The morning light lit up Fata City, and the carriages of the powerful left the palace. And ordinary people also walked out of their homes, either for a piece of bread, or busy for the upcoming anniversary.
The aristocratic area seemed peaceful, and many people were still intoxicated with last night's banquet, or reluctant to leave the graceful figure on the pillow. Going to bed late and getting up late is the privilege of the aristocrats, but not everyone is like this.
In a remote courtyard, a young man named George Sam was bathing in the morning light, sipping hot tea and reading an ancient book.
He is a scholar from the Principality of Moroniel, and is its envoy stationed in Fata City. However, there is no scholar tower in Fata City, and George Sam himself has no official position.
The reason naturally goes back to Prince Caruso's various atrocities. In order to cure his wife Hannah's chronic illness, Caruso has already offended most of the scholars.
If George Sam hadn't been young and energetic, there would have been no scholar in Fata City. He didn't believe those so-called rumors. Eyes are the loyal guardians of human beings. They can neither lie nor make up fantasies out of thin air.
However, what disappoints George Sam is that he, who is well-read in medical books, is unable to do anything about Hannah's stubborn illness. After taking more than a dozen medicines, there was no improvement at all.
Even though the medicine was against the rules, Hannah, who was already in poor health, actually developed vomiting and blood fever. If it hadn't been for the consul's strong dissuasion, Prince Caruso would have thrown her into prison. p>
"It shouldn't be. Although Hannah-sama is suffering from a congenital disease, there is no sign of hereditary disease."
"Not only is his younger brother Charles healthy, he has even become a great mage of the wind system."
"Is it a curse? That's not right. There is no magic feedback in Lady Hannah's body. This is a fact verified by three peak experts."
"Hey, this book seems to be useless. I'll get a new one someday."
Two hours later, George Sam sighed, and then slowly closed the ancient book in his hand. He looked at the sky, and his thoughts gradually drifted into the air.
In this world, although people are constantly fighting and the land is divided into royal cities and nine principalities, the truth cannot be doubted.
The gods living in the Hall of Valor are always looking at the world, and the kings are like whips in the hands of the gods, driving people towards the next revival.
The gods will not pay attention to who is the king or the grand duke. In many legends, the gods are so fair that they are almost cold, so cold that they ignore all life.
Perhaps in the eyes of the gods, as long as the sky is still blue, as long as the ocean is still rough, as long as there are fish in the lake, as long as the mountains are covered with snowflakes.
Then the gods will not care about these trivial matters, let alone interfere with what is right and wrong. The cycle of cause and effect, everything that happens, is the bitter result that has been destined for a long time.
Like many scholars, George Sam's bottom line is that he firmly believes in the existence of the gods, or that they once existed.
On this basis, countless knowledge can be explained, and countless unsolved mysteries are marked with the mark of the "gods". It is like an escape, more like a prison bird unwilling to open its eyes.
However, the ancient continent is like this, and even the entire world is so pedantic. Whether it is the elves that have lived for thousands of years, or the dragons that have a long lifespan.
Three people become tigers, and many words make gold. A fairy tale told once becomes a story, told ten times becomes a ballad, and told thousands of times becomes an established fact.
No one knows where the scholars' theories come from, and no one dares to delve into it. Since this state can maintain the stability of the ancient continent, it is the truth and an irrefutable convention.
"Let me go! I am Lord George Sam's personal maid!" A scream instantly woke George Sam out of his thoughts, and he saw that his personal maid was being held by someone.
"Mr. Anderson, she is mine. I hope you can let her go." George Sam looked up at him and said with a smile on his face.
Anderson, the resident envoy of Frostrider Castle, was arrogant and domineering. Under the influence of the "Blood Bay Incident", although Prince Caruso hated this person, he did not take any action.
Under this situation that was almost "tacit approval", Anderson became even more aggressive. Not only did he hang around the aristocratic area all day long, he even often stretched out his hands towards some young and beautiful maids.
Although these trivial matters were innocuous and unlikely to be discussed in the Royal Council, the troubled nobles couldn't bear it anymore and secretly approached Archon Brooke.
But Brooke's answer was only one sentence, "I will not come forward until someone is killed, and the prince will not dissuade him."
As a result, the resident envoy of Frost Riding Castle has become the nightmare of many small nobles, or the nightmare of beautiful maids. But he is not a fool. Although he likes to use his hands and feet, he will not go any further.<
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"Hey, who do I think you are? Good morning, Mr. George Sam. Are you awake or have you just woken up?" Anderson let go of the maid, who quickly ran towards the market area. p>
"Whether you want to sleep or not, what does it have to do with you? Your Majesty the Prince is concerned about your Frost Riding Castle, but I am from Star City. You need to figure it out first before you act recklessly."
George Sam still kept his smile, and even the ancient book in his hand did not shake at all. This is the arrogance of being a scholar, and the pride of the Moroniers.
Anderson was stunned when he heard the words, and saw his eyes rolled, and then returned to normal. The other party was right, he, the resident ambassador of Frost Riding Castle, really couldn't threaten Star City scholars.
"Lord George Sam, judging from what you said, we are all strangers in Fata City. We should be in the same spirit."
Anderson reached out and pushed the courtyard door, intending to enter the other party's mansion, but found that the courtyard door was locked by the escaping maid.
He smiled awkwardly at the other party, and his meaning was obvious. But the other party remained sitting in the wooden chair without any intention of getting up to greet him.
"Anderson, I have heard a little about what happened to you in Fata City. Now that we have seen it today, it is the will of the gods."
George Sam gently tapped the table with his fingers and spoke slowly. This was the first time the two of them talked, and it was probably the last time.
"First, the Frost Riding Castle, the Knight Principality, and the Cisse Principality are all hostile to each other due to the 'Blood Bay Incident'. As the envoy of one of the forces, you have gone too far."
"Second, every noble is a servant of the gods and kings. If you harass the nobles over and over again, can I regard it as a disguised insult to the gods?"
"Third, I advise you to be kind. Prince Caruso is far more dangerous than he appears. It's better to put away those little thoughts of yours to avoid losing your head."
Anderson was stunned when he heard this. He never thought that his mind would be exposed, and in such an unabashed way.
George Sam slowly stood up and returned to the mansion. The glass window on the second floor opened quietly, and a thick book flew towards him.
Anderson raised his hand to take him into his arms, but when he saw the title of the book, his face became even more livid. "The Biography of Gods and Kings", a picture scroll depicting power and war, a book with all the upper-level titles.
This is a book that everyone should be familiar with.