The culture of this world is filled with content related to faith.

The belief in the Seven Righteous Gods spreads across the entire continent, and the Trisur Empire officially supports two churches, namely the Church of the Sun and the Church of the Moon.

The rest, such as the Sect of the Stars, the Church of the Red Apple, the Historical and Ritual Association, the Hailing Regiment and the Madman School, were allowed by the empire to preach within the territory, but all aspects were restricted and controlled.

So much so that the most common belief among people in the empire was the sun and the moon.

If they have reverence for Grandma Moonlight, then they are extremely fanatical about the sun.

The sun represents the empire.

The literature of the Thrisul Empire was also deeply affected.

"I don't like the sun."

Rebecca whispered.

"So I feel that literature is too boring. It is all about praising the sun, without any new ideas...

Moreover, the sun often makes me very hot, and I am sweating every time I wear a dress and go out!"

The old housekeeper had a keen sense of hearing and moved his ears to capture Rebecca's words word for word.

He couldn't help but raise his brows, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.

Binoz knew that Miss Rebecca was usually a bit too lively, but he didn't expect that she was also a bit rebellious.

Although not all aristocratic circles are believers in the sun, belief in the sun is politically correct.

The Sun King does not care which god the people below believe in, and others have no right to comment.

But for a noble, believing in other righteous gods is not conducive to integrating into the group, and may even be implicitly ostracized.

"What does Miss Rebecca like?"

Chen Lun put down his books and textbooks and asked with a smile.

"I like the moon! I have told my parents many times that I want to believe in Grandma Moonlight, but they don't agree."

Rebecca looked a little depressed.

She raised her head and looked at the black-haired young man in front of her, her eyes showing a trace of expectation.

"Mr. Jack, can you write me a poem about the moon?"

coming!

Chen Lun snickered secretly.

He deliberately guided Rebecca in order to do something that would leave a deep enough impression on her mind.

It can be seen that the Viscount Pompeii and his wife value this daughter very much. As long as she insists on being a tutor, the probability of her staying is very high.

"Of course, Miss Rebecca...

Writing poetry is the most basic quality for a literary researcher."

Chen Lun gently caressed his chest and lowered his head slightly.

Binoz sneered secretly and almost spit on this shameless guy.

Although Miss Rebecca is playful, as a noble, she still has the ability to appreciate art.

Not to mention that the Viscount Pompeii and his wife are here, do you really think that you can pass by just making up two paragraphs of poetry?

This will only make Miss Rebecca and the Viscount and his wife look down upon her, and their initial dislike will directly turn into disgust.

rustle……

Chen Lun took the expensive pen from Rebecca and started writing on the paper.

Smelling the wafting fragrance, he finished writing the poem happily.

Complete it in one go, without any pause.

Rebecca stared at this handsome man with all her attention, almost without stars in her eyes.

"God, he's so good-looking, and..."

She reluctantly moved her gaze away from Chen Lun's face and placed it on the paper, her eyes gradually widening.

"——He quietly sheds his radiance, filling the valleys and jungles, and my soul once again eliminates all worries.

He also sent his gentle glances, illuminating my dreams like a doting gaze of a grandmother, watching my destiny..."

Chen Lun closed the pen cap and put the pen down gently.

This poem was taken from Goethe, the playwright of the old age, and Chen Lun slightly adapted it to fit the world view here.

"This poem is so beautiful... Mr. Jack, does it have a name?"

Rebecca's cheeks turned red and she asked curiously.

""To the Moon"."

Chen Lun replied with a smile.

Rebecca held the paper fondly, and suddenly whispered with some embarrassment:

"Mr. Jack, could you write on it 'a poem for Rebecca'?"

Chen Lun smiled.

He took the paper, picked up the pen and wrote another sentence at the end:

"——To the lovely Miss Rebecca, may Granny Moonlight watch her forever."

Rebecca held the poem and couldn't restrain the joy on her face.

He praised me for being cute!

Really!?

At this time, Viscount Pompeii and his wife, who were walking, "accidentally" walked nearby. Noticing that their daughter looked like a nymphomaniac, Mrs. Pompeii secretly thought something was wrong.

"Rebecca? Rebecca!"

She called out twice before Rebecca woke up.

The blond girl immediately became dignified and straightened her hair that was sticking up under her white soft hat.

Madame Pompeii walked quickly to the housekeeper and asked a few questions in a low voice.

Binoz whispered, and Madame Pompeii's expression became strange.

"What's wrong?"

asked Viscount Pompeii.

The lady immediately told her husband what had happened, and the Viscount couldn't help but be curious.

Did this guy write a poem that fascinated Rebecca so much?

"Rebecca, let's see what great poetry Mr. Jack has written."

"No!"

Rebecca immediately refused.

The Viscount Pompeii and his wife had no choice but to say:

"If we don't know Mr. Jack's level, we can't trust him to teach you, Rebecca."

"I do not care!"

"..."

Viscount Pompeii took a deep breath and decided to use the method he used to deal with his daughter.

"Then you should pay Mr. Jack's weekly salary yourself."

"!?"

Rebecca was stunned for a moment, then wanted to stand up and argue with her father, but forgot that her leg was still in a cast.

"ah!"

She tilted her body and fell to the ground.

Chen Lun suddenly stretched out a hand, gently grabbed her wrist, and then slowly helped her back to the chair.

The whole process went smoothly, calmly and without being rude, and it was done right to the point.

Before the Viscount Pompeii and his wife and the housekeeper Binozzi could scream in surprise, Rebecca was already out of danger.

"Please be careful, Miss Rebecca."

Chen Lun said softly.

"um. Thank you."

Rebecca looked at him blankly, then nodded.

Viscount Pompeii and his wife breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Chen Lun.
To be continued...