Ravel, who was attempting to distract himself from the hunger with a jumble of thoughts, failed to notice the approaching footsteps.

Glen stopped about half a meter away from the curly - haired youth. Looking at his haggard appearance, instead of feeling pity, Glen let out a soft laugh.

"Heh... It seems you've come to terms with your situation, and you've done a decent job with your work."

Glen had just inspected the work and found that it had been done earnestly. Although it still fell short of his standards, it was worthy of praise.

Upon hearing this, Ravel turned his head weakly. When he saw that it was Glen, he mustered a bit of energy and said,

"I... I've done what I was supposed to. Please, give me something to eat..."

Glen casually tossed him a piece of bread and said,"Use this to satisfy your hunger for now. I'll give you more when we get home."

At the sight of the plump, white bread, Ravel's eyes immediately lit up with intense eagerness.

Not caring about his appearance, he devoured the small piece of bread in just a few bites.

Wiping his mouth, he continued to look at Glen with longing.

Knowing that the meager portion couldn't have filled him up, Glen looked around and then said,

"Let's go back, young noble. I hope you'll remember this lesson and do an even better job next time."

At this moment, Ravel didn't dare to disagree and simply nodded repeatedly.

The two of them soon returned to the town.

As soon as they entered the house, Glen asked Tia to assist him in preparing dinner for the day.

When Tia heard that she was to help out, she was overjoyed.

She had long been eager to taste Glen's cooking. The flavors were definitely superior to those of the chefs employed by many nobles.

Before long, the rich aroma of the dishes wafted out of the kitchen.

It almost drove Ravel, who was on the verge of starving, to the brink of losing his mind.

The anticipation was overwhelming.

Time seemed to drag on in this agonizing state.

After a while, several dishes that Glen considered to be generous in portion and extremely homely were served on the table.

Since there was no rice, they ate the dishes with bread.

However, it was still delicious enough.

Ravel apparently forgot that he needed Glen's permission before he could start eating. Just as he was about to scoop up some food with a spoon, Glen slapped his hand away with a chopstick.

"Even if you're impatient, you have to hold back!"

Ravel had no choice but to behave himself. He waited until Glen took the first bite before he dared to start eating ravenously.

Ordinarily, Glen wasn't one to pay attention to such details, but when it came to dealing with a noble young master like Ravel, he preferred to be strict.

Ravel used to get his hands slapped by his father for starting to eat before being allowed. Glen couldn't help but think that the feeling of reprimanding someone wasn't so bad...

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Meanwhile, Tia, who always maintained proper manners, saw her young master get slapped. Instead of being angry, she thought to herself:

Hmph, the young master is so disobedient. Serves him right for getting slapped.

Unlike me, I'm so obedient, and Mr. Glen never hits me.

Then she suddenly realized:

Oh no! How could I think like that! He's the young master! This is so disrespectful!

Tia, you've become a bad girl!

After silently scolding herself, she focused on savoring the delicious food that she had helped prepare.

Whether it was due to a psychological effect or not, the food seemed especially delicious today.

Having expended a great deal of energy today, Glen ate much more than usual.

However, he had taken this into account when cooking, so he didn't end up feeling hungry.

After the meal, the old man's presence was detected by Glen.

He asked Tia to clean up and Ravel to tidy up his"room" properly. Then he went outside and greeted the old man, who was just passing by,"Old man, where have you been? It took you so long to come back. I have a question for you. What's the background of that female mage? She doesn't seem like an ordinary person..."

The old man was still not used to Glen's talkativeness, but since he couldn't afford to offend him, he tried to speak calmly,"It seems you've already met her. Why didn't you ask her yourself?"

"It wouldn't be polite to ask such a question directly," Glen said as he approached the old man.

Only then did he notice that the old man was carrying a backpack. Through the half - open gap, a pair of round eyes was curiously staring at him.

Wasn't this the Rottweiler that the old man had adopted not long ago? Oh, so he went to pick up this little fellow... Glen thought to himself.

"Deffa is the chief mage of the Magic Spire in Battersea, the main city. Her background is definitely not simple," the old man replied directly to Glen's previous question.

Battersea, the main city, was the city to which Bayek and Dude belonged.

In the Kingdom of Zane, a main city is equivalent to an urban center, and in terms of size, it is in no way inferior to the major cities in the country of Glenn's previous life.

Moreover, the closer a main city is to the capital, the more prosperous it becomes.

"The Chief Magician is truly remarkable," Glenn nodded in agreement.

According to the memories of the original host, the Chief Magician of a main city was an existence that the entire family looked up to.

Observing Glenn's demeanor, the old man couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Aren't you deeply interested in magic? Why didn't you ask her to take you as an apprentice and test your elemental affinity?"

Upon being mentioned this, Glenn could only smile helplessly. "She wanted me to be an experimental subject. Of course I refused. Under such circumstances, how could I possibly beg her?"

"She meant to use you as a research subject, I suppose. Dofa isn't the kind of crazy magician who would ignore the lives of others for the sake of research. Being her research subject wouldn't actually cause you any harm. You could have agreed."

"I don't want others to know too much about me. I don't feel secure that way," Glenn rolled his eyes and said.

"Hmm... That makes sense!" After hearing the explanation, the old man was momentarily taken aback, then nodded in complete agreement.

Just as he was savoring the profound wisdom he had just heard, the old man suddenly felt his arm being gently touched.

He looked at Glenn in confusion, only to see the latter wearing a rather sly expression and saying, "Old man, as a magic researcher with a doctorate degree, you must know more than one magician, right? Recommend some to me."

I knew you were up to no good! … The old man cursed inwardly.

"Sorry, I don't have that much influence," he replied with a stern face, perfunctorily, and immediately quickened his pace to leave.

Are you kidding? The favor of a magician is extremely precious. How could I waste it on you... With this thought in mind, the old man changed from walking to running and soon returned home.

"Old man! Old man! Hey! Can we talk about it some more! … Tsk! So stingy," Glenn shouted for a long time but received no response. He was so angry that his teeth ached.

On the other side, in Dudd Town.

In contrast to the tranquil environment of Bayek, it was more bustling here than ever before.

The news that the missing children had been found spread like wildfire and was quickly known to the people within the town and even those in the surrounding areas outside the town.

The relatives of the children who had been missing swarmed towards the Dudd Police Station, chattering and making a commotion like a hive of agitated bees.

Upon seeing their children again, some of them hugged their kids and wept bitterly, while others cursed those who had taken their children away.

Even those who were not victims of this incident were moved to tears by the atmosphere.

Take the mother-daughter duo of Lila, who had just returned not long ago, for example.

"We should really be grateful to these heroic police officers. If it weren't for them, perhaps these children would never have been reunited with their parents," Lila said.

Lila herself was an extremely emotional girl. She had been wiping away tears ever since she first witnessed this scene, and as a result, her eyes were surrounded by a large red circle.

Just as she finished speaking, a police officer nearby happened to overhear and replied with a bitter smile, "This time, the credit doesn't belong to us. The real heroes are someone else."