In another courtyard of the Bone Garden, wisps of fragrant tea are spreading in the air. The afternoon sunlight shines through the glass windows, and wriggling shadows cling to the ground.
"I heard that Floy and Moronir are about to form an alliance. If that's true, you don't have to travel between the two principalities anymore."
A young man put down his tea cup and spoke first to break the silence. This man's name was Robert, a master of pharmacy and known as the "Guardian of Valan".
He is less than thirty years old, and he is not a high-level professional, but his attainments in magic potions are unparalleled.
Ten years ago, he chose to believe in the magic potion he concocted, despite the rebuke of his college instructors, and it was precisely because of this that Valan City escaped the fate of being overturned by the disease.
From then on, Robert seemed to have an epiphany overnight. Not only did he make rapid progress in pharmacy, but he also gained the favor of many aristocratic families.
No one wanted to die, and the great nobles cherished their lives to the point of being extremely cautious. Countless gold coins and magic crystals filled the storage bags, and Archon Platini personally summoned them. The official document with the rose pattern was very eye-catching.
Two years later, Robert went from being a young apprentice to becoming the new pharmacy tutor of the Principality College. Perhaps people prefer this kind of story of counterattack and becoming a god, so as long as he teaches, the classroom will be full, and even the corridors will be full.
It was packed with people.
To this day, although his personal strength is limited to that of a junior magician, his attainments in pharmacy are unrivaled in the entire Principality of Floy.
However, Robert did not serve in the palace. This was not only his own wish, but also the intention of Grand Duke Teresa.
The world needs heroes, so the top experts are as bright as the stars; the ancient continent needs heroes, so Fernando finally sat on the throne; every principality also needs heroes, they can unite professionals and scare foreigners from looking at them.
It can also appease the dissatisfaction and resentment of the poor.
"Heroes" have many labels, but they all have one thing in common, which is that they can be readily accepted by most people.
People can go without eating for two days, they can endure the sour smell of leftover soup, they can wear old clothes and shiver in the dark rainy night, but they cannot resist the intrusion of disease.
So Robert became a veritable "hero", even though he didn't have that much thought, even though everything was the result of Grand Duke Teresa's manipulation behind the scenes.
"What do I need to do for the principality?" This was an idiot question that Robert asked back then, which naturally caused all the ministers to smile bitterly.
"You only need to spread blessings, and you only need to save more Florians, and in the whole process, it is best to let the other party know my will." Grand Duke Teresa replied softly... p>
The residue stains were cleaned up, the new tea dyed the boiling water golden yellow, and the aroma diffused in the air again. The old man nodded after hearing the words, but then immediately shook his head.
"It is naturally a good thing for Floy and Moronir to form an alliance, but there is no connection between the two principalities, and their concepts are even very different."
The old man's name is Alexander, and he is the resident envoy of the scholar-principal Moronier. Although he cannot say that he knows the past and present, he can be regarded as a learned and talented person.
"Rose flowers love the sun, just like the heroic women. Spiders, on the other hand, mostly live in the rainforest and are wise men who watch everything silently."
"Since the beginning of historical documents, this world has always been controlled by men, and your Principality of Floy follows the example of the elves and implements the concept of female supremacy."
"Therefore, although everything seems to be going well for the alliance of the two principalities at present, only time can tell what it will turn into in the end."
"Personally, I don't care about gender, but in Moronir Star City, there are not many people who are as open-minded as me."
Alexander stroked his snow-white beard and then said quietly. He looked at the other party with a smile, as if a loving father was teaching his children.
Having devoted his whole life to historical research, he naturally has no interest in wasting time on trivial matters. However, not all people in the world are sages. On the contrary, most of them live their lives in ignorance and short-sightedness.
Just as "power" is the only pursuit of professionals, and wealth is the only thing in the eyes of businessmen, for Alexander, exploring the truth and essence is the top priority.
Why does the rain fall from the sky, where is the end of the ocean, where does the power of the "Twelve Monsters" come from, and whether the ancestors of the Augu continent were nomadic tribes.
As for whether the rainwater is clear, whether there are whirlpools in the ocean, whether the "Twelve Monsters" come from the same soul, and who controls the Augu Continent now.
These questions are just the cream on the cup cake, which can be sweet or salty. But the bottom half of them can only be the cake itself. This is what Alexander calls "the truth".
Therefore, in his opinion, the gender issue is just a "coincidence" and a continuation of etiquette and customs. It can continue to exist, or it can be completely overturned tomorrow.
What Alexander is worried about is the paranoia of the world. If this really triggers conflicts between the two principalities, then it would be better to abandon the so-called "alliance".
"You are right. First of all, I very much agree with your idea. The world can be ruled by the strong, but the strong can be either a man or a woman."
"Secondly, although this issue will become a point of conflict between the two principalities, why don't we follow the way of the elves and each have their own rights?"
"Finally, I believe in the wisdom of Saint Joshua. He is a living fossil of the ancient continent, and he should not make mistakes in judgment."
After Robert said that, he stood up and left the bone garden. As for the old man Alexander, he always sat in his chair and stared at the wall silently.
"Lord Joshua? Maybe he is the key to the problem."
"But this is the secret of the Principality of Moroniel. I can't tell it, and I don't have the authority to explain it to the Principality of Floy."
"I hope everything goes well. The world is changing, so is Floy, and so is Moronir."
"This is also the reason why I don't want to return to Star City, because the air there is full of impetuousness, and there are undercurrents surging behind the clouds."
Alexander put down the tea cup and stood in the yard sighing. Many times, he wanted to leave and find a place where no one was around to concentrate on studying history.
But he also knew that there was no possibility of such a thing. As a human being, even if Alexander didn't care about himself, he still had his back and his tribe that needed to be taken care of.
That sigh floated out of the Bone Garden, passed through the Charybdis vortex, passed through the golden plains of the orcs, and finally disappeared into the raging waves of the Demon Sea.
The world will not change because of anyone, it will not favor one party, and it will not come to an end. "Survival of the fittest" is easy to say, but there are only a few people who can actually do it.
The will of the majority is the truth, and what everyone thinks is right is the fact. If you resist, you will become an alien and an idiot that cannot be tolerated by the whole world.
The figure of the old Alexander finally disappeared behind the courtyard gate. The fragrant tea was still warm, but no one was destined to care about him tonight.