I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

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Even though he didn't know her true identity, Domitian was still very wary of her.

"My mother is doing well. Thank you for your concern, uncle."

Lucius nodded slightly, his eyes still as calm as water.

"Hahaha, that's good, that's good."

Domitian patted Lucius on the shoulder and glanced at Iveliya standing beside him:

"Who is this?"

"Avilia, my secretary."

Lucius gave a brief introduction.

Ivylia bowed slightly:

"Uncle Domitian, it's an honor to meet you."

Domitian nodded, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes, and then he warmly took Lucius's arm:

"Come, let me take you to meet the other members of the family. They are all looking forward to meeting you."

Inside the banquet hall, members of the Clovis family, a branch of the imperial capital, gathered in groups of three or four. Conversations arose one after another, and the crisp sound of champagne glasses clinking together could be heard from time to time.

Seeing Lucius come in, all kinds of eyes were immediately cast towards him - some were curious, some were admiring, and some were hiding jealousy and hostility.

Lucius greeted them one by one with proper manners and elegant conversation, and soon won the favor of most people.

Iveliya always stood two steps behind him, neither attracting too much attention nor making her presence felt at all times.

"Lucius!"

Domitian raised his glass high and his voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of the whole audience.

He turned towards Lucius, an unreadable glint in his eyes:

"Let us toast to your arrival! Heir to the Eastward, pride of the Clovis family!"

Everyone raised their glasses and Lucius smiled and thanked them.

After three rounds of drinks, Domitian, under the influence of alcohol, began to get to the point:

"I heard that you came to Splenda early this time because His Majesty the Emperor summoned you?"

Lucius stroked the rim of the cup with his fingers, his expression calm.

"Yes, I will be meeting His Majesty tomorrow."

"It must be some important task to be delivered?"

Domitian asked casually, but his eyes were fixed on Lucius's expression.

Lucius smiled slightly, his attitude calm and unhurried:

"To be honest, I don't know."

He gently swirled the glass, and the amber liquid swirled in it:

"Father simply told me that His Majesty wanted to give me some special tasks. I won't know what they are until tomorrow."

"Oh? Glade didn't tell you?"

Domitian raised his eyebrows, his face full of doubt:

"That's strange. Given his personality, he should have told you in advance."

"Perhaps it is a matter of great importance and cannot be disclosed in advance."

Lucius responded nonchalantly, without revealing the slightest flaw.

Domitian nodded thoughtfully, a sly gleam in his worldly-wise eyes.

He slowly took a sip of the dark red wine in the glass and lowered his voice a bit:

"I heard that His Majesty has been paying close attention to the activities of the Chaos Cult. Some strange things have occurred in the Imperial Capital recently. Some people say that these phenomena are related to the activities of the Chaos Cult."

"Perhaps, this is why he summoned you?"

Lucius remained calm and said perfunctorily:

"It's possible. I've heard the news as well."

"As expected of the heir to the East Territory Guardian, you are so well-informed."

Domitian exclaimed with a smile on his face, but a hint of subtle doubt flashed in his eyes:

"In that case, I have a suggestion."

Domitian turned to look at his son and gestured:

"Fabian has lived in the imperial capital for many years and is very familiar with the situation here."

"If you need to investigate these anomalies, he can assist you."

Fabian nodded immediately, with a perfectly friendly smile on his face:

"Yes, Lucius, I am willing to help you in any way I can."

Lucius turned slightly, his gaze lingering briefly on Fabian's face, a polite smile playing on the corner of his mouth:

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Fabian, but I think this may not be a wise decision."

"Oh why?"

Domitian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If these things are really related to the Chaos Cult, it will be very dangerous."

Lucius explained, with a hint of worry in his tone:

"I can't let my cousin take such a risk. After all, he is your only son, the future of the Imperial Capital branch of the Clovis family."

Upon hearing this, Fabian's expression changed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Domitian laughed heartily, and the sound echoed in the magnificent banquet hall:

"You're right, nephew! It seems you've inherited not only Glade's talent, but also his prudence and thoroughness."

He patted Lucius's shoulder, and the strength seemed to contain a hidden meaning:

"However, if you need any help, the Imperial Capital branch will fully support you. After all, we are a family."

"Thank you, uncle. I will remember that."

Lucius bowed slightly, his tone sincere and not fake.

As the night deepened and the banquet finally drew to a close, Lucius said goodbye to Domitian, his voice filled with appropriate fatigue:

"I have to get up early tomorrow to see His Majesty, so I won't bother you any further, uncle."

Domitian nodded in understanding, his eyes meaningful:

"Go, get some rest. Tomorrow's audience is crucial. I hope you can bring back good news."

Lucius and Iveliya left the banquet hall and walked towards the carriage waiting outside.

The cool night breeze blew away the slight smell of alcohol on the two people.

The carriage drove back to Clovis's residence, and along the way, both of them were immersed in their own thoughts.

Iveliya sat opposite Lucius, secretly looking at his profile in the moonlight, silently thinking about her "revenge plan" later.

After returning to the official residence, Lucius first took a bath to wash away the fatigue of the day.

The warm water washed over his body, gradually relaxing his mind.

So many things happened that day: the reunion with Nora, her secret kiss, Domitian's temptation...

Just as Lucius was thinking about this, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Iveliya was standing at the door, wearing only a thin white shirt, her long hair wet and hanging on her shoulders. It was obvious that she had just finished taking a shower.

The moonlight shone through the window onto her, outlining her not-so-appetizing curves.

"Xiao Ai, what are you doing..."

Lucius had already guessed what she was going to do.

Coming?

I am finally coming!

Come on, Brother Lu can’t wait!

war! ! !

Iveliya walked straight to the edge of the bathtub and hugged Lucius, who had just emerged from the water, without saying a word. The wet shirt stuck tightly to both of them.

"I've been holding it in all day, Brother Lu!"

Ivylia raised her head slightly, her eyes full of grievance and longing:

"Do you know how sad I am to see you and that little green-haired girl being affectionate in the garden?"

"That really wronged you."

Lucius understood this.

It is normal to be unable to resist God's charm.

"Of course I feel wronged!"

Iveliya did not hide her feelings, her eyes flashing with desire:

"Why can she kiss and hug you, while I can only watch from the side?"

"This is so unfair!"

She hugged Lucius' neck tightly, her voice soft but firm:

"I can bear it during the day, but not now. Now, you belong to me alone!"