr. Eric, can you lend me this... detector for a while? I want the maids around me to be able to check my health at any time before I recover."

Condition."

Smart! I am so smart!

In this way, the chief physician can take advantage of the opportunity to teach other maids to see how to use magic power to drive instruments.

"Eh?" The chief doctor's expression was confused for a moment, "There shouldn't be anyone with magical talents among your maids."

Perhaps this young master is not used to the life in the royal capital yet. It would be too rude for the magician's tools to be freely used by civilians.

Magic is not something on the street, but the cornerstone of the kingdom's survival. Even among nobles, not everyone can have magical talents. Among civilians, if anyone is detected to have the qualifications for any attribute of magic, even if

Even the lowest "untouchables" can immediately achieve a class jump.

Although there are very few commoners with this ability, and nine out of ten of them have one of their ancestors who was also a noble.

In war, powerful magicians can easily turn the tide of battle and destroy seemingly invincible armies.

The greatest victory of the kingdom in the past hundred years was the Battle of the Brumaire led by the previous Duke of Winche thirty years ago, which destroyed the neighboring Principality of Millistan in just one month.

It is said that that battle dyed the entire lower reaches of the Geres River red, and the corpses of Millistan soldiers were piled on the road leading to the opponent's capital.

The Kingdom of St. Lornes also relied on this victory to establish its status as the most powerful country in the Western Continent.

The reason why the kingdom is able to destroy its enemies in such a devastating manner is entirely because the previous generation of Duke Wenche and his retinue of magic groups have extremely powerful combat capabilities. There are almost no enemies in the Principality of Millistan.

The previous generation of Duke Wenche, who returned home with such a beautiful record, was immediately named the top nobleman by the king, increased the area of ​​his fiefdom, and was also rewarded with countless gold and silver treasures.

Sure enough, only military merit is the best way to get promoted.

Thinking of this, his attitude became a little more respectful.

"If Master Wayne needs it, you can summon the family doctors at any time. I will arrange for my apprentice to come over every morning to check you until you fully recover."

Wayne waved him away slightly bored.

We still have to find another way to find out the situation. The chief doctor is too stingy and won't even borrow some props.

After Eric also left, he was the only one left in the room.

Wayne immediately got up from the bed, stepped on the shoes placed beside the bed, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to see if there were any clues left by his predecessor.

Such as a diary or something like that.

And he also tried using various gestures to call: "System!" "Grandpa!" "Grandma?" "Artificial Intelligence?"

No response.

In the end, he only saw a few travel notes on the bookshelf, with crooked patterns drawn on them. At first glance, they were children's books.

'Fortunately, words and language come with it, otherwise I would be doomed.'

Still feeling a little dizzy, Wayne took the travel notes, shrank back into the quilt with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and leaned against the bedside to read through it.

The early morning light shines in from the extremely huge glass inlaid window, reflecting gorgeous and exquisite patterns on the carpet. The angel-like boy is reading with his eyes lowered, forming a beautiful and peaceful picture.

But this beauty was just a short-lived fantasy, which was quickly broken and returned to a reality full of shortcomings.

After watching it for a while, Wayne closed the travel diary with a snap.

"I'm so hungry, I can't stand it anymore." After complaining, Wayne rubbed his uncomfortable stomach.

What's going on? No one thought of arranging their own breakfast?

He hesitated for a while and decided to go out and ask someone.

However, when Wayne approached the door and put his hand on the handle, the sound of conversations outside came from the crack in the door.

A strange female voice sounded from not far outside the door: "How lucky that a [bastard] who came out of nowhere can live in the Duke of Wenche's Mansion."

The pronunciation of the two words in the middle was specially emphasized, and the words were full of disdain and contempt.

Another female voice also echoed: "If he is self-aware enough, he should know to be ashamed of his identity and not appear in front of everyone and ruin the reputation of the Wenche family."

Without hesitation, Wayne suddenly opened the door and saw the scene in the corridor.

Two short maids were standing outside the door, holding cleaning utensils in their hands. It looked like they had just finished cleaning and passed by.

When Wayne saw her face to face, the slightly younger look suddenly became a little uneasy, while the middle-aged maid next to her looked completely confident.

"Master Wayne, why don't you take a rest for a while? The Duke's mansion is so big, so don't get lost." The older maid said with a smile.

Wayne frowned and said, "I'm hungry, please arrange some food."

It seems that there is something wrong with the identity of this body. He is not an ordinary noble young master, otherwise ordinary servants would never dare to talk to him like this.

"You haven't had breakfast yet?" the older maid asked with a worried look, "But it's already past breakfast time. I'm afraid eating at the wrong time is not in line with noble etiquette..."

She also deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word etiquette, fearing that Wayne would not understand what she meant.

Wayne clicked his tongue. There was no need for an ordinary maid to embarrass a noble young master like him... No, maybe she represented the will of another master behind her back.

‘There may be people in this mansion who are not happy to see my presence.’ Wayne realized this.

This is really a sinister fact.

After understanding the situation, Wayne decisively prepared to put his tail between his legs and start a new life.

"Oh, that's it..." He sighed, putting on a slightly dissatisfied and self-pitying expression, and lowered his head, preparing to return to the room.

"Wayne!"

Suddenly there was a clear shout from around the corner.

The expressions of the two maids changed. Without any time to do anything else, they immediately bowed at 90 degrees and saluted at the other end of the corridor: "Good morning, Miss."

At the end of the extended red carpet, a slender figure came into view.

The morning sunlight slants into the house, and is refracted by the glass and metal decorations and spreads throughout the interior, making the corridor space very bright.
Chapter completed!