After Silas left, Laura stood there for a second, feeling the coldness with a small smile of satisfaction. She closed her eyes and remembered the distant past.
In a manor filled with gloomy activity of the maids, a woman wearing a black and white dress was brewing tea while a maid was standing beside her, holding a tray.
"Is it really okay to leave the young master alone, Madam?" The maid asked with a troubled face.
The graceful woman took a sip and said, "Don't worry, Laura. He's a Graves, a Pure-Blooded Graves. He won't get ruined over something this insignificant."
Laura turned silent, with a troubled look. Her madam was so calm, knowing that her son just awakened the weakest and trashiest class just a week ago.
Awakening a class is said to be the most important thing in the world. Something that could make a toad soaring to the sky, and make a phoenix crashing to the underworld. A genius can instantly become trash and a trash can instantly become purer than Adamilume.
