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The bustling ancient castle finally returned to calm.

The top floor belonging to Raymond was cleaned up clean without any odor.

The little maid who was originally responsible for cleaning up the basement was transferred to Raymond's side and became his exclusive maid.

In the silent room, only the rustling of turning pages was heard. Raymond, who occasionally ate the fruit delivered to his mouth, concentrated without any expression on his face.

The maid named Amelie, who was carefully peeling fruit next to her, still wore the black and white maid's uniform, just because Raymond said he liked her in such an outfit.

The fruit plate on the table was empty. Amelie wanted to ask if the young man needed anything else, but Amelie's timid and tender voice made her words seem like a light hum, which made her face even redder.

Amelie was a domestic servant born in the Tolly family, so her education was not a problem. She would not forget the distinction between master and servant or dare to forget her original identity because of the master's favor.

Although her sisters in the ancient castle congratulated her for that night's embrace, she herself was very clear that nothing happened that night.

Although the young master rubbed and fondled her breasts and fell asleep, neither of their clothes were taken off that night.

Thinking of this, Amelie felt hot all over again. She knew her face must be flushed.

This somewhat gloomy young man seldom spoke. His hobbies were rather peculiar.

For more than ten days, the quiet ancient castle echoed with recitations, and he lay quietly with his eyes closed, listening as if asleep.

Astronomy, geography, history, and even secret palace rumors, he slowly listened to them all.

The distracted Amelie unconsciously pouted, frowned, and two dimples appeared on her tender cheeks.

"What are you thinking? Your expression is so strange?"

Suddenly a voice came from beside her ear, startling Amelie. She suddenly realized that the young man sitting in the chair, who did not know when, was squinting at her.

Raymond, who had just finished checking the progress of the chip, found that the expression of the maid Amelie sitting on the stool had become somewhat strange.

For a while red, for a while pale, but her upturned mouth corners and two adorable dimples made her look more charming.

Raymond's question seemed to frighten Amelie. Her rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale. Her lively and pitch-black eyes were a little flustered, which Raymond felt was very cute.

Her voice was a little out of tune, but Amelie recovered quickly and respectfully asked, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

An impulse suddenly rising in his heart made Raymond pinch Amelie's cheek gently, then frown and order, "Prepare the carriage. I'm going to the City Lord's Mansion."

The sudden intimacy made Amelie blush. With a soft coquettish sound, she quickly ran out to arrange it.

"I don't know how she takes care of her face. It's so smooth..." Raymond muttered softly until he got into the carriage. His fingertips still lingered with a fragrance.

Accompanied by the sound of the wheels, sitting in the carriage heading to the City Lord's Mansion, Raymond took a deep breath. His spirit was very excited because he had finally seen results after more than ten days of effort.

No one could understand what Raymond had been doing for more than ten days.

The recitations of the two beautiful female students stored Common Tongue and Spartan in full in the chip.

The aged scholar stored the three thick Ancient Tollys books in their entirety.

This Ancient Tollys was said to be the exclusive language used by wizards, like mosquitoes, but this text and language were very obscure and difficult to learn.

Through the chip's efforts, only half of it has been translated so far due to its awkward words, special grammar, and strange pronunciations, making this language almost extinct among civilians.

This learned old man could recognize this text and master the pronunciation of this language because he had followed a wizard apprentice. Raymond also extracted a lot of information about wizards from conversations with this old man.

The other four texts could not be dealt with.

Although the chip scanned all the texts into the storage area and completed the analysis of word roots, without pronunciation and translation and correction, Raymond could not master them and had to wait.

Squinting his eyes with satisfaction, Raymond listened to the sound of wheels outside the carriage and silently asked the chip, "How much has the complete transformation of pronunciation been completed?"

"Task established, start analysis..."

"Spartan will require 16 hours for complete conversion; Ancient Tollys will require 78 hours for complete conversion."

Hearing the chip's reply, Raymond felt that the chip's operating speed seemed to have increased significantly.

It took the chip more than ten days to thoroughly edit, translate, and correct the language of the black bears.

However, in the ten days of storage conversion in the ancient castle, three languages with completely different systems had been thoroughly translated and corrected. Even the most challenging Ancient Tollys would be ready in a few days.

Once these languages were completely corrected by the chip, the chip could directly store the three languages in Raymond's memory area, allowing him to use them fluently. Thinking of this, Raymond's mood became even better.

No matter what, the increase in the chip's computing speed was good for Raymond, although such an increase in computing speed was somewhat inexplicable.

The squeaking of wheels soon became lighter, and the speed of the vehicle slowed down. Mai Gao's voice came from outside the car: "Sir, the City Lord's Mansion is here."

Calming his mind, Raymond made the smile on his face disappear, tidied up his collar, and slowly got out of the car.

The old steward of the City Lord's Mansion had long been waiting at the door. He respectfully led Raymond to Hayden Vincent's study. On the way, the steward specially told him that Hayden Vincent was receiving an old friend.

Just before walking into Hayden Vincent's study, Raymond stopped and turned his head to squint at the steward.

Raymond could understand the hidden meaning in the steward's words, but Raymond did not intend to accept it.

Because today Hayden Vincent was receiving someone from Heihe Valley.

Raymond's fierce eyes made the steward cringe. Not wanting to embarrass him, Raymond drove him away as soon as he reached the only corridor leading to Hayden Vincent's study.

But before Raymond entered the corridor, a burst of loud laughter came from the wide-open study: "Hayden Vincent! Do you think a little boy can have the strength of a Level 3 apprentice? Moreover, this little boy has a strange hobby of phonophilia..."

Hayden Vincent's somewhat embarrassed agreement also came to Raymond's ears. Frowning, Raymond strode over...