A trip to the wild before breaking through?

Ren was a little puzzled, so he didn't ask further questions and kept the matter in mind.

Maybe there are some taboos about becoming a god in this world, and the Natural School has ways to deal with it, so Helen gave this order to avoid him stepping into the trap.

However, he may not be able to use these arrangements...

As a favored one, he does not have to stick to this planet. He can choose other worlds to break through, just like the Blood Queen.

Could it be that the Lord of the Dawn could cross countless universes to trap him?

The three of them talked for another hour, talking about astronomy, geography, family and friends.

At dusk, the lights were turned on in the library. It was already getting late. Wren felt it was time to go home, so he said goodbye to his mother-in-law and Aunt Lucy.

Staring at his back, Helen put down her book, stood up and said:

"Little Ren, you should work hard to plant trees when you go home. I also want to have a grandson soon."

"..."

Ren's legs staggered and he almost fell.

(￣□￣；)

He was a little unable to complain about this extremely sinister mother-in-law Si Ji.

Ren didn't reply, his face twitched slightly, and he quickly walked out of the library with Helen's sweet laughter behind him, like a silver bell.

The afterglow of the setting sun was tender and tender. In the front yard, there was a man pacing back and forth by the pool. When he saw him coming out, he immediately came up to him.

"Hello, father-in-law."

Renn saw the man's appearance clearly and said hello.

Helen's husband, the contemporary Duke of Blois, looks to be a man in his forties, with blond hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, and quite masculine charm.

"Hello, Earl Conor."

The Duke of Blois forced a smile on his face and tried his best to look friendly and kind.

Perhaps because he was nervous, in such a private situation, he seemed a little unfamiliar when he called his son-in-law Earl Conor.

Renn: "..."

Is it an illusion? I always feel that this Duke is a bit timid and timid...

"Your Majesty the Bloody Queen...cough, how is my...daughter Catherine doing lately?"

Although he tried his best to appear calm and calm, the Duke of Blois stuttered a bit and seemed quite nervous inside.

Seeing him so trembling, Ren was speechless and answered truthfully:

"fine."

"She didn't say she wanted to go home, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

The Duke of Blois breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He briefly chatted with Mr. Lei for a few words and left in a hurry.

"..."

Ren looked at his back, confused.

Are you waiting here just to talk nonsense?

Moreover, this father-in-law had a la carte, and the fighting energy in his body had just gathered into a silver torch, which was at the level of an ordinary master-level transcendent.

This strength is nothing compared to his wife's.

But when he thought that the current king of Farrowland, Charles VI, also had this kind of strength, Renn felt relieved.

There is no necessary connection between the strength of the family head and the strength of a family.

Many great nobles like to elect a relatively mediocre head to manage the family's internal affairs, and this is the case even in some countries.

They are just managers and spokespersons.

In this kind of world where great power belongs to oneself, a strong person can boldly delegate power and leave trivial matters to his clan members without having to worry about being ignored.

Then, Ren, accompanied by the old butler, left the Duke's mansion.

The Duke of Blois stood on the steps under the eaves, watching him disappear through the door, then stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and muttered:

"It seems bloody... Well, Catherine has been happier since her marriage, so she probably won't lose her temper when she goes home."

The father who became the reincarnation carrier of the Blood Queen sounds very nice, but the pressure involved cannot be explained by outsiders.

In more than twenty years, he has not scolded Catherine once.

It's not that he has a good temper, it's that he doesn't dare.

He was afraid that one day if Catherine was unhappy, she would crush his cheap dad to death.

It’s not that he’s a coward. He once looked up information about the Blood Queen in the Flint Library in the Wilderness of Nature, and knew that she was a ruthless, cruel, cunning, unreasonable, and murderous female devil...

This is a cheap job made by my father, and I have trouble sleeping and eating.

Fortunately, this terrible daughter finally got married. With a husband, she will no longer stay in the Duke's Palace very often.

Thinking of this, the Duke of Blois exhaled a breath, with a relaxed and happy smile on his face, and said:

"Finally relieved..."

It's not easy. He will have to drink a few more drinks in the past few days to celebrate.

Buzz!!

The air vibrated, and a wisp of moonlight tore through the space and fell in the courtyard, turning into a woman wearing a black large V-neck skirt and a black windbreaker.

The hat she wore slanted blocked half of her face, and her long brown-red hair was exposed from under the hat. She had bright eyes and sharp teeth, and a lively and quiet temperament, just like a sexy succubus wandering in the dark night.

Miss Catherine waved her hands and said with a smile on her face:

"Dad, I'm back to see you. Have you missed me during this time?"

Duke of Blois: "..."

[○?‘Д′?○]

The devil...cough, my daughter is back.

The Duke was startled, with a chill running down his spine. He forced a stiff smile on his face and said:

"Catherine, why are you back?"

Katherine and Kesha have completely different personalities. She jumped over, took her cheap dad’s arm, and said carelessly:

"I can't stay in the empire for more than a few days. During this time, I want to spend more time with you and my mother."

The Duke of Blois stiffened and did not reply: "..."

o(╥﹏╥)o

No, I actually don’t need you to accompany me... Well, you can just spend more time with Helen.

………

The fiery red clouds burn on the horizon, venting the last passion of the day, and the night follows closely behind, carrying the stars and the moon as they quietly set.

After a busy day, Ren returned home.

The dining table was covered with a clean tablecloth. Steak, bacon, vegetable salad and red wine had been served. The crystal chandelier was not turned on, and the flames of incense candles danced on the crystal candlesticks.

The warm candlelight and the moonlight pouring in from the window create a romantic atmosphere.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Kesha came over, took off her husband's coat, and hung it on the hanger.

Renn looked surprised, hugged her waist, stared at her flawless face, and said:

"What's wrong, making it so...romantic?"

Kesha stretched out her hand and pinched the soft flesh on his waist. With a dissatisfied look on her face, she pursed her red lips and said:

"Have you forgotten what day it is?"

Ren was a little confused.

Valentine's Day? The first time we met? The day we proposed? The first time we had sex?

It seems like neither.

Seeing that he didn't understand what day it was today, Kesha puffed up her pretty face, looked resentful, and said angrily:

"Silly, today is our 100th wedding anniversary!"

Renn: "..."

It seems that the empire has this tradition.

Wait, they have been married for 100 days? If you include One Punch World time...
To be continued...