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The old man didn't answer, but stood there hunched over, standing between him and Orian.

"Teacher, are you okay?" Orian hurriedly walked out from behind the administrator's desk, supported the old man, and asked worriedly.

The old man smiled in a dry and hoarse voice and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think. Just this level of activity is not a problem."

"Old gentleman, you don't have to worry." A light flashed above Lei's head, and Sui Xiong cast a spell to cover this area, and then appeared, "I didn't mean to be detrimental to Orian, I really wanted to Let her become the next generation of Viscount.”

"Oh? A god?" The old man raised his head. On his wrinkled face, there was a pair of bright eyes that were completely different from the whole person. The eyes were so sharp that anyone who was swept by Lei felt as if he had been scratched. Looking directly at Sui Xiong without fear.

After a long time, the old man lowered his head again, hiding his sharp eyes.

"I understand, let's go to the house and discuss it in detail."

As a pioneering territory, there are very few people in Geerten City who like to read, and the library is quite deserted. If it weren't for the followers of the God of Books, a subordinate of the God of Wisdom and Magic, who used this place as a temple and slightly increased its popularity, it would be almost like a haunted house.

Orian found a cleric and asked him to temporarily cover the class. Then she returned to her room with her teacher, the unreliable god who wanted to make her a viscount, and the god's mount.

Orian's room is not big and the decoration is very simple. It does not look like a young girl's residence at all. If it weren't for the small rabbit doll on the bedside table, which exudes a bit of girlish sentiment, it would be like an old nerd's home.

There are books everywhere here. Although the paper quality is not good, they are carefully bound. It can be seen that Orian really put a lot of thought into copying and binding them.

Noticing Lei's gaze, Orian was not shy and said frankly: "Copying and producing low-end books is my main source of income. Unfortunately, there are too few people who love reading here, or in other words, I can find There are too few valuable books.”

"Then after you become Viscount, you can put some effort into promoting culture and strengthening education." Sui Xiong said, "I don't think you like someone who likes a luxurious life. Saving some extravagant expenses is enough. A lot of things.”

"But the dignity of a noble is also very important and cannot be ignored too much." Lei said, remembering something and shaking his head, "Oh, it doesn't matter to you. With such a strong man as your teacher, as long as you don't do something The things that make people angry, whether other nobles think highly of you or look down on you, are not worth mentioning. "

Orian was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the teacher.

She's not stupid, she just hasn't been exposed to real aristocratic life in the past, so there are many things she can't think of. As a girl from a poor family, her aristocratic status brought her nothing but the surname Gerten and a fairly good job.

Whether it was gatherings of nobles or noble education, these things had nothing to do with her - in fact, her father had already been reduced from a noble to an ordinary citizen when he was a child. It's just that I still have a feeling of incense, and I can still get some benefits from the Viscount Palace through my fingers, and I can maintain a life that is not rich but not poor either.

Her parents died young and she grew up in the library. His only companions are books, and his only friends are the believers of the God of Books. The nerds had always wanted to recruit her to join the church, but her easy-going personality was quite stubborn about her faith, and she was only willing to believe in gods whose ideas she agreed with. She didn't disagree with the idea of ​​the God of Classics to "protect books, collect books, and pass on civilization", but she couldn't agree with it.

Love of books can only be said to be a hobby, or personal cultivation. If it is regarded as a philosophy of life, it is too thin!

Originally, if there were no accidents, Orian's life would probably be about reading as a hobby, copying books as a career, and being a lifelong bookworm. In the future, I will find a peaceful man to start a family, have children... and my whole life will go by like this. But when she was ten years old, her fate changed dramatically.

While looking for books in the library, she accidentally discovered that the old man sweeping the floor could actually jump up to the high bookshelf!

This ability is quite astonishing for senior adventurers, let alone Orian, who is still a child. She immediately became interested, and after more than half a year of hard work, she finally convinced the old man to accept her as his student and teach her some skills...

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye she is already fifteen years old. Orian learned from her grandfather not only the strange ability to fly over walls and walls, but also many principles of life and doing things. Coupled with the fact that she is well-read, she has grown into an outstanding talent in both civil and military arts before she knows it.

So when Sui Xiong cast his spell to find "the most suitable person to lead the Geerten Territory," it was only natural that he found her.

"If we say 'the most suitable person to lead the Gelteng Territory'... wouldn't Master Romon be more suitable?" Orian asked, "After all, he has almost mastered the Gelteng Territory, and he is indeed very talented. ”

"But he is a fake after all." Sui Xiong said.

