When he entered the store, a chemical smell familiar to him hit his nose. Emma grimaced.

- What does this shop sell? Shall we go to another store?

Emma suggested, but Ryanair told her to push inside.

- I was so curious, she pushed me in.

The familiar smell of sulfur and saltpeter only intrigued him.

When he first stepped inside, he saw a rather young inner sister leaning back in a chair, crossing her legs on the table and yawning:

- If you want to buy something, take it yourself.

After dropping a sentence, she put her hands behind her head and leaned back.

Emma felt extremely dissatisfied, about to voice her objection. But immediately Ryanair pushed the wheelchair forward with his own hands and looked at the things on the shelves. The chemicals were so familiar that he wanted to make some grenades.

After looking at it for a while, he remembered his identity, he couldn't buy it now, or else he would be suspected.

Doubtful, but the shopkeeper's sister already suspected. She had sat up and looked at Ryanair, it was difficult for anyone to stand near the chlorine tank without looking away, even many people who used them a lot.

Ryanair decided to choose to buy some sulfur powder and brimstone to have and then return.

- Master, why did you buy this?

Ryanair flashed a smile:

- Just buy and play.

   Emma carefully admonished Ryanair:

- It can't be eaten, don't put it in your mouth, remember to wash your hands after playing, but that white powder is very flammable, remember to be careful.

Ryanair pretended to be a child on his hips and said:

- I'm 10 years old, I'm not a kid anymore.

This Ryanair gesture made Emma cover her mouth to laugh. She only used brimstone to draw magic circles, but she never knew its true use.

Then Ryanair remembered that his purpose was to hide from everyone's eyes, so he had to come here. Now was a difficult moment for Ryanair, he was scratching his head thinking how.

  Stop pretending.

When Emma pushed Ryanair's car closer to the door, he wrapped his arms around himself and twisted. Emma looked worriedly down at Ryanair.

- Master! What's wrong with you?

Ryanair pretended to grimace.

- My whole body hurts, can you push me back quickly? My illness seems to be...

Emma saw Ryanair writhing and impatient. She picked him up from the wheelchair, then immediately ran outside.

Emma ran at a very fast speed, but Ryanair on the road still had time to admire the worried eyes of the girls on the street. Ryanair also saw a few people trying to ask questions, but couldn't keep up with Emma's speed.

   Dodge it! dodge it! Handsome and approachable is harmful.

Ryanair can finally breathe a sigh of relief when he sees the gate of his home castle.

Emma was still running at top speed, she didn't know what Ryanair was thinking right now.

- Emma, stop it.

     Emma was very worried, but when she heard Ryanair's voice, she also slowed down.

- Don't worry Master, I'll get you to Pastor Hal in time.

- No, I mean... my pain is gone.

Emma had stopped now, looking at Ryanair in surprise:

- Is the boss pain gone?

Ryanair nodded in affirmation, Emma breathed a sigh of relief but still remained surprised:

- So fast? Normally, I see you have it for a few hours.

Ryanair pretended to be happy and said:

- Maybe this disease will go away.

Emma was genuinely happy, and when she heard Ryanair say that, she laughed happily:

- Really, if so, that's great. This strange disease will eventually go away. I will tell the mistress.

- Do not! You don't say!

Emma asked Ryanair in surprise:

- Why is that, boss?

Ryanair decided to pretend to be a smart kid, turning his head slightly:

- I... I don't want to worry mom.

Emma was still walking slowly, still carrying Ryanair in her arms, and when he said that, she laughed and said:

- Don't worry, if you hear this news, the mistress will be happier.

Ryanair pretends to be difficult again:

- If my mother knows that I am sick when going out, my mother will not let me go out anymore. I promise I'll tell my mom when I get better. Please promise not to tell my mother about this.

Then Ryanair clasped his hands together, his glittering eyes widening. The damage of these eyes is enough to make those who stand far away give up, let alone Emma holding him like that. Emma finally agreed softly.

As she passed a soldier, Emma called him over. The soldier's face was extremely reverent:

- You go out to the noble's market, enter the house with the address xxx, go there and bring me the prince's wheelchair.

The soldier who heard that immediately bowed his head and went out.

    It's strange to feel like I'm the master of everything.

Ryanair felt a bit unfamiliar with everyone being respectful to him. He felt a bit cold in a crowded place like this.

Emma entered Ryanair's room and laid him on his six-square-foot bed.

When Ryanair looked at his entire room in the sunlight, he realized how gorgeous his room was.

Emma straightened Ryanair on the bed, then bowed and prepared to leave the room. Before she left the room, Ryanair called her over:

- Miss Emma...

- What's up, boss? What else do you need?

- Um... next time you don't call me master, call me Ryanair.

When she heard Ryanair say that, Emma showed a slightly flustered expression.

- Master... this is a bit...

It is clear that this world is still very segregated by class and class. Ryanair continued:

- It's okay, next time I will tell my mother, you work for her, right? Please call me Ryanair, I don't like you calling me master, you can consider me as your grandchild.

