Following the volatile misunderstanding in the study, and a deep conversation with Ramon, Leylin decided to spend some time staying with the Greg family in Linthin Town, taking up residence as the guest of honor within the City Lord's mansion.
Ramon carefully secured this arrangement, issuing a sweeping decree to all his retainers and household forces that Leylin's words were to be treated as entirely equivalent to his own.
Although a few of the distant retainers were deeply confused by the sudden, unprecedented turn of events, the elite guards who had personally witnessed Leylin's terrifying display within the office possessed a chilling understanding of exactly how ferocious this gentle looking man truly was.
He was an incredibly formidable powerhouse, and the family knew it was best to maintain a positive connection with him.
Having an ally of Leylin's caliber would effortlessly elevate the standing of the Greg family to a whole new level, transforming them from the mere guardians of a remote outskirts outpost into a faction capable of creating waves within the empire's central governance.
To ensure his absolute comfort, Leylin was immediately assigned a dedicated unit of private guards and elite servants, including a flock of beautiful maids.
One of these handmades possessed a distinct, exotic beastkin bloodline. Such altered lineages were far from a rarity within the Magus World; they were typically the historical remnants of high-tier experiments conducted by ancient Magi, though some were simply the biological products of unusual, trans-species conceptions.
Wasting no time on luxury, Leylin quickly made his way to the library and private collection of the Greg family, the singular asset in the entire estate that genuinely interested him.
Utilizing the full ability of A.I Chip, he began to record all the available literature stored within the shelves.
The A.I. Chip worked at an extreme computational velocity, logging everything from the foundational basics of the world to its ancient historical timelines, geographical layouts, and political landscapes.
He thoroughly mapped out the origins and complex history of the Beast Tamers, the legends surrounding hidden ancient families endowed with rumored supernatural abilities, the biological traits of various indigenous beasts, and the diverse beast-taming techniques that varied drastically from one historical school of thought to another.
In a matter of days, Leylin had seamlessly processed texts that even Ramon himself had never managed to read in his entire lifetime, combining the data to form an integrated, flawless outlook backed by the simulation capabilities of A.I Chip.
Through this research, Leylin continuously compared the local mechanics to the laws of his home continent.
Within the Magus World, there existed the distinct concept of a Magus Companion. A true companion was far from a simple beast or a common riding mount; it required the execution of a strict, soul-binding spirit contract, and a Magus could only ever bind themselves to a single magical pet or companion across their entire lifetime.
Not only did high-grade magical pets possess amazing battle power, but their internal energy cores could also actively enhance a Magus's native spellcasting or physical attributes.
Legendary creatures were even rumored to possess the miraculous ability to help a Magus smoothly break through difficult cultivation bottlenecks.
Leylin had been searching for a magical pet that was compatible with him for a long time, but such a match was exceptionally difficult to locate in the wild, relying entirely on absolute luck.
Consequently, he had yet to make a final decision on his companion. But landing here within this unexpected, untamed universe, he was entirely confident that he would eventually locate an entity perfectly matching his status as a Rank 3 Warlock endowed with Morning Star potential and a high-purity Giant Kemoyin Serpent bloodline.
Over the course of the next few days, Leylin regularly ventured out into the busy avenues of Linthin Town alongside France.
He meticulously examined the local markets, sampling various regional delicacies and analyzing the different types of magical items circulating through the trade hubs.
He discovered several rare, unseen natural resources that intrigued his alchemical interests, alongside various ancient, yet incomplete beast-taming manuscripts resting inside the local beast pavilions.
Leylin also casually purchased a small collection of low-level native beasts to undergo a series of private laboratory experiments.
His primary focus remained locked on completely breaking down the mechanics of the local Spirit Aura; mastering this environmental variable was the required for him to genuinely integrate into this world's and permanently remove the law suppression currently imposed upon his body.
Later that week, a grand gathering was arranged within the primary wing of the estate.
Inside the great dining hall of the City Lord's mansion, a magnificent feast was laid out across a massive, polished banquet table.
Dozens of silent, well-trained servants moved elegantly through the warm light, catering to every minor need of the guests.
The veteran Silver Knight, Gill, stood rigidly near the perimeter of the room.
Tragically, the young knight Eta had recently succumbed to the horrific trauma of his severe injuries and blood loss, passing away in the medical wing. Yet, within the cold calculus of the nobility, absolutely nobody cared about the expiration of a common guard; his family back in the district had already been quietly compensated with a heavy sack of gold coins, completely wiping the matter from the household ledgers.
