Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

Chapter 78 Instantly corrupts Hazel

Hazel led An Ruowang away from the small living room on the second floor and to the backyard on the first floor.

She walked ahead of him, her sky-blue skirt gently sweeping through the flowers, occasionally stirring up a few petals that had fallen to the ground.

Her back was ramrod straight, but her steps were much lighter than when she was in the living room, clearly indicating that she was in a good mood.

An Ruowang lagged half a step behind, following her at a leisurely pace, her gaze sweeping over the meticulously maintained garden.

A cobblestone path winds forward, flanked by blooming flowers of all colors—crimson, pink, white, and deep purple—a truly vibrant tapestry of colors.

Layer upon layer of petals trembled gently in the breeze, releasing a rich fragrance.

The afternoon sun shone through the sparse clouds, casting dappled shadows among the neatly trimmed shrubs and flowerbeds.

Although the environment in Backlund as a whole is not good and the weather is always gloomy, this is also divided into different areas.

The core areas where the upper class lives are generally located upwind of the city, so the environment is usually relatively good.

Moreover, this area is also close to a suburb of Backlund, where the Blood Emperor Tudor ascended to godhood. The weather there is permanently affected by the "Red Priest" who ascended to godhood, so it is basically sunny every day, and the environment is quite nice.

However, for An Ruowang, it was only relatively not that bad.

More than the environment, he suddenly thought of the class differences in the Kingdom of Rune.

Like Dai Ying, whom he knew well, he also went through a process similar to the enclosure movement, a process of "sheep eating people".

Aside from the inevitability of productivity development brought about by Russell, this is probably also the result of Adam secretly manipulating the historical trend and cosplaying Earth's history?

Farmers who lost their land were forced to flock to the cities and become cheap labor in factories. The fruits of their labor were then continuously supplied to mansions like the one before us, becoming the capital for the upper class to enjoy life.

Humans cannot imagine things they have never seen.

As for the villas of the upper class in the Kingdom of Rune, ordinary Rune people would hardly be able to imagine how big they are unless they have seen them with their own eyes.

At the beginning of the story, Moretti's family of three lived in a place without even a private bathroom, only a communal shower room.

That was the daily life of Moretti's family before Zhou Mingrui was released, and it was also the daily life of countless lower-middle-class citizens in Luen.

But the environment where Moretti's family lived could barely be described by them as "Middle Street".

The Moretti family knew a family that had to move to the "lower street" on the same street after the father, who was the breadwinner, was injured and lost his job.

The family of five had to live in one room, with three sleeping in bunk beds and two on the floor. They were even thinking of subletting the remaining floor space to others in exchange for a small amount of rent.

And this room is even smaller than a bathroom in this villa.

Not to mention the garden.

The neatly trimmed lawns, the blooming flowers, the cobblestone paths for strolling, and the gazebo for the owner to rest—their combined area is probably larger than the entire apartment building where the family of five lives.

However, this has nothing to do with An Ruowang.

His villa was even more luxurious than Maht's.

People in this world have their own lives and destinies, and even if they really need to be saved, they should be the ones who save themselves.

Whether you call it the indifference of a time traveler towards their pseudo-kin, or the arrogance of the creator, An Ruowang simply had a slight interest in observing humans and society, and planned to take some time to make a record, playing the role of "recorder" in advance.

Honestly, if it were before he transmigrated, being able to personally observe the political, economic, and social landscape of a period similar to the Victorian era would be an extremely valuable first-hand historical resource.

This is similar to the digital modeling of the game Assassin's Creed Unity, used for Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris that needed to be rebuilt after the fire.

The picture that historians had painstakingly pieced together from archives and fragments was now right before his eyes.

If An Ruowang had been able to conduct an on-site investigation with the perspective of a researcher, as he does now, he could easily have published several papers in top journals.

He snapped out of his thoughts and followed Hazel to a pavilion deep in the garden.

The pavilion is small, constructed entirely of milky-white stone pillars. Four round pillars support the dome, and the pillars are covered with lush green ivy. Inside the pavilion is a small round marble table and matching chairs.

Hazel stopped and turned around.

She lifted her skirt and sat down on the chair with elegant and natural movements: "This is fine. The servants won't come over, and no one will know what we talked about next."

An Ruowang casually sat down on another chair, leaning back as if she were in her own living room.

Hazel was somewhat surprised and intrigued, but she didn't mince words: "Perhaps because you're new here, you still have some learning to do in terms of etiquette in Ruen. Perhaps you'd like to hire an etiquette teacher?"

In Loen's high society, young men are expected to maintain proper decorum in front of women.

Especially when meeting a noble lady for the first time, one should be extra careful to observe etiquette.

The men she met were generally reserved and aloof in front of her.

In other words, it's just pretending to be dead.

An Ruowang looked at her calmly, clasped his hands together, crossed one leg over the other, and smiled slightly: "The rules of mortals are naturally meant to restrain mortals, aren't they, Miss Hazel?"

Of course, people from the motherland can do whatever they want.

Hazel was taken aback, not expecting that the other party would not try to hide anything or test her, but would directly and frankly admit that she was one of her kind.

Moreover, he seemed to disregard the etiquette and rules of Ruen from the bottom of his heart, doing whatever made him comfortable.

The certainty and self-assurance in his voice made him even more arrogant than she was.

But yes, that's exactly what extraordinary people should look like!

Hazel realized she was still too limited in her thinking, so she nodded in deep agreement, "You're right!"

As she spoke, she simply stopped putting on airs as a noble lady and began to sit more unrestrainedly.

She imitated An Ruowang, first slightly loosening her straight back and leaning her body against the back of the chair.

The feeling of relaxation was both novel and thrilling, with a touch of the excitement of doing something wrong or transgressing.

Hazel blinked, feeling it wasn't enough, so she leaned back completely, placed her hands on the armrests of the chair, and raised her chin slightly, her posture as unrestrained as a queen sitting on her throne.

Her sky-blue skirt trailed down beside the stone bench, and one of her legs even swayed slightly involuntarily.

If she weren't afraid of exposing herself, she would have liked to cross her legs like An Ruowang.

To be honest, the feeling of doing whatever I want and trampling on and humiliating Rune's etiquette and rules is actually pretty damn satisfying.

Hazel looked at An Ruowang, a hint of childish smugness flashing in her deep brown eyes: "Hmph, how about now?"