Whose world-class drama are they criticizing?

That's the truth.

From the age of seven, Lawrence would find beautiful young girls, such as noble ladies and saintesses of the papacy, and say strange things like, "These girls are all your future mothers-in-law, so call them 'Mom'."

My son will definitely marry a young woman.

Lawrence had a very deep plan; by the time Ryan grew up, these beautiful girls had all become beautiful young women.

He could marry their daughter.

Ryan thought she was his childhood sweetheart, but it turned out to be his childhood sweetheart's mother-in-law.

This tormented Ryan, leaving him physically and mentally exhausted.

"That's really tragic." Matthew felt genuine sympathy after hearing Ryan's words.

No wonder, now everything makes sense.

No wonder Ryan was able to design such a terrible world; it all stemmed from his tragic childhood.

“They called me a piece of trash and forced me into the most unwanted shackles against my will.”

Ryan spoke with increasing sincerity: "My future is just too heavy."

The burden of carrying six officials from one region and three provinces on his shoulders was simply too heavy for Lu Ming, the head of the Lu family.

Ryan's shoulders simply couldn't lift it.

Duncan listened to Ryan's words and felt the same way.

The Rune family is a hereditary magic family. Although he was the eldest son, he had thirteen older brothers and sisters, making it extremely difficult for him to inherit the position of family head. So he bullied all thirteen of his older brothers and sisters.

"Then how did you escape from Lu Ming's house?" Matthew asked again.

“I escaped by defeating the paladin who tried to stop me,” Ryan replied, “to avoid the fate of becoming a tool.”

This is the absolute truth; he did indeed defeat Miss Helen in order to escape.

Otherwise, they would have become playthings for women by now.

"A tool of the family?"

Matthew and Duncan both sighed, recalling their tragic pasts, how they had lost their will and dreams, and become mere tools for their families.

Matthew, for example, is the pastor's scalpel.

Dunn is the book of magicians.

Judging from this guy's past, he's probably a dagger user in the Dark Division.

Ryan was embarrassed to call it a woman's clitoris.

"My dear brothers."

Matthew bowed once. “Since we have communicated so much, you should all be able to guess each other’s identities. In that case, let’s be frank with each other.”

Duncan agreed, laughing heartily, "Let's not talk about code names, let's just reveal our real names."

Ryan nodded in agreement.

“I am actually Ryan Lumin of the Lumin family,” Duncan said.

“I am actually Ryan Luming of the Luming family,” Matthew said.

“I’m actually Kiri Straw from the Straw family,” Ryan said. “Huh?”

The three of them spoke in unison.

You two are still playing Ryan Luming!

Ryan's eyes widened in disbelief. What happened to the promise of honesty and openness?

What kind of game is this...?

Duncan and Matthew were surprised to find that the other person had said the same thing. They smiled at each other, realizing that they were truly on the same wavelength.

Brother Kiri is still not tacit enough, not wise enough.

“Kiri,” Matthew explained, “tell me you’re also Ryan Lumin.”

"In this way, all the bad things we did in Graydead City can be pinned on Ryan, and the Lu Ming family's honor will inevitably plummet to rock bottom."

Duncan smiled confidently, showing that he was not only a powerful figure but also a wise one.

Ryan has recently gained a very high reputation in the Land of No Light. If this hypocrite's reputation is ruined, no more refugees will come to him.

The three of them are more cunning than their own backsides.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Ryan's face darkened, and he said helplessly, "I am actually Ryan Lumin."

He is the only honest and good child.

“That’s right. It’s that matter-of-fact expression.” Duncan patted Ryan on the shoulder dramatically. “I never knew you had such a talent for acting, Ryan.”

“Indeed,” Matthew nodded. “His acting was even more convincing than mine.”

"We'll split into three groups and loot and bully the city, while declaring ourselves Ryan Lumin to disperse the guards."

Duncan had planned his escape route: "Since I'm not coming back anyway, I'll make a big profit and leave."

All the communication just now was done using the magic telepathy system.

What I'm afraid of is that others will overhear.

Now that the three of them have been completely honest with each other, and they have acquired Ryan's seeds and forging materials, it's time to withdraw from Graydead City.

Ryan was undoubtedly first in this competition, Duncan was second, and Matthew was third. The three of them planned to take the prize and then leave.

I don't know what the reward is.

After waiting in the lounge for a while, a man dressed as a butler pushed open the door and entered. He was also covered in fine curses, and his skin had the dullness characteristic of the Gray Death. Half of his body was shrouded in gray, and his golden-brown eyes looked like snakes.

He was followed by attendants carrying heavy boxes.

“Mr. Matthew Luther,” the deacon said to Matthew, “you came in third place, and your prize is ten boxes of secret medicine.”

