Henry Clark failed the magic apprentice promotion exam because he couldn't summon his own magical pet, and his magical power suddenly dropped to the level of a beginner apprentice. Therefore, everyone concluded that Henry Clark didn't have the talent to become a mage, which led to a series of events where he was robbed of gold coins and assigned a lousy territory.

When Henry Clark's soul entered Anthony's body, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning raged—it was a hellish scene. Could it be? Henry Clark looked up again at that lone drifting white cloud and frowned. Could that cloud be the magical pet he summoned?

The moment this thought appeared, Henry Clark was startled himself. Having been in this world for over a month, he had fully absorbed the memories of this body's original owner and naturally knew what a magical pet was.

It could be a magical beast, or some kind of strange plant. Some who practiced unconventional magic would even summon undead creatures. None of these were surprising, but which category did this cloud belong to?

Could it be that clouds have consciousness and can become a mage's pet? But if not, how else could he explain the fact that he could command the movement of that cloud?

Since he already believed in something as unbelievable as transmigration, Henry Clark simply didn't mind accepting one more impossibility. Even though a cloud as a pet was extremely rare, it didn't stop Henry Clark from quickly accepting it.

“What is everyone doing?” Henry Clark sat on a stone at the door, basking in the warm sun. At a time like this, there was no need to let the cloud block the sunlight.

Amy gestured nervously, but Henry Clark couldn't understand what she was trying to say. The anxious little girl Amy couldn't help but stomp her foot, then quickly ran off, probably to get someone to explain.

Sure enough, a moment later, Henry Clark saw Amy running over with two Grace. The two Grace looked exactly alike, even their simple clothes were almost the same. Henry Clark couldn't tell which one was Grace.

The other one should be the Alice they mentioned, who was also another steward here. Henry Clark sat on the stone, the warm sunlight making him comfortable, and he really didn't want to get up, so he just waited quietly.

Once the two Grace got closer, Henry Clark immediately distinguished which one was Grace. Although the two looked identical, their expressions were very different. One was extremely gentle and respectful, while the other was full of suspicion and vigilance.

“Alice?” Henry Clark asked the wary girl.

“I am Alice.” The wary girl heard Henry Clark's question, but frowned and glanced at Grace, as if blaming her for so easily revealing her name to this young man. After glaring at Grace, Alice suddenly said to Amy and Diana, “Amy, Diana, you two go over there.”

The two little girls seemed quite afraid of Alice, timidly glancing at Lord Anthony, then at the not-so-happy-looking Alice, as if weighing which one was more authoritative. However, before Henry Clark could say anything, the two little girls had already lowered their heads, grabbed each other's hands, and quickly ran off.

“Phew.” Henry Clark couldn't help but let out a breath. Here, he wasn't even as authoritative as a girl—at least Amy and Diana had made that very clear.

“Lord!” Although Alice addressed him as lord, she didn't show any intention of saluting: “I'll call you that for now. Are you really our lord?”

“What do you mean?” Henry Clark looked up, his gaze fixed on Alice.

On the other side, after Alice said this, Grace became visibly anxious, tugging nervously at Alice's skirt, as if reminding her not to speak recklessly. Alice, however, ignored her, shaking off Grace's hand and looking at Henry Clark without the slightest fear.

“What proof do you have that you are the lord here?” Alice's tone was quite hostile, as if she had already decided that Henry Clark was a fraud.

“Proof?” Henry Clark laughed. “Of course I have proof. But tell me, what benefit would I get from impersonating this lord?”

“Who knows what scheme you're up to?” Alice retorted bluntly, completely ignoring Grace's repeated tugs at her. “Look at yourself—do you look like any noble lord?”

“What in this godforsaken place is worth me impersonating the lord and risking being cursed for?” Henry Clark actually laughed. This girl, about his age, was so suspicious—no wonder she was always in charge of going out to trade. Only someone with this kind of personality wouldn't be easily fooled.

“I don't care what you're up to.” Alice stepped forward again, unceremoniously. “If you can't prove you're the lord, then please leave. Otherwise, I won't be polite.”