166: Chapter 166 Recent Gains Review! The Prayer of the Young Girl Selvie

Inside the bedroom.

After an unknown amount of time...

The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased; the room was silent.

Helena fell into a deep sleep.

Her long hair was spread out, and her breathing was steady and long.

On the bedsheet, a red plum blossom quietly bloomed.

Rowan's gaze swept over it, and he chuckled.

Every flower has its own unique flavor and touch.

And a succubus's perception can maximize those subtle differences, giving him novel experiences and maintaining the passion of a gardener.

He leaned against the headboard, stroking Helena's tranquil sleeping face, and began his routine inventory of gains.

The panel unfolded silently in his mind:

[Charm lv3 Proficiency +96]

[Drain lv3 Proficiency +360]

[Gained Free Attribute Points +1120]

Another generous reward.

The first blooming of a ninety-point girl; the emotional energy it contained was of extremely high quality.

Although slightly lower than Cecilia's time, it was almost the same.

During the contact just now, he also deeply explored the extraordinary trait within Helena's body.

The result was even more interesting than he had expected.

Helena's extraordinary trait was not a single attribute, but rather a composite trait.

Its core was mainly composed of three attribute currents:

One was like a trickling stream, gentle and profound, carrying the meaning of purification and inclusion.

One was like thick, fertile soil, steady and resilient, containing the power of growth and support.

And another, though relatively weak, carried the traits of purity and warmth.

Water system, Earth system, Light system.

This was a quite excellent composite talent combination, possessing the agility and healing potential of the Water system, the stability and defense of the Earth system, and the purification power of the Light system.

The future development directions were quite broad.

However, Rowan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Light system...

In Ice Lake City, he had already learned the general prices of various magic inheritances from Viscount Hawke.

Inheritances involving rare magic systems like Light and Dark, Time and Space, and Fate were extremely expensive.

A complete Light system inheritance up to the third circle would start at three thousand magic crystals, or even higher.

Clearly—

He... couldn't afford it...

"I won't think about this for now." Rowan made a choice in his heart.

"Fortunately, meditation methods are universal across systems; only the specific spell construction and rule analysis knowledge differ."

"I can first purchase a meditation method with a solid foundation for her, preferably a universal type with strong compatibility, and then gradually add elemental spell knowledge modules based on her subsequent development."

"Finally, consider the Light system."

In this way, he could let her step onto the extraordinary path as soon as possible and lay a solid foundation, while also retaining the possibility of developing to a higher level in the future.

He looked down at the woman sleeping close to him, and the succubus's special perception silently probed toward her abdomen.

There, two new life signatures had already stabilized, like a pair of sleeping seeds, quietly taking root in the warm soil.

Just like Cecilia, there were two.

A satisfied curve hooked at the corner of Rowan's mouth.

Then he looked at the panel in his mind.

[born succubus more children more blessings system]

[Name]: Rowan Flynn

[Age]: 22

[Current Qualified Partners]:

Sylvia Latour (92 points)

Aria Windsor (93 points)

Elena Farrell (90 points)

Cecilia White (91 points)

Helena Payne (90 points)

[Current Number of Offspring]: 7

...

[Inherent Class]: Succubus

[Inherent Skills]:

Charm lv3 (2806/10000)

Drain lv3 (831/10000)

Remaining Free Attribute Points: 2811

[Second Class]: Myriad Knight

[Class Skills]:

Myriad Furnace Breathing Technique lv3 (2262/30000) (Low-tier Great Knight)

Current Traits: [Annihilation (Light Purple)], [Vampire Prince (Purple)], [Fire Bearer (Purple)]

Winter Oath-Keeper Swordsmanship lv3 (1863/5000)

Silent Pilgrimage Archery lv3 (2034/5000)

[Qualified Offspring Number milestone Rewards]:

7: Obtain [Random Class Card ×1, Random Class Skill Card ×2] (Claimed)

14: Obtain [Designated Class Card ×1, Designated Class Skill Card ×2]

28: Obtain [Random Saint-tier Class Card ×1, Random Saint-tier Class Skill Card ×2]

Now, he already had five qualified partners.

Four of them were pregnant.

Specifically:

Aria, three.

Elena, two.

Cecilia, two.

Helena, two.

A total of nine children were being nurtured.

When the time comes for the fruit to ripen.

That will be when he reaches the next milestone.

And the proficiency of the Breathing Technique, after smelting the blood essence of two Great Knight-level powerhouses, Red Butcher Knight and Viscount Willis, had also risen back to over two thousand points.

The progress of [Vampire Prince] was extremely fast, but compared to [Succubus], it was still far behind.

Now that he had three permanent qualified partners providing stable output, plus the garden of over a hundred people in the castle waiting for him to gradually cultivate, the speed of obtaining free attribute points would only get faster and faster.

Everything was on the right track.

After finishing the inventory, he pulled the warm, soft body beside him into his arms and also fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next day, in the study.

Rowan sat behind the desk, with several reports just delivered from various places spread out before him.

He was holding a pen, signing at the end of a document.

Just then.

Light footsteps came from outside the door.

Followed by a knock.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open gently, and the figure of the head maid, Elise, appeared at the door.

She curtsied slightly to Rowan and said:

"My Lord, Miss Selvie Hagg requests an audience, saying... she has something to report to My Lord in person."

Selvie Hagg?

Rowan put down his quill, tilted his head slightly, and searched for this name in his memory.

Soon, the face of a young and beautiful girl appeared in his mind.

She was one of the selected participants from the Beauty Pageant.

Rated A, with a score of 84, skilled in business operations, tax accounting, and ledger management...

The information submitted by the Chamber of Commerce at the time mentioned that she came from a tax official's family and had been influenced since childhood, possessing an extraordinary sensitivity to numbers and accounts.

