Lux's Magic Penetration Rod

Of course, Lux knew nothing about the new conspiracy woven by Black Rose, but because the two leading guys "died" strangely, and no one else was left alive... no matter what, there are problems here .

Unfortunately, the other party was a little too decisive, and the usual tracking methods in the Shadow Realm were completely ineffective. In the end, Lux could only ask the first-series mages to strengthen their vigilance, and ask the seventh-series mages to support the composting team. Make sure nothing goes wrong.

In addition, the compensation for the killed and seriously injured members of the seventh series of legal guardians is also a top priority.

Fortunately for the seriously injured, the double subsidy will give them nothing to worry about.

For the dead, the situation is more complicated.

For those who have family members, whether they are newly married in Forsbarrow or brought in from elsewhere, the pension must be paid to the family members.

But the problem is that most of the mages have not yet married. Although a small number of them have brought their families to Forsbarrow, most of the seventh-series mages are rather gloomy and their relationship with their families is not very good.

Among the six imperial guards who died in battle, four were strangers.

According to relevant regulations, Lux will be responsible for finding four children without parents from Mithral City immigrants, inheriting their surnames, pensions and...glory.

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The bell that marked the end of today's class rang, and Mori Sani, who was in charge of teaching math class, did not immediately announce the end of school.

"I stress again, everyone must complete their homework by themselves." He glanced at the restless students in the classroom, who seemed to be about to jump up and rush out at the next moment, and said in a serious tone, "If I find out again If someone tries to plagiarize someone else's homework, I would have a good talk with his parents and ask them whether they bought the expensive paper to prepare their child to be a clerk, a sheriff, or to become an idiot who can only imitate. "

The students were silent, and several children who were focused on by Mori subconsciously sat upright.

On the one hand, this is because Mori is usually strict, and on the other hand, he is worried about threats from his family.

After all, education is really rare for people in the north. For parents who don’t know how to educate their children, using the available objects at hand to give their ignorant brats a big fight is better than using their own poor vocabulary. It's easy to tell him a lesson.

Moreover, these simple working people know very well that if they reason with themselves, their children may not listen, but if they beat them, they will definitely feel pain.

Seeing that the children all realized the seriousness of the problem, Mori nodded with satisfaction. The subtle satisfaction of being a teacher filled his chest. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and finally he showed a not-so-kind smile.

"The following is a three-day break. In addition to homework, I hope that everyone can have a better time while listening to the Lord's speech. Of course, as before, it is prohibited to play in the artificial lake, and Not every time you are lucky enough to meet people from Newport."

"Well, now that school is over - after school, Pande comes to my office."

After finishing speaking, Mori picked up the teaching scroll, picked up the water glass, and left the classroom with square steps. Behind him, the students finally burst into loud cheers.

When Mori heard the sound in the corridor, he couldn't help but shake his head gently.

What a bunch of little monkeys who can't calm down.

Not giving myself any peace of mind at all.

Counting it all together, it has been two years since I came to Forsbarrow.

But looking back at his life over the past two years, Morrie still feels like a dream.

Mori Sani, born in the Sani family, is a son of a nobleman. He used to make a living as a tutor for other big nobles.

He was able to come to Forsbarrow because Lux hired him with a high salary through the noble channel - but after coming to Forsbarrow, he had to educate not one or two aristocratic children, but a hundred. Children from different families.

In order to cope with more students, the content he taught was reduced from mathematics, etiquette and ornamentation to mathematics. Because of his rich teaching experience, Morrie can also enjoy an extra allowance and be responsible as the tutor of this class people.

Although this teaching method is completely inconsistent with tradition and even goes against the honor of the nobility, as a destitute person who is a sideline of a declining noble family, the honor of the nobility cannot be used as food.

The Sani family is the lowest noble, and Mori's grandfather is a well-known local man with many children and many blessings. He has six uncles, three uncles, and more than twelve aunts, so although Mori is a noble Born, but in terms of personal wealth, he is not even comparable to most civilians.

There is no way. In Demacia, the inheritance of nobles is very strict and cruel. Families with large fiefdoms like the Crownguard family are fine. Many sons other than the eldest son of small noble families often have to fend for themselves. Those with better conditions can pave the way from their families to join the army or devote themselves to the arts; those with worse conditions can become tutors, political officers, magistrates or personal staff; those with worse conditions can only rely on being bards, or Join the Illuminati to host weddings and funerals and make a living.

Therefore, he cherishes this job opportunity in Forsbarrow very much. It is extremely stressful to teach hundreds of bastards, but Morrigan enjoys it.

At least here, he found the meaning of his work.

You must know that in aristocratic families, most tutors and nurturing mothers are equivalent. Although they can enlighten noble young masters and ladies, they cannot be called teachers.

In addition to passing on knowledge, teachers from aristocratic families also have the significance of personal connections, which tutors cannot provide.

But in Forsbarrow, he is a "big shot" and an "intellectual" in the eyes of the locals, and unlike when he teaches aristocrats who need to be coaxed, here he can completely lead the teaching and punish those naughty guys. This is a very valuable spiritual reward for a knowledgeable person.

In addition, the reward given by Lux was generous enough - he asked for twelve gold coins, which was the annual salary; Lux gave him five gold coins, which was the monthly salary - for him, life in Forsbarrow was already very Happy.

If there was anything he wasn't satisfied with... I'm afraid the only two things he didn't like were the stronger local northern women, and the long winter being a bit too cold.

