Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Eric felt somewhat helpless with everyone's respect, so he had to explain again at great length that he was indeed the legitimate heir of the royal family.

However, the elderly monks, like Ophelia, insisted that once Eric arrived in Greenland, he would naturally discover that he was the direct descendant of King Gom.

This only piqued Eric's curiosity even more. What evidence did Greenland possess that gave these people such unwavering confidence?

He decided not to waste words with these fanatics and resolved to follow their instructions. He would go to Greenland and "let the facts speak for themselves"!

That night, Eric sat quietly in the most luxurious room of the Yerlin Church, gazing at the night sky through exquisite windows.

Pastor Andrew, the head of the Yerlin Church, had initially wanted to invite Eric to a small celebration, but his invitation was declined because Eric needed time to sort out his chaotic thoughts.

Although Eric had delved into others' memories more than once in his study of spiritual magic, absorbing the experiences, memories, and knowledge of thirty-four people in one go was unprecedented.

Transferring experiences and knowledge was an extremely complex and arduous process.

If humans could freely access the experiences and knowledge left by their predecessors, it would mark an incomparable leap in their progress, potentially breaking the physical barriers between individuals and achieving the sublimation of life forms.

In the current age of technological development, humans can only integrate computers with the human brain to a limited extent, without the ability for direct exchange of experiences and knowledge.

Even Celestia's magical civilization, which could achieve a mutual exchange of knowledge and memories between two individuals, was subject to many limitations and typically occurred on a one-to-one basis.

Yet now, Eric had been forcefully inundated with such a vast amount of information. How did Earth, with its technological civilization, achieve such a feat?

Eric's emotions remained unsettled for a long time. He knew he had gained a significant amount of ability and knowledge, something worthy of celebration.

Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease in his heart, a kind of excitement surging within.

According to the water samples arranged in the magic array on the Giant's Sword, Earth must have had a magical civilization comparable to Celestia's, or perhaps even superior!

Deep in his heart, Eric was somewhat pleased. If he could find the descendants of "Ancient Magic," he would have someone to discuss magic with, and no longer would he feel the loneliness of being "lonely at the top."

Just as Eric was concentrating on how to find these possible heirs of "Ancient Magic," a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Sighing at the interruption of his thoughts, Eric said, "Please come in."

The door opened, and Meyer timidly entered with a bottle of wine and two glasses, hesitating as if wanting to speak, "Eric..."

"What's wrong?" Eric found Meyer's expression unusually unfamiliar, gesturing for her to sit down.

Meyer settled on the long sofa where Eric was seated, though there was still a distance of two people between them. She cautiously asked, "Eric, are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" Eric was puzzled, then chuckled at Meyer's expression.

"Alright, just tell me what's on your mind. Don't give me that Merly look; it's not like you..."

Meyer didn't laugh; she still looked uneasy as she asked, "Eric, are you upset with me for forcing you to do things you didn't want to do for Ophelia?"

Eric laughed at her words, "How could I possibly be so petty? Besides, if I didn't want to do something, even if you forced me, it would be useless... Don't overthink it!"

Although Eric was smiling, he was touched inside. He could sense how much Meyer cared about him as her foster brother. It made all his concerns worthwhile!

Seeing that Eric's expression was not dismissive, Meyer immediately relaxed and smiled, "Then why are you so preoccupied? What's weighing on your mind?"

As she spoke, she poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Eric.

Setting aside his thoughts of finding people for now, Eric took the glass and smiled, "It's nothing. I'm just not used to it. When I lifted the Giant's Sword, suddenly the experiences and memories of so many Danish kings flooded into my mind. For a moment, it felt like I had lived for hundreds of years again, which left me feeling a bit dazed..."

Meyer couldn't help but laugh at Eric's words, "Eric, how can you say 'again'? Have you already lived for hundreds of years?"

Eric smiled faintly but didn't respond.

Meyer, not minding it, said with a tone full of envy, "To gain hundreds of years of experience is such a stroke of luck. Don't act coy about it..."