An A-rank girl suddenly seeking an audience on her own initiative?

This was somewhat unexpected.

After a moment's thought, he nodded and said:

"Let her in."

Soon, a slender figure appeared at the door.

Rowan looked over.

The girl before him had soft features with a fresh and neat Charm.

But at this moment, her eyes were slightly red, and her pearly teeth were lightly biting her lower lip, looking somewhat nervous and uneasy.

She walked into the study, stopping a few steps away from the desk. Instead of performing a curtsy like a typical young lady, her knees bent, and she knelt straight down, saying:

"My Lord!"

"Please... spare my father!"

"I am willing... willing to pay ten times the compensation for the losses he caused you!"

Rowan had originally been carefully sizing up this girl who had suddenly sought an audience.

Hearing these words, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

He put down the quill he was playing with, leaned forward slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Your father?" He frowned slightly, confirming he hadn't misheard. "Who is your father? I don't seem to... remember ever ordering anyone to target him."

Hearing this, Selvie suddenly raised her head, her tearful eyes filled with a trace of astonishment.

She looked at Rowan's eyes, which didn't seem to be faking, and her heart skipped a beat. The explanation she had prepared was suddenly stuck in her throat.

She opened her mouth, her voice becoming somewhat timid:

"My father... is Toby Hague, a tax official at the City Hall."

"He once... once when My Lord was still serving as the acting lord of White Cliff Territory, went to your territory to collect an... extra tax..."

By the end, her voice grew lower and lower, and her head hung down.

Toby Hague.

This name?

He remembered.

That arrogant tax official.

Later, because of that, he had taken down Little Nightingale and killed Ravenna, but he had never again thought of the tax official, a minor character who was just executing orders.

Rowan's gaze fell back on the girl in front of him, and he began to examine her closely.

She knelt on the ground, her head slightly lowered. The stray hairs on her forehead slipped down, covering her delicate eyes and only revealing her perky nose.

Light shone obliquely from the side window, outlining the slender lines of her neck, where there was a tiny mole just above her collarbone, flickering in and out of sight.

Selvie felt Rowan's undisguised, scrutinizing gaze slowly sweep across her body and couldn't help but shrink back slightly.

But then, she bit her lip hard again, forcing herself to raise her tearful eyes to meet that scrutinizing gaze.

Rowan found it somewhat interesting.

He leaned back, changing to a more relaxed posture, his tone carrying a hint of casual curiosity:

"I don't remember giving any orders targeting your father. What happened to him?"

Hearing this, Selvie was stunned again.

It wasn't The Count's order? Then...

Her thoughts raced, but she still answered truthfully: "My father... yesterday afternoon, he was suddenly taken away from home, stripped of all his duties, and directly locked in the city's dungeon."

"My family went to inquire, and they only said they were acting according to the law. As for the specific situation... no one is willing to disclose it."

Rowan raised an eyebrow slightly and turned his gaze to Elise, who was standing by.

Elise had been listening quietly on the side.

Seeing Rowan's gaze now, she thought for a moment and then reported in a low voice:

"My Lord, recently Jeremy, the head of the Finance Department, has been vigorously rectifying the entire department, auditing past accounts, and installing personnel he trusts."

"Toby Hague was a tax official during the previous Earl's time. Perhaps... some old accounts were dug up, and he was chosen by Chief Jeremy as an object to establish authority or to purge."

Pausing, she added another sentence:

"It's also possible that Chief Jeremy found the record of that extra tax targeting White Cliff Territory..."

After listening, Rowan understood.

It was likely the latter.

That old bureaucrat Jeremy had a very keen sense of smell and knew how to cater to his superior's preferences.

But it wasn't a bad thing.

He looked at Selvie, who was still kneeling on the ground with anxiety and hope in her eyes, and a smile of interest couldn't help but hook at the corner of his mouth.

"You just said... ten times the compensation?"

He repeated her words from earlier, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

Selvie's heart tightened, and she quickly nodded, saying cautiously: "Yes, My Lord.

"I... I won tenth place in the Beauty Pageant this time, and there is a considerable prize.

"I am willing to take out all this money and compensate My Lord, to make up for my father's mistake back then."

Rowan looked at the cautious appearance of the girl before him and laughed in spite of himself.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it made Selvie's heart jump.

"Alright, get up." Rowan waved his hand, his tone returning to his usual casualness:

"For the sake of your sincerity, I will give you an order."

He picked up the quill again, spread out a blank piece of parchment, dipped the tip in ink, and with a few swift strokes, wrote a brief release order, signing his name at the end.

He blew the parchment dry, folded it, and handed it to Elise: "Give it to Miss Selvie."

Elise took it and handed it to Selvie.

Selvie held the light piece of parchment in both hands, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't help but roll down. She repeatedly bowed to Rowan in gratitude:

"Thank you, My Lord! This kindness, Selvie... Selvie will definitely keep it in my heart!"

She said this.

While haphazardly wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

She was somewhat impatient to take her leave.

After receiving Rowan's permission.

She turned and walked quickly toward the door, preparing to go to the city prison immediately to rescue her father.

Just as she was about to go out, Rowan's unhurried voice came from behind her:

"By the way."

Selvie's footsteps came to a sudden halt.

Rowan leaned against the back of his chair, looking at the girl's back, which was tense with nervousness, and suddenly felt a bit of interest.

So, with a hint of casualness, he said:

"Tonight, remember to come to my room."

Hearing this, Selvie's back visibly stiffened.

Her fingers gripping the doorknob tightened slightly.

The study was silent for a few seconds.

Then, in a voice that was slightly trembling but trying hard to remain calm, she softly replied:

"Yes, My Lord."

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