Maybe my figure is closer to that of the school bully in my previous life, so it aroused Rudy's PTSD.
Then this favorability mission will be difficult to pass.
If Rudy was a girl, it would be fine. But that's not right.
The girl in the heart of a 34-year-old butter NEET uncle... Hiss... Exploded.
Alan sighed silently and walked to the door of the study.
The door of the study was open. Paul was pulling his hair with his head down as if thinking about something.
Alan knocked on the door with his side hand.
"Master."
Paul raised his head, and there were several pieces of letter paper scattered on the table.
"Oh, sit down."
Alan glanced at the stool — the stool was very far away from the table where Paul rested his chin, and the latter immediately took a pen and looked at Alan.
"Because your origin is unknown, before you become our family's swordsman, I have to do a simple investigation on you."
Alan raised his eyebrows and looked straight at Paul's face.
Seeing this, Paul hurriedly waved his hand, then scratched his head, looking at the ceiling with a distressed look.
"Don't worry, I know the rules of adventurers. After all, I used to do this. It's just a very rough investigation. After all, it involves the safety of my child. Please understand."
Alan's expression changed, as if he suddenly became interested.
With a smile, he relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair.
"Excuse me."
"Um, your name?"
"Alan."
Paul's hand holding the pen paused for a moment, then nodded slowly and continued to ask.
"Is it convenient to tell me your age?"
Alan looked at the pen in Paul's hand and smiled indifferently.
"Nine years and four months."
Paul blinked.
"Regular activities?"
"Around the capital of Asura."
Paul seemed to feel his throat was very dry and swallowed his saliva.
"Swordsman level?"
"The title awarded is currently only the Water God Style—Superior."
Paul scratched his head with the pen, and smiled for a long time.
"I see that your clothes are already very tattered. I guess you haven't had any income for a long time. When did you lose your money in the maze?"
Alan said with a smile.
"Reporting to the master, last November."
After hearing this, Paul took a deep breath and showed a relieved expression.
He looked up at Alan, his expression softened, and his words inexplicably carried some intimacy.
"Okay, Alan, you stay here first. Let's have dinner together later. Senis's cooking skills are not bad."
Alan squinted at him.
"Do you have any other questions, Master?"
Paul hesitated and shook his head.
"You, um, no, you can go back to your room to rest for a while, or go play with Rudy. Although you are tall, you are only four years older than him."
Alan stood up.
"Then I'll go out first?"
"Well, go."
After Paul finished speaking, his eyes were a little dazed.
Seeing Alan's back reaching out to hold the door, he lowered his head and took out a blank piece of letter paper.
With a click, the door was closed.
Paul immediately began to write.
But before he finished writing half of the first word, a lazy voice floated from in front of him.
"Uncle Paul, who are you writing to?"
Paul's pupils constricted and he looked up in surprise.
Alan leaned against the closed door and looked at him quietly.
A few months ago, Alan's system prompt suddenly popped up, reminding him that his participation in the Re:Jobless event had increased by 2 points. Alan was very surprised at that time.
Because he had just started to go to Buena Village, the people and things he had come into contact with in the capital before had nothing to do with the major events that happened in his childhood. How could it improve his childhood score?
Now, the source of the problem has been found.
It seems that someone has "known" him a long time ago.
Alan walked towards the slightly flustered Paul, and when he came to him, he looked at Paul's desk with interest.
There was a letter full of handwriting on the desk.
The handwriting was neat and the gorgeous font commonly used by nobles, but the letter itself was a little old and didn't look like it was written recently.
Alan narrowed his eyes and reached out to pick up the letter rudely.
Paul's expression changed, and he subconsciously stood up and tried to grab Alan's hand.
At the moment when Paul was about to grab his wrist, Alan put his index finger and middle finger together, pressed the side of his finger against Paul's palm, and gently stroked it.
Fingers like swimming fish, got rid of Paul's palm lock, and threw his hand aside.
Paul grabbed nothing, his body tilted, and fell on the table by inertia.
He watched Alan pick up the letter with two fingers, picked it up in front of him, and muttered.
"Water God Flow — Flow Secret"
Alan held the letter in front of his eyes, his eyes turned, and he looked at the contents of the letter seriously -
Paul,
How have you been recently?
I guess it's very comfortable to live happily with your wife in the countryside.
I wrote to you at this time because I want to ask you for something.
It's about my eldest son in the capital — Alan Boreas Greyrat.
I don't know if you still remember that I wrote to you when this child was born.
At that time, he had just opened his eyes not long ago, and was taken to the capital by James to raise him as his own child.
This is the price that the loser of the next head of the family should bear.
This is also the tradition of Boreas, in order to avoid too much infighting within the clan.
But I couldn't help but secretly visit him behind my father's back, taking advantage of the mayor's report.
After all, he is the first offspring of me, Philip Boreas Greyrat, in this world.
Ironically, I don't even have the qualifications to give him a name.
You can take this opportunity to laugh at me, after all, I usually ridicule you from a high position, which is fair.
Let's talk about Alan.
This child is different from me.
He is very good.
He has shown outstanding talent in kendo at a young age.
When I saw him from afar, he was surrounded by stars in the crowd, accepting James' praise, but his expression was not proud or timid, and he was very stable.
His contradictory temperament of calmness and sharpness made me a little dazed.
His expression is somewhat similar to his father's but not exactly the same.
I can't help but wonder, is this really the child born by me, Philip?
But there is no doubt about one thing.
He should grow up in such flowers and applause, instead of following me, a loser, and staying in Fitoya Territory as the son of some shitty mayor.
But when I looked at him, I couldn't help but think that if I had won the battle with James for the position of the next head of the family, would I be the one standing in front of him now?
I envied James, and he shouldn't have said some nonsense without knowing it.
Let's stop here and get back to the point.
Alan disappeared on his way to the Magic University a month ago.
At least the news released on the surface concluded that he was missing.
James seemed to have no intention of looking for him anymore, but I was very worried about his safety.
Therefore, I asked the guard at home, who was also your former teammate, the Sword King — Kilenu, to investigate the place where Alan disappeared — the Upper Jaw of the Red Dragon.
But now ten days have passed, and still nothing has been found.
I smelled the smell of conspiracy.
I wanted to ask Gilenu to use her connections from her adventurer days to find out something, but she apologized and told me that connections were beyond her ability, so she asked me to ask you for help.
Here, I want to ask you to borrow your connections as an adventurer to help me find out where he is.
His facial features are very strong, and his eyebrows are almost the same as his father's.
At the same time, he inherited my brown hair and Hilda's gray pupils, which makes him very conspicuous in the crowd and easy to identify.
If you have any relevant news, please be sure to notify me.
If anyone has seen a similar person, please help me pass a message and tell them to keep that person stable, and then pass a message to me and wait for me to confirm.
Please understand that I cannot hire people to search for him in a big way.
This is not in line with my position.
After all, his "biological father" is James.
I'm sorry that you have seen my weak side.
It's like seeing you.
Philip.
Alan looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar name in the last line and fell into silence.
Paul on the side just looked at him, scratching his head, not knowing what to say.