There was a hint of caution in Count Steer's tone: "Let Ellie take those notebooks and ask Mr. Belveland first.
Don’t you have a basic encyclopedia of alchemy at home?
Take that copy with you.
If you don't want to get the other party's inheritance, but just want some basic knowledge, for the sake of those few books, I guess Mr. Belfran will be willing.
After all, he now occasionally teaches Ellie something casually... although it may be because he didn't expect that no one knew about that thing.
But at least it proves that he appreciates Ellie, and his personality is indeed friendly and tolerant.
Haha~ It’s not like you haven’t dealt with those guys from the Alchemy Association... Those bastards didn’t even want to tell us whether a type of grass is for horses or humans!”
Joshua couldn't hold it back and turned back angrily: "When you ask this question, you should understand that the alchemist didn't beat us because he knew he couldn't beat us!"
Count Steer kicked the chair where Joshua was sitting again: "Why do you want to talk so much!"
Joshua sneered before turning his head: "If you don't take me with you when you do this kind of thing in the future, I don't care what you ask!
You'd better not take the same problem to Mr. Belveland!
It’s okay to embarrass yourself, don’t let Ellie lose all his hard work for so many days!”
Then he glanced at Linde, turned to Helena and said very seriously: "I also think... He doesn't seem to be bound by the agreement of the mage in Danboro... It is possible that before that, he was in seclusion.
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"Isn't that over 100 years old?" Linde raised his head and asked, "But he looks so young!
Although he always looks at sister Ellie with kind eyes...just like the way the housekeeper looks at his sister...but I always feel that he is not that old!
Could it be that he is from another country?
Why haven’t you considered this issue at all?”
"It's rare that you know something serious!" Count Ster snorted coldly before explaining slowly, "Let's not talk about whether there will be any country that instructs sage-level alchemist masters to do such a thing...unless they can have
What hostage he couldn't live without.
But does this hostage really work?
It would be difficult to take back the sages who were sent out... Really kill the hostages?
Don’t you want your own life?
And, there's one thing you have to remember, Linde.
What about those mages who live a long time? The memories of the human world will become less and less.
The so-called emotions can at most control him before the age of 200. After that, the great sages are actually really indifferent.
After the age of 300, mages basically rarely appear in the world of ordinary people... There is some news from the temple that these mages will be sent to the heavenly realm by the Creator God as long as they are willing.
Although their strength can continue to grow there, they will never be able to come back, not even to spread news.
Those high-level mages probably all know this news... so they all like to collect money for the future."
He didn't say much, but the audience immediately thought of President Finch and the 100 or so children who helped him collect resources.
There is also the great sage Ismail who has rarely made official appearances in recent years.
The Ismail family has indeed not been as arrogant as the Finch family in recent years... Lusimar's nature is like this, but no one will regard his behavior as the will of the Ismail family.
Moreover, the great sage just doesn't like to come out, but he has already left. Who dares to deal with his youngest son for a trivial matter?
Lusimar never did anything that would make anyone angry.
Count Steer glanced at Lind before continuing: "Mr. Belfran's family crest is engraved on his carriage, not to mention that Joshua saw the document from the Temple of the Rune Lord with his own eyes.
There are records of his family in the Church of the Lord of Runes in Basia City... It's just that people who don't have enough identity can't find it.
The Belveland family has actually been around for a long time, so is the bluebell!
That is one of the oldest flowers and plants in the world!
I just never thought that someone would use this ubiquitous wild flower as a family crest!
Maybe someone has tried it but it didn’t work?
No one knows this.
Anyway, the Belveland family has never participated in the affairs on the mainland, and occasionally a family member will travel for a period of time.
Moreover, they never stay anywhere.
When the tour is over, I will go home.
The Bishop of the Lord of Runes, it is said that the Belfran family has dealt with the God of Creation!"
"Then...are those notes of yours useful to people from such an ancient family?" Helena only cares about whether her children have a chance. "Besides, he wouldn't be willing to accept some students without any foundation, right?"
?”
"Alchemy Notes are not a reference book." Earl Steer explained, "Each alchemist's notes have their own unique set of things. For other sorcerers, there is always something new to learn.
So, even if those notes weren't a good thing for Belfran, he would definitely want to read them.
