When Robert finally found "Miss Herland", she was giving porridge to the peons who were contaminated by magic dust in front of the Iron Curtain Wizarding Inn.
"No...it's not soup kitchen." Robert sniffed lightly.
This smell seems to be the broth?
"Miss Herland! What are you doing!"
Robert stood on tiptoes, raised his head, and shouted loudly.
But "Miss Herland" had already been surrounded by layers of people. Although she heard Robert's call, she could only turn around and show an apologetic smile to Robert.
Robert couldn't help but frowned.
Giving soup to slums in slums is a routine thing in the aristocratic circles of the countries surrounding Bansa. If held every once in a while, it can not only enhance the stability of the territory, but also show one's sufficient kindness.
However, adding broth is different.
In the Bantha aristocratic circle that attaches great importance to tradition, they insist that the principle of "clear distinction between superior and inferior" must be applied to every detail of life. This also includes food and building scale, etc.
“If you don’t know how humble you are, you don’t know how to be reverent——”
When Bansa was founded, Tire's famous saying was engraved on the inside of the crown and passed down from generation to generation as Bansa's national motto.
The nobles of Bansa have done a good job in educating their subjects to learn the essence of this sentence from various directions. In fact, they even think that they are doing them good.
Munshiville is kind, and the War Church will distribute white bread and milk to the poor during festivals. These two things exist as "sacred food" and "sacred drink" in the divine teachings of the Tire series.
, is eaten daily by priests. It makes all the priests of the Tyrian family taller and stronger, with delicate skin and bright eyes.
However, once those humble poor people eat these foods blessed by God, they are prone to diarrhea. This makes the Bantha nobles believe that lowly blood cannot touch noble things.
Those who are below will return to the bottom, and those who are above will return to the top. There is a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority.
The strict concept of hierarchy, the strong centripetal force based on national pride and the belief in national unity are the foundation of Bantha. As a part of Bantha, Karar naturally had the same characteristics from the beginning.
Thought.
Under the influence of Western and Southern countries, Su Ze also began to have similar thoughts in the past ten years.
Robert showed a thoughtful expression.
Su Ze's nobles are different from the Titan nobles who have new thoughts and ideas every day. Su Ze's nobles have been divided into two factions a long time ago.
One is a noble from the imperial capital who likes to conduct some taboo experiments in secret, maintains private alchemy consultants, and encourages alchemists to develop new technologies and weapons; the other is a man who stays at the border all year round and is influenced by the ideas of Bansa and Kalal.
A frontier aristocrat who hopes to start a retro wave.
The former controls the Royal Alchemy Society, while the latter holds military and political power. Neither one is easy to deal with.
Now it seems... I am afraid that Heerlan's family should be the nobles of the Imperial Capital.
Suddenly, it dawned on Robert.
He still remembered that Heerlan's father's surname was Alex... and there was indeed one among the nobles of the Imperial Capital faction named Alex.
He is Duke Swan - the brother of the contemporary Queen Su Ze.
Because half of the winter elf's blood flows in his body, while he has gained a long lifespan, the chance of successful childbirth is also greatly reduced. Therefore, although he has many wives, he only has one pair of children. All because of
Born to a half-elf concubine.
This sword dancer with gold-level strength used to be his captain of the guard, but now she is the mother of twin girls... Now that I think about it, she is probably Miss Helland's mother.
Robert couldn't help but feel happy that he had seen through the truth.
Later, his ambition gradually ignited.
That's right. Herlan's pure black long hair undoubtedly proves her royal bloodline.
If Miss Helland's father is that person, it means that her bloodline is even nobler than that of the next generation of Emperor Su Ze - her blood is one-quarter of the winter elf's blood, and another four-quarters.
One of the fairies' blood. No wonder she is so charming. She probably inherited the natural charm ability of fairies.
And more importantly, she is not a concubine as Robert thought at first. Instead, she is a legitimate daughter who has a half chance of inheriting the position of Duke of Swan.
Robert suddenly felt reluctant to give up Heilan to that boy An Ruosi.
The Swan Duke only has two daughters. If he can marry Heerland, he will have half a chance of winning the title of Duke——
If he marries a wife of noble blood, coupled with his achievements in lurking in the White Tower for several years, there is no way he can compete for the position of emperor that he has given up long ago——
Killing two birds with one stone, Robert couldn't help but be tempted.
"That's right... An Ruosi already has Natalia. Besides, with his status, it's impossible for him to have a relationship with Miss Herland... I'm doing it for his own good..."
Robert murmured.
Because Herlan suddenly rushed out of the hotel that was filled with a strange atmosphere, Robert began to worry about her.
Although Miss Herland seems to be a very powerful priest, as a girl, it is not good to rush out rashly alone.
So Robert took the initiative to find her along the direction in which Herlan rushed out.
Originally, they had agreed to return immediately after Robert found Heerlan. But now Robert decided that he would go back later.
At least find out how Heerlan and An Ruosi met. It would be great if you could have a meal with Heerlan alone.
Because of Hellan's identity, he didn't expect to use force. But even if there was a fair competition, An Ruosi would definitely not be able to compete with him.
What An Ruosi had, he had. On the contrary, An Ruosi, that guy, mostly didn't have what he had.
As long as An Ruosi's advantage of getting to know Miss Heilan first is offset, what does that thin-skinned idiot have to fear?
Robert is full of confidence.
"Mr. Robert, would you like a drink?"
Suddenly, Heerlan's cold and soft voice came from in front of him, which immediately startled Robert.
"...Ah, okay, thank you."
He raised his head and found Heilan folding his arms on his chest and looking at him quietly. The oak barrel behind him was empty.
"Don't worry...I left some for you after I saw you."
"Thank you very much."
Robert took the soup bowl from Herlan's hand and took a big sip with a grateful expression.
...what a strange smell.
He almost frowned.
The broth has basically cooled down, the meat in it is not overcooked, there is not much salt, let alone spices.
However, being stared at by Miss Herland at this moment, Robert could only hold on to a cold sweat as he poured the whole bowl of broth into his stomach. And he didn't feel warm at all.
"Does it taste okay?"
"...To be honest, the taste is average."
Robert hesitated for a long time before deciding to tell the truth.
He believed that Herlan must have also drank the broth, and it would be bad if she thought she liked lying.
"I'm afraid this is something you won't taste for the rest of your life."
Heerland said meaningfully.
Then, she seemed to suddenly remember something. Her eyes lit up when she saw Robert, and her voice became a little higher: "By the way... you are a noble from Titan, right?"
"……yes."
Robert was a little confused.
He didn't know what the meaning of Heerlan's question was at this moment.
"You lend me ten silver coins first...I want to show you a magical thing."
Heerland put his hands behind his back, bent slightly, with a mysterious look on his face.
Robert took out a gold coin without hesitation, but Heerland shook his head and refused.
"Ten silver coins are just right. No more, no less."
"What on earth is going on?"
Robert was also somewhat interested in Huerlan.
"I may have found a channel," Heerlan said vaguely, "Don't worry about how I operate it... In short, you give me ten silver coins, and I will return eleven to you the day after tomorrow."
Robert was thoughtful and nodded solemnly. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels! For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net