Emma was still a little confused. But seeing Ryanair's smile, she also happily accepted:

- So you... ah no, Ryanair. So from now on, will you call me that?

Ryanair felt warm inside. When he saw her worry, he decided that she would be a relative of his.

- Yes.

He nodded in agreement. Moments later, Emma pushed Ryanair out into the flower garden.

In the center of the garden there is a roof built, under the roof there is also a tea table.

This garden, a large part of the other rooms, was almost 2 hectares wide, plus countless servants and soldiers were all his, he had full control.

It was only when Emma spoke that he knew this, but in the memory of his old body, there was no such thing.

This flower garden is quite beautiful, it is planted with many kinds of flowers and is colorful. His whole estate was managed directly by the butler Horn, unlike other places where a few chief servants were assigned to look after him.

Obviously this elderly butler has a very good eye for taste. The flower garden is planted quite elaborately, the flower lanes are quite equal in height, and are arranged quite eye-catching.

    It's strange that a place as large as this belongs to me.

Ryanair conveniently picked a white flower and sniffed it. This life of luxury made him feel so different from his previous life.

While conversing with Emma, he forgot and reached for the cup of tea on the table. But the pleasant conversation made both of them forget about it.

Perhaps the body of a child was right for him, he was able to regain the comfort life he had not fully experienced in his youth.

After tea, Emma greeted Ryanair to find her mistress, a male servant tasked with pushing Ryanair's cart.

At lunch Emma returned to tell Ryanair that the mistress was busy and could not come to eat with him. So he ate in the large main dining room, with a table filled with a variety of foods.

In the afternoon, Ryanair went to his reading room. It was full of children's books, a few picture books, and occasionally found a few story books or basic books on magic.

After rummaging through his bookcase, he found it useless.

- Take me to the bathroom.

Ryanair said to the servant behind him, he had learned a few more aristocratic expressions. The male servant did not object and pushed him there.

- Undress me and take me down.

He was about to give orders to the male servant, but as soon as he turned around, he saw three beautiful maids behind him.

When Ryanair was taken down to his huge hot tub, three servants had gathered around.

- Master, can I wash your hair?

- Master, can I rub your back for you?

- Master, can I give you a massage?

They looked very serious, but in everyone's eyes there was a glint of anticipation to get close to this lovely boy.

If Ryanair were to be approached by a woman in a previous life, he would immediately agree. But now when he imagines himself being turned into a cat and then being caressed by the women around, he gets goosebumps.

- ah...no....no need, I can do it myself. You guys go out, when I need to call then come in.

- Yes. Master boy.

All three answered in unison, with a hint of regret in their eyes.

Ryanair sighed. He decided to do some minor treatment.

Ryanair was able to walk again, but he had not told anyone, if he started traveling too soon, everyone would be suspicious.

Ryanair went to the faucet, he struggled for a while to find a way to turn on the faucet. In this bathroom, in addition to the giant tank, there are two small bathtubs. He filled one tub full of hot water, hot enough to boil vegetables, one tub full of cold water.

I don't know how this place keeps the water so hot.

After filling the two tubs with water, Ryanair took some hot water and rubbed it all over his body to get used to the temperature. Right after that he jumped straight into the hot tub.

Soaking for about 5 minutes, he immediately went from the hot tub to the cold water bath. This was a method to help the body become more attuned to the external mana- Ryanair changed the wording between mana and aura, he found them to be identical.

    The efficiency is not very high, the water is not cold enough.

Then Ryanair goes through the process a few more times.

While Ryanair was taking a shower, in the upper street, in the grocery store that Ryanair entered in the morning, the manager sister was still half-sitting, half-sitting on her chair.

- Phew!

A bag of food was thrown on her desk, causing her to jump backwards.

- Boom!!!

- Ay ya...! Can you be more gentle next time, Anna.

The person who came was the girl in blue that Ryanair met in the morning, with a candy in her mouth.

- Next time, pay more attention to yourself, I bought you food, Bella.

Reluctantly dropping a sentence, Anna went inside to choose a few chemical bottles herself, when she went deeper inside, she also took out a few blue bottles. It was a Potion made for magicians, used to restore magic power.

Bella, who was rubbing the lump on her head, stood up and opened the food container. Anna had come out from the counter inside, throwing some gold coins on the counter.

- Get me a jar of sulfur.

Bella was using a fork to put food in her mouth, and when Anna asked, she kept her mouth full of food and answered.

- Damn. ( It's over)

- Over?

Anna asked again. Bella was trying to swallow the big piece of beef, then eagerly answered.

- Yes, a merchant bought it yesterday, there is a little left, but this morning a child in a wheelchair bought it.

- Wheelchair? Son of the Grand Duke?

Anna asked Bella in surprise.

- I don't know, but the black-haired boy is a bit blonde, a little thin but he looks very cute. More importantly, it stood looking at the white gas cylinder without reacting.

Anna narrowed her eyes, then smiled.

- Son of the Grand Duke. It probably hasn't awakened yet, but it's coming soon. It's to be expected.