As long as we don't ask too much, it'll be fine."
Helena looked at him doubtfully... She even wanted him to teach Linde, how could she say he was not good enough?
Count Steer pointed to the box over there: "That's Janos.
No matter whether we can reach an agreement with Delgado this time, he has to get away from this bastard.
At most, if we really keep Delgado, he will leave later, until the end of the agreement between us and Delgado.
Anyway, for him, he has been waiting for decades, and he doesn't care about these three years... No matter how valuable the mithril is, Delgado will stay for three years at most, which is the longest time for a temporary apprentice.
After all, he can earn a lot of resources from me, which is enough for him to be promoted to an intermediate mage.
However, Janos doesn’t have the confidence to violate the agreement between Master Danboro and teach the male members of the Military Merit Family magic knowledge... Haha~ What a nice name it is, but which mage dares to admit that there is such a thing?
You see, this time, as long as we help him get away from that dead old man in advance, and multiply the resources promised to him several times... If there is no need for him to resist the pressure on the surface, Janos will probably be willing.
Anyway, once he leaves Delgado, he will have to hide himself for a while.
Unless Delgado's character suddenly exploded and he was willing to arrange a good place for Janos... But how could he be so good?
At most, you can get a letter of recommendation and send him to an alchemy branch to be a steward... It’s not like you don’t know the virtues of the branch in Brasilia City.
Without the consent of the branch president and several senior stewards, he could get a meager salary on the surface.
That's a difficult income for ordinary mages. How can an alchemist who needs to do his own experiments afford it?
He will definitely be willing to accept our offer.
Now, the most important thing for us is to find a way to make Mr. Belfland willing to take this name!
"
"Didn't Ellie say that he doesn't even care about Mithril?" Helena looked at their youngest son in front of them with a curious face, frowned and said, "Even if he can read those notebooks,
I'm teaching Ellie, but... bearing this name will also offend those mages and nobles who have been passed down for hundreds of years, so how could he be willing?"
Earl Steer smiled mysteriously and said in an almost silent voice: "Hey~ I have been fighting for so many years, how come I don't have anything good?
Originally, I planned to hide it for later... You see, if we lose, we can still leave a thought for our Linde, right?
But, if it can come in handy, of course I’ll use it first.”
Helena suddenly realized, gritted her teeth and cursed: "That's why the desert devil hates you and travels thousands of miles to assassinate you!
Damn it, I say! It’s been so long, why is there such a big hatred! Everyone has his own master on the battlefield, isn’t it always settled?
you this……"
"Don't say that! If it were you, would you be willing to give up? Even if you don't understand, the value is there!"
"Of course I have to!" Helena said decisively, "It's just an assassination. Anyway, if something happens, you will die first."
"Ah, Helena still loves me so much." The count said with emotion, "So, I will definitely live strong and never give you this opportunity to remarry in sorrow."
Helena stared at him with a sneer: "Don't worry, I will never remarry.
The consequences of choosing the wrong man once are enough.
So, don’t beautiful young men smell good?”
A smile suddenly appeared on Count Stehr's cold face: "Sure enough, my Helena will never leave Stehr."
Count Steer had no idea that Delgado was even stingier than he thought, and was still dreaming of a bright future with his wife... Although the isolation circle in the room was powerful enough, there were some things that not even his own son could listen to.
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Linde looked at his parents who were quarreling, and very obediently grabbed Joshua's sleeve: "Uncle Joshua, I want to eat some other fruit.
Apples... although they are delicious, you have already given me three."
Joshua was stunned for a moment... He had just paid too much attention to the conversation with the earl and made such a mistake. He patted his head and said, "Oh my! I am really...
If you do this again, just wake me up!
Linde is too good."
He smiled and took out two oranges from his pocket: "You really don't need to be so polite to me~
If I hadn't followed your father into the army, I would be no different from your uncle butler.
Besides, I’ve been back for five years! Linde should get used to my presence as soon as possible!”
Linde took the orange and said, "I can just peel it myself.
Like the housekeeper uncle...that's not good, he never lets me go out to play~"
"Okay...let's do it!" Joshua thought for a while, "My girl is now three years old and can go out. I will take you on an outing next time!"
Linde's hand stopped on the half-peeled orange: "Three years old...ah!"