The long table groaned under the weight of countless exotic delicacies, expensive vintage wines, and premium smoking pipes venting thin trails of aromatic spice into the air.
Leylin sat at the head seat of the table, with the core members of the Greg family arranged respectfully around his flanks.
Sitting nearby were Ramon and his two legitimate children, France and Derick. Ramon's legal wife had passed away years ago; and though the Viscount maintained a substantial number of mistresses and harbored several bastard children throughout the outer estates, none of them possessed the social status to sit anywhere near a high noble of Leylin's caliber. Consequently, Ramon had strictly forbidden them from entering the hall.
Leylin dined with a mesmerizing aristocratic grace. The moment he finished his meal and set his cutlery down, everyone else at the table instantly stopped eating in absolute synchronization, lowering their forks out of respect.
The attentive maids quickly stepped forward to clear the table, resetting the surface with a lavish arrangement of premium desserts. Leylin casually raised a glass of chilled fruit wine to his lips, his dark, piercing gaze shifting across the table to lock directly onto the fragile form of Derick.
Over the past few days, in a bid to maintain a flawless family image before their esteemed guest, Derick had completely stopped hanging around his usual circle of degenerate, wealthy friends.
Several rival noble families within Linthin Town had attempted to utilize their past connections with him to probe for information regarding Leylin's true identity and origins, but Derick was far from an idiot.
Terrified of the stranger's staggering power, he had immediately severed all communications with his old associates, locking himself inside the estate to avoid accidentally bringing a cataclysmic calamity down upon his household.
Leylin swirled the amber liquid in his glass, looking deeply into the young man's eyes before offering a casual, low suggestion. "Derick... looking over your physical condition, I find myself wondering why you have not chosen to walk the Warrior path?"
The question hit the silent room like a thunderclap. Derick stiffened instantly, a look of shock flitting across his pale features, quickly followed by a flash of deep, internal offense.
Within the strict social hierarchy of this world, the Warrior path was considered a subpar, low-class pursuit positioned vastly beneath the glory of the Beast Tamers.
Although it was an absolute public disgrace that Derick had been born entirely hopeless with zero spiritual talent to contract beasts, forcing him to embrace the martial path of a common Warrior felt like choosing the role of a servant.
It was a humiliation his pride could barely accept. Yet, well aware that he could not afford to offend the Leylin sitting at the head seat, he merely bit his lip, adopting a deeply wronged, helpless expression as he turned a pleading gaze toward his father.
Before Ramon could even begin to open his mouth to smooth over the tension, Leylin let out a light, amused laugh that cut through the silence of the hall.
"Leave it," Leylin said carelessly, waving his slender hand to dismiss the heavy atmosphere. "If I were to press the matter, your father would undoubtedly force you onto the warrior path this very evening simply to please my whims. If you harbor no desire for it... then there is no problem at all. However... you should just keep in mind that the specific warrior path I offer is entirely different from what you are accustomed to."
After dropping that cryptic statement, Leylin casually sipped his fruit wine, completely ignoring the intense, burning looks of curiosity that instantly locked onto his face from every corner of the room especially from the wide, star-struck eyes of the veteran Gill.
"Lord Ramon, did you arrange the letter of recommendation for me?" Leylin suddenly asked as he packed some herbs onto a smocking pipe.
"Yes, Your Eminence. It has already been done and we have also gotten a response, with my brother writing a personal recommendation it's rare to be not taken seriously. Your request is completed but I do urge my Lord to please give us more time to host you." Ramon said with a respectful expression, reaching over to lit the smoking pipes.
"That's generous of you, but my mind is made." Leylin took a drag and stood up, everyone else also stood up as the servants and guards bow their head while Leylin made his way out.
...
That night, a peaceful silence blanketed the estate's private grounds. Leylin was taking his leisure inside the beautifully manicured gardens of the City Lord's mansion.
Leylin lounged in an ornate wooden chair nestled within the moon lighten garden, the vibrant blooms of exotic flowers swaying gently in the breeze.
He wore a Kurpan, the classical garment of high standing from the old spirit king households, an elegant fusion of a robe in deep crimson silk, tailored with flowing lines that accentuated his powerful frame.
An attached cape of matching fabric draped dramatically over his back and across half of his right chest, leaving the other side partially exposed in a display of refined authority.
Though the fervent worship of the spirit kings had faded in the modern era, such cultural vestments endured as symbols of prestige.
Kneeling between his spread legs was his devoted half-beast maid, her lithe form pressed close.
She possessed beautiful pale skin that glowed like porcelain under the garden light, full red lips parted in eager devotion, and cascading waves of lustrous purple hair that brushed against his thighs.
