The Verhen Mansion had been decorated with high-end furniture and precious paintings as well, but Lith was a first-generation noble.

His house was tailored according to his taste and wishes, understating the beauty and elegance of the various artworks instead of using them to rub his wealth in his guests’ faces.

Vastor was a noble in a long dynasty of nobles. Even after getting rid of the most tacky and flashy pieces of furniture, his house remained opulent and a bit ostentatious. The collective riches of the Vastors gleamed with gold and precious gemstones from every corner of every room.

Unless the Master razed his mansion to the ground and built it from scratch, his guests would keep feeling like the past generations of Vastors were looking down on them from their portraits.

“Professor Vastor.” Elina gave him a curtsy. “Thank you for everything you have done and do for our son.”

“Please, call me Zogar.” He sighed. “How many times do I have to ask you?”

“Well, you are… you.” Elina cleared her throat while waving at the lavish room and the lineup of house staff at attention on either side of the Warp Gate. “And we are humble farmers.”