"Coy?" Eric raised an eyebrow.

"How exactly am I taking advantage of anything?"

"How aren't you?" Meyer huffed.

"For us, to fully understand the history of Denmark's legitimate line of kings, we'd have to read over a dozen thick history books! But you, in less than a minute, have become the authoritative historian of Denmark's legitimate kingdom..."

"I'd rather not have such authority!"

Eric had no interest whatsoever in the governance experiences and political skills passed down by successive Danish kings. He considered it a waste of his memory space, wishing he could just "delete" it all!

"We don't need the memories of kings!" Meyer's disdain for these matters was evident. But then, a jealous expression, not envy, crossed her face. "But Beowulf's memories are so precious. How come you don't seem excited about it at all?"

Rolling his eyes, Eric replied, "What's there to be excited about?"

"How can you say that..."

Meyer began to protest, but then dejectedly sat back down, saying weakly, "For you, there isn't much to be excited about! Not only are you a mage but also a warrior from the East, comparable to a Holy Knight! Beowulf's insights and knowledge about combat skills might be irrelevant to you... Ah, the greatest warrior of medieval Northern Europe has truly found an extraordinary heir this time..."

"Inheritance?" Eric snorted. "Do you think Beowulf's memories only contain the inheritance of combat skills?"

The woman's natural curiosity instantly surfaced, and Meyer's eyes brightened as she eagerly asked, "What else?"

"Beowulf asked the one inheriting his memories to take care of his people."

Eric sighed faintly, "Perhaps he believed that the person inheriting the memories of the Giant's Sword is the king of Denmark. He requested that a piece of land be allocated in Denmark for the Jotun tribe to live on. In return, the Jotun tribe would serve the Danish royal family..."
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"The Jotun tribe is now under the patronage of the Swedish royal family. You've missed your chance!" Meyer's tone became slightly serious.

"Eric, judging by your tone, it seems like you still haven't fully accepted your current identity?"

"What identity do I have now?"

Eric frowned slightly. "I've emphasized multiple times that I am not the direct descendant of King Gom. But why doesn't anyone believe me?"

Meyer was momentarily taken aback, then paused before saying, "Could there be something you don't know about in this?"

Understanding Meyer's implication, Eric couldn't confidently respond.

While he knew he had asserted dominance over the Giant's Sword through "force" rather than "bloodline," he couldn't guarantee that his method of domination was correct, just as he couldn't guarantee that the ancestor who took advantage wasn't married to the child of King Gom.

Seeing Eric hesitate, Meyer smiled and said, "Why think so much about it? When we get to Greenland, everything will become clear, won't it?"

Eric nodded in agreement with Meyer's statement and then asked, "So, what kind of place is Greenland exactly?"

"Greenland is the world's largest island, meaning 'green land.' However, about three-quarters of its area lies within the Arctic Circle, with an average annual temperature of zero. Apart from the green vegetation in the fjords, the rest of the island is covered in ice and snow."

Eric was somewhat astonished. "Such a harsh place, I suppose not many people live there?"

"Exactly. Although Greenland occupies 98% of Denmark's total area, its population is only about one percent of the country, approximately fifty to sixty thousand people!"

Eric softly exclaimed, clearly surprised by the figure, which exceeded his expectations.

Understanding Eric's confusion without waiting for his question, Meyer explained, "Despite being covered in ice and snow, Greenland is rich in resources. Besides coastal fish and marine resources, the island also has many minerals such as coal, iron, oil, gold, and even methane hydrate. Especially unique is a type of ice crystal ore found only there, an excellent source of magical power for ice mages and a superb material for crafting ice magic equipment..."

"With such treasures, even if it's covered in ice and snow, it should be a sought-after 'gold mine,' right?" Eric suddenly felt that the island's sparse population didn't quite match the potential benefits it could bring.

Humans are naturally inclined to seek profit, so how could they leave such a "land of gold" barren?