Her beastly ears twitched with excitement as she worshipped his massive, throbbing cock with unrestrained relish.
She leaned in, her warm mouth engulfing the thick head in one smooth motion, then pushed deeper, gobbling down inch after veined inch until her red lips stretched wide around the girth.
Her tongue swirled hungrily along the underside, eyes half-lidded in bliss as she bobbed her head with wet, rhythmic slurps.
Saliva glistened on her chin as she pulled back slowly, releasing his cock with a lewd pop. It slapped heavily against her flushed cheeks once, twice leaving shiny trails on her pale skin.
She giggled softly, nuzzling it before devouring it again, taking him even deeper into her throat with practiced ease.
Her hands trembled with need as she reached down, lowering her skirt to reveal her smooth, glistening pussy. She rose slightly, positioning herself over his lap, the swollen tip of his huge cock brushing teasingly against her slick folds.
Just as she began to sink down, ready to impale herself on his length...
"Stop," Leylin commanded calmly, his voice low and authoritative.
The maid froze instantly, her body quivering with denied anticipation. Leylin's gaze lifted from her, turning toward the serene expanse of the garden, his expression thoughtful as the breeze rustled the leaves around them.
After a long moment of quiet, Leylin's eyes remained fixed on the sky as he spoke smoothly to the empty air. "You can come out now."
From behind the shadow of a massive, flowering hedge, Derick slowly stepped out into the open, his posture nervous yet resolutely determined.
Leylin casually patted the smooth buttocks of the kneeling maid, instructing her with a soft murmur to leave the grounds. She bowed gracefully and glided away, leaving the two in the courtyard.
"I am well aware of exactly why you have sought me out today, Derick," Leylin spoke, his voice entirely calm as his dark eyes locked onto the youth's face. "Let me permanently dissolve your internal dilemma. Power is power, irrespective of the specific method or path utilized to secure that strength. True dominance does not care about local labels."
He leaned forward slightly, his pupils dilating into thin, mesmerizing slits. "I possess the means to reshape you, making you every bit as exceptionally powerful as a high-tier Beast Tamer, if not more formidable."
Derick's breath hitched in his throat, his heart hammering violently against his ribs as the words echoed through the garden.
"However, there is a condition," Leylin continued, his tone dropping into a cold authority. "You must swear your unyielding allegiance directly to my person. Not as a representative of the Greg lineage, but as a independent individual. Do this, and I shall grant you a lifetime of glory."
Hearing the unshakeable confidence in the his voice, the last lingering embers of Derick's hesitation shattered completely.
This was his one and only chance to break away from the suffocating shadow of his sister and reclaim his destiny.
Without a hint of delay, he threw himself onto his knees before the stool, baring his chest as he delivered his solemn vow.
"I accept your terms, my Lord!" Derick announced fiercely, his voice vibrating with absolute conviction. "Today, I solemnly swear by the names of the ancient old gods, by the primordial aura of the sovereign Spirit King, by the core of the great Demon God, and by every drop of human blood circulating through my veins—I pledge my life, my soul, and my absolute, eternal allegiance to the banner of Lord Leylin Farlier!"
Leylin offered a satisfied smile at the declaration. He reached out his right hand, his slender index finger extending forward to tap gently against the center of the boy's forehead.
*Weng!*
The moment contact was established, Leylin channeled a concentrated thread of his solidified spiritual force, driving a specialized soul imprint directly into the deep layers of Derick's active consciousness.
Derick did not offer a single shred of resistance, completely opening his sea of consciousness to allow the foreign matrix to bind itself flawlessly to his spirit.
Along with the binding imprint, Leylin systematically downloaded the complex memory files of his specialized Saint Knight cultivation technique directly into the boy's brain, providing him with a roadmap to scale his physical parameters all the way to the peak of the Grand Knight path.
Currently, Leylin's A.I. Chip had already successfully simulated and optimized the evolutionary structures of the Spirit Knight path positioned vastly above the Saint Knight.
However, he purposefully chose to withhold that advanced knowledge for a later date. Leylin's eyes glinted with a dark, fascinated intensity as he withdrew his hand, watching the newly initiated warrior breathe heavily on the grass.
He was eager to see exactly what a child carrying a vibrant, budding destiny could ultimately achieve when armed with the techniques of an alien world.
Perhaps, under the unique environmental variables of this planet, this boy could eventually elevate the Saint Knight technique to a true Rank 3 level, shattering all pre-existing limits to achieve an unprecedented tier of strength that Leylin himself had yet to fully comprehend, a state he had already designated as a Nascent Knight.