"It's actually very easy to fake things like bloodline." Orian indeed knows a lot. "I've seen it. It's said that ordinary high-level mages can perform it, but the material cost of the ritual is slightly more expensive."

"But what is fake is still fake, and there is always the possibility of being exposed in the future." Sui Xiong said.

"Although the Bloodline Inheritance Ceremony cannot be lifted with 'Advanced Dispel Magic', it can be lifted with 'Magic Energy Disintegration'." The old man who had been silent spoke up, "But 'Magic Energy Disintegration' is a legendary spell. There are very few people. But since there is a god who is willing to help you, just ask him to help you create such a scroll."

Seeing the teacher's promise, Orian's eyes finally lit up.

Sui Xiong smiled slightly and said, "Then let's decide, you will be the viscount."

"Wait!" the old man interrupted before Orian could answer. He raised his head and looked at his disciple seriously, "I want to remind you first that being a lord is very hard and dangerous. From where you sit down Once you get into that position, your peaceful life will be far away from you. You will have to deal with conspiracy and calculation all day long, and you will have to fight with wisdom or force against all kinds of people you don't like. You have to compromise and you can't simply do things according to your wishes. Many times, even if it is a trivial matter, you have to work hard and make twists and turns to succeed. "

"You will be exhausted physically and mentally, and there will be no leisure left; your hands will be stained with blood, and there will be no innocence left; you will fight all day long, and there will be no peace left... Even so, don't you regret it?"

Orian was silent for a while and whispered: "I think there are many things in Geertenland that are bad and need to be changed. I want to use my talents in more places, like what is recorded in the book Like a wise man, everyone can live and work in peace and contentment. I even want to have a book recording my deeds in the library in the future... Although I am still a little uneasy, I will try my best!"

The old man smiled, lowered his head again, and said nothing more.

"Don't worry, you will definitely be able to do well!" Sui Xiong gently patted the girl's head with his tentacles and silently recited two lines of poetry in his heart.

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Girl, I like you!

The two sides who were fighting in the Viscount's Mansion didn't know that in a simple cabin in the deserted library of Gerten City, the outcome of the battle for the inheritance of the territory had already been decided.

Even for several people in the hut, the most important thing is not this.

"I don't know what to call this old gentleman?" After solving the issue of the inheritance of Viscount Gerten, Sui Xiong tried to talk to the mysterious old man again.

The old man smiled: "I dare not call myself old in front of gods. My name is Wall, but now I am called Fry. People who know me call me Old Fry... Haha, not many people can call me this name anymore, after all. I have been living in seclusion here for almost fifty years."

"Wal...Wal..." Lei said to himself, repeating the name several times, and finally remembered its origin, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Are you the 'Black Blade' Wall?! That year Because his family was murdered, he assassinated the Holy Fire Duke of the Holy Angel Kingdom with one sword, and then fought his way out of the Holy Fire City under the siege of thousands of troops, and his whereabouts have never been known. So you are still alive! "

He was so excited that he seemed to have met the person he admired. Even because of the excitement, the inner defenses that had been tightly closed opened a lot, allowing Sui Xiong to clearly see the scene reflected in his heart.

In a gorgeous room, a boy about ten years old was learning swordsmanship from a very serious old man wearing a wig.

During the break, the young man asked: "Teacher, you often say, 'A good noble should master politics. No matter how powerful the sword is, it will never be able to defeat the hand that holds political power.' So are there any exceptions in this world?"

The old man pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "Of course there are exceptions. For example, thirty years ago, the Holy Fire Duke of the Holy Angel Kingdom wanted to attack the legendary realm and hunted down civilians with the blood of evil creatures and used them as sacrifices. The product was purified with flames to please the Lord of Glory (another name for the Sun God). Many people died, and the people complained, but there was nothing they could do. Later, an adventurer named Wall was killed before the Duke of Holy Fire held a promotion ceremony. At night while he was bathing and guarding, he entered the glorious cathedral of the Holy Fire City with one man and one sword, killing the Duke of the Holy Fire and several high-level church officials, as well as many guards. Finally, he broke through the siege in the night, rushed out of the Holy Fire City, and flourished. And go."

"You see, swordsmanship can indeed be superior to power when it reaches a certain level. It's just...it's harder to reach that level than to become a king!" The old man smiled kindly and stroked the young man's head. , "After all, for you, there is still some hope of becoming a king..."

"Teacher, you look down on people!" The boy who was teased suddenly puffed up his cheeks, "I also want to be such a top master! With a sword in my hand, no one can stop me, and I will fight for justice and injustice!"

"Okay, okay, you can definitely do it..."

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