Matthew was startled, suddenly found himself in a box. He quickly waved his hands, "Hey, I'm Lai..."

"The city lord knows everyone's information."

The attendant smiled and said, "Please rest assured, Graydead City is the most tolerant country in the Land of No Light. Whether you are cursed or human, you are all equal in Graydead City. We will not force you to stay or leave."

“Mr. Duncan Rune,” the deacon said again to Duncan, “you came in second place, and the reward is ten mid-grade forging stones.”

Duncan snorted coldly, his hand remaining firmly in the scabbard, never letting his guard down for a moment.

His extraordinary wisdom failed, and rightly so, Ryan does have a horse face.

Duncan thought to himself, "But I'm too handsome, so of course I'll be exposed."

"As for you."

The deacon turned to Mr. Ryan Lumin and said, "Mr. Ryan Lumin, you are number one."

"Wait a minute," Duncan and Matthew burst into laughter, pointing at the butler's nose. "Haha, you've been fooled, haven't you? Actually, he is... um? Wait a minute?"

“I already said,” the deacon said with a smile, “the city lord knows everything about everyone, just as [Death] knows the names of all living beings.”

Duncan and Matthew turned around abruptly to look at Ryan, "?! Huh?!"

“I’ve told the truth, Mr. Duncan, Mr. Matthew.”

Ryan removed his hood and the mimicry mask covering his face, revealing his pale silver eyes. He calmly gazed at the butler and said:

“I am Ryan Lumin.”

Unnoticed by anyone, Ryan's shadow had already reached the servant's feet.

“Mr. Ryan Lumin”.

The attendant continued to smile.

"Your reward is—the qualification to have an audience with [Death]."

Living a leisurely, slow-paced life with Miss Elf, Part 1

Ryan was an extraordinary child from a young age.

When I first met Ryan, he was just a little boy with some messy blond hair on his cheeks, wearing a white silk robe that trailed on the ground, and his bright white eyes looked timid as he hid behind the head of the family.

Sunlight streamed through the courtyard, its rays refracting through the window frames into a disheveled golden hue, much like the strands of Lu Ming's hair.

It has the scent of the midsummer sun.

I was only a year older than Ryan at the time. I was an orphan picked up by Lu Ming's secret service. The Lu Ming family had been kind to me, and I was quite nervous when I heard that I was going to take care of a nobleman's son.

Having a wife with a youthful appearance is an open secret in aristocratic circles.

But when I saw Ryan Lumin like this, I felt relieved; he was just a shy and innocent kid.

He peeked out furtively, glanced at me, and then quickly withdrew his head, perhaps afraid that I would notice. Like an innocent fawn, I couldn't help but want to tease him when I saw such a child.

“Mr. Ryan.” I coughed, straightened my chest, and my elven ears perked up. I stood on tiptoe, deliberately striking a grown-up pose. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

He became even more shy.

"Nice to meet you,"

Mustering his courage, he said timidly:

"Mother."

ha?

From that moment on, I knew: Ryan was an extraordinary child.

He will surely achieve great things in the future.

—Jasmine. Lu Mingshu.

Outside the courtyard, the green trees are tall and the cicadas are chirping. Because the half-elf lady became a foster mother for the first time, which was too sudden, she took a day off to sort out her thoughts and will continue to update tomorrow, meow.

Chapter 107 Ryan: Am I going to die too?

Am I going to die too?

Ryan asked.

"Correct."

The attendant nodded.

"Is it possible to never die?" Ryan asked.

"No."

The attendant shook his head. "This is your destined reward."

"When will you die?" Ryan asked again.

“We don’t know either. No one can know the time of death,” the attendant replied. “Your destined death will come to visit you.”

"Can I leave now?"

"I asked, stepping on my shadow, my eyes blazing," Ryan asked.

He was too lazy to play riddles with these kinds of people, and always preferred to wrap common sense nonsense into a bunch of obscure and difficult sentences to make them seem sophisticated.

Ryan's tired of this trick.

Miss Jasmine's shadow loomed over the servant's throat, waiting for her chance to strike. Jasmine and he had agreed on a secret signal beforehand, and as soon as Ryan loosened his grip, Miss Jasmine would slit his throat.

“Of course…” The servant had barely finished speaking when Ryan’s shadow slit his throat.

"Oh, I haven't let go of my foot yet!"

Ryan watched helplessly as his servant bled profusely before his eyes.

“Hey…” Miss Jasmine peeked out from the shadows. The half-elf was covered in wheat grains and smelled of rice. She spat out several times, “You stepped on my breathing hole, I can’t hold my breath.”

The shadow space was filled with food, and Miss Jasmine breathed through a straw.

“...I’m sorry.” Ryan apologized.