Mountain and Forest Kingdom

"The old political system didn't do anything for me."

This is what Lawrence said, but he also said to several girls: "Everything is made new based on the old."

"I will arrange for people to go to the Kingdom of Io to summon the old power nobles who are willing to be loyal to me."

"Whether it's Durila, Gran, or Io, it's all my land now, including the people on it."

That's how Sofia and Saryl and Derren couldn't figure out what Lawrence was trying to say, and Lawrence was constantly saying this and doing that.

Awenla thought she understood what Lawrence said, "Master! I am willing to build a monastery for you in Io Province and train the most loyal female warriors for you!"

That's not what Lawrence was talking about. He wanted to win over some aristocratic forces, but he had just belittled these people too powerfully.

"Okay, Awenla." Lawrence nodded with satisfaction, "Sofia has recommended you three to me these days, and I also think you three are capable of doing things for me."

"Before the winter snow melts, you stay by my side and listen to my orders. Aisabel and Yulia will tell you what to do."

Audrey and Darian quickly knelt down with Awenla, "Yes! Merciful master!"

Lawrence looked at his bedroom maid, "Aisabel, take them to change clothes."

"Yes, Master." Aisabel knew that there was another competitor, but she could only accept such a thing.

After Aisabel took several young witches out, Sophia approached Lawrence and hugged Lawrence's waist, and put her head on Lawrence's back.

"Thank you~Master~"

Lawrence patted Sophia's hand gently and said, "Work hard tonight."

"Yes~Master~"

Sariel and Delen on the side also saw that Lawrence did this because of his doting on Sophia.

Lawrence doesn't hide his motives either.

Lawrence had discovered Sophia's little thoughts a while ago, and after realizing that Sophia knew how to win over people, he was very pleased to help.

Sophia has a very high status with Lawrence. Not only will she not make Lawrence suspicious when she forms a team, she will even be encouraged.

Lawrence has asked Sophia to grow up many times over the years, hoping that she can learn to consider others, be aware of the strength of those around her, and make more friends.

But Sophia is always as lazy as a pig, as stubborn as a Dome sheep in spring, and always looks down on those who are not as good as her.

This time Sophia was finally willing to work hard, how could Lawrence not help.

Delen looked at Sophia and suddenly said: "Saryl, Lawrence, do you feel that Sophia has gained some weight recently?"

Sophia let go of Lawrence, walked to Lawrence and held her waist tightly with her hands, "Master, am I fat?"

Lawrence looked at the seductive blond angel, "No, this is not fat. I feel comfortable with a little fat on my belly and legs. Kharan, Delen and Salil are all like this."

Sophia looked at Delen with a smile, "Did you hear that? I have a plump figure that my master likes. He says I am a practical weapon!"

Delen shrugged indifferently and continued to make a sand table with sand.

Salil looked at Sophia seriously at this time, and her expression became serious.

"Lawrence, do you think Sophia looks a bit like the Helen we met before, the woman we met at the Trotter City Bakery?"

Lawrence smiled and said, "What's the matter? The two of them are relatives to begin with. It's normal to have a slight resemblance."

Salil stood up and approached the two of them, "I'm not talking about similar appearance, they look different. What I'm talking about is that the woman looks much older than her actual age after giving birth. I still remember you said, when you meet She was young and beautiful when she arrived, but she became old in a few years.”

"Sofia feels like this to me now. She was still a little girl nestled in our arms before, but she feels a little too mature in just a few years."

After Sariel said this, Lawrence began to face the problem and looked at Sophia carefully.

Sofia couldn't laugh anymore and squeezed out a smile nervously, "Sariel, what are you talking about... I'm only twenty-two years old."

Lawrence finally realized the problem. Sophia, who was twenty-two years old, looked like she was almost thirty.

From the green little apples to the budding white apples, to the now ripe red apples.

Although Sophia is now extremely sexy and mature, both mentally and physically, she has reached a perfect state of development, but...it won't take a few years for her to go downhill.

Considering the rate at which most women in the Ice Land age, it doesn't feel like it will take more than a few years.

Men in the Ice Land also age and die quickly, but now Lawrence is focused on Sophia's problem.

Delen came over and said when everyone was feeling uncomfortable: "Maybe there will be a good solution from the elves."

Lawrence quickly cheered up, "Yes, even if there is no way for those elves to come back to life, there must be a way to delay aging. Sophia is only in her twenties, and there are still decades left. I want this beauty to last. ."

Sofia looked at Lawrence excitedly, "Yes, Master! Sofia will always be by your side and be your slave. Let us find a way to kill those elves!"

For the sake of her own beauty, Sophia didn't care about the lives of those elves.

The two sides are enemies. Sophia didn't care about this before, but now she just wants to help Lawrence conquer the Green Forest Kingdom!

Lawrence hugged Sophia, "It doesn't matter, witches all have long lifespans, and so do you. I will find ways to slow down this process as much as possible, but don't be afraid of aging. We will all grow. This is a normal thing, no matter you are Little Sofia, big Sofia, old Sofia, they are all my Sofia."

Sophia said aggrievedly: "But I still want to be beautiful Sophia."

Salil didn't care much about Sophia's coquettishness. After Sophia gradually grew up and became an adult, Salil's care for Sophia became much less.

"Lawrence, why is it that only Sofia is like this? Delen and I are also half-blooded, but we feel like there haven't been many changes."

Sophia looked at Delen and Salil. Although she wanted to find proof of aging, after looking at them for more than ten seconds, she still felt that these two people had not changed much.

Lawrence thought for a moment and then thought of Kehalan, "I remember that Kehalan only judged that you were half-blooded, and did not accurately distinguish between quarter-blooded and eighth-blooded."

"Go and call Kohalan and Dana over. I want to make a formal confirmation."

Sophia quickly said: "I should be half-blood, right? I remember my mother was a witch and my father was a knight."

"Your memory is inaccurate." Lawrence didn't care about bloodline before, so he never studied this matter, but now it's reached the point where he must be sure.

The strength of your bloodline may really affect your lifespan and appearance.

Sophia was very scared now, afraid that she had a fraction of her blood, "No need to take a test, right?"

In the past, witches were divided into pure blood and impure blood. Impure blood was said to be half blood.

The fractional blood of Clara and Heidi was said by them themselves, not by other witches who had nothing to identify.

If the bloodline was determined at this time, it would undoubtedly be based on identity and bloodline. Sophia did not want to admit this.

Lawrence comforted Sophia, who was panicked and overwhelmed at this time, "Sofia, I taught you to face problems with a scientific attitude. This is what we are doing now. Only by identifying the problem can we solve the problem. Don't avoid reality, let alone deceive yourself."

Sophia could only agree, "Yes...Master."

"It's okay, relax." Lawrence stroked Sophia's broad back and said softly: "Your status has never come from you and your bloodline, but from me."

"You are my slave, my little slave girl, and my first follower. Compared to these, do your bloodline and who your parents are important? When have I ever cared about these things?"

"You can be my little slave girl, or you can be the saint from the Saint's Academy, the little princess from Oak Castle, or the queen, witch, princess, and count outside. Which one is better than you?"

Sophia burst into tears, "Yes, Master!" (End of this chapter)