Shaking his head to expel these messy thoughts from his mind, Mori lowered his head and sipped the tea in the cup, pushed open the office door, and sat in his seat.

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The students all excitedly started to rush out of the door, but Pan De, who was called, could only pack his things and go against the crowd towards the instructor's office.

Damn it, he was obviously the one who was plagiarized! Why did you stay instead of them?

Unfortunately, no matter how aggrieved he was, Pan De could only come out of the office honestly, and then knocked on the office door cautiously.

"Teacher, I'm here."

"come in."

Pande pushed open the door and entered.

This was not the first time he came to Mori's office, but it was obvious that he had not yet reached the point where "entering the teacher's office is like going home". Although he was quite dissatisfied, he still kept his head down.

There were no other teachers around, which made Pande slightly relieved.

"I'm looking for you this time because His Excellency the Earl hopes to recommend a promising child from Mithril City." Mori closed the lid of the teacup. "After thinking about it, I thought of you."

Um?

Isn't it because of plagiarism?

Are you looking for a child with a bright future?

The teacher chose me because he thought I had a future?

Will I become Laxana’s right-hand man in the future?

Next, I will become the chief student and join the Northern Walkers?

Pande raised his head in great surprise and almost shouted.

Then, he saw the teacher's eyes full of warning and scrutiny.

He couldn't help but shudder, but this time, he didn't lower his head.

"That has to be me!" Pan De straightened up and even raised his head slightly, "I have good grades and good health -"

"It's also the most delicious." Morrie interrupted his boast, "His Majesty the Earl's subsidy is not enough to fill your stomach. Do you have to provide homework copies in exchange for oatmeal?"

"..."

Half of what he said was choked in his throat. Pande's eyes widened in embarrassment and he looked at his teacher in disbelief. After a long time, he finally lowered his head again.

"Okay, boss, you're getting taller now, don't act like this, I look disgusting." Mori handed a piece of paper to Pan De, "Take it, read it carefully, and sign at the back if you agree." Write, press fingerprints - put your mind on study and training, don't let those gangsters copy your homework, that's not a good thing."

Pande took the paper from the teacher's hand and became more and more surprised as he read it.

"Become the adopted son of Uno Pasent and inherit the glory of Pasent?" Pande subconsciously exclaimed, "But I have a surname, my surname is Crown Guard!"

"But you are not in the Crownguard family's genealogy." Morrie sighed softly, "You are no longer a child, Pende. Since you left Mithril City and came to Forsbarrow, you should already know This means something."

Pande didn't speak, just looked at the contract in his hand blankly.

The content of the contract is not complicated. A law protector named Uno Pasent died in the battle. Your Excellency, the Earl, wants to pass on his glory and achievements. If you agree, you will inherit Pasent in the future. The surname and the glory of Uno Passant.

In addition, I will also inherit Uno Pasente's pension. Although it will not directly give me a large amount of money, it should at least be able to completely fill my stomach and not make me pay for extra money by defaulting to my classmates copying their homework. There was a bit of bread that the other party couldn't eat - the tall and powerful Pande could eat better than the average half-sized boy. Even if Lux provided a large subsidy for food and accommodation, he was always hungry.

Pande needed this pension very much. The feeling of not having enough food was not pleasant at all.

But Pande subconsciously resisted this pension, because it meant that he needed to change his surname to Pasent and completely abandon the crown guard.

Even though the Crownguard family had never acknowledged his illegitimate son, and even though his mother did not tell him the identity of his father when she sank into the cold river, for Pande, the glory of Crownguard was his last pride.

Yes, during those days when he was wandering in Mithral City, the Crownguard's surname was once Pendor's only support.

He clearly remembered the days two years ago when he was carrying sandbags and transporting stones at the dock of Mithril City Port.

After the war, Mithril City was in dire straits and lacked supplies. A twelve-year-old child had to do half the work of an adult for no pay, or in other words, the pay was barely enough to fill his stomach.

At that time, Pan De was resigned to the situation and did not say a word no matter how much he was ridiculed by the veterans at the dock. It was not until someone found out his last name and said to him, "You deserve to be named Crown Guard," that he finally couldn't help but take up swinging. Fist - Then, he was severely punished by the troublemaker.

Now Pan De is taller than the average person. He is so tall that even the teacher needs to look up to him. But when he was twelve years old, he was just a thin bamboo pole. Although he was not short, he was still too weak.

Of course, the mean-mouthed guy didn't fare well either. He had a deep crescent-shaped scar on his left hand, and his toes were stepped on and broken.

After that, Pande was driven away from the dock. When he met Forsbarrow's initiative to absorb immigrants, Pander, who had nowhere to go, came to Forsbarrow.

After arriving at Forsbarrow, he originally planned to work hard like he did in Mithril City, but what he didn't expect was that the clerk refused to introduce him after confirming that he was indeed only twelve years old. The demands of work sent him to school instead.

Then, there are two years of school life.

To be honest, when Pande recalled this, he was a little surprised.

It seems that I have completely subconsciously blurred the wandering life of twelve years old. Except for some moments with my mother, the past twelve years seem to be just a blurred dream. Even if I try hard to recall, I can't remember it clearly.

On the contrary, Pande's memory of what happened in the past two years is so clear.

Even the extremely embarrassing incident of eating the first lunch for five people after arriving at school and causing Teacher Mori to miss the meal was as clear as if it only happened yesterday.

Blinking, Pande couldn't help but think of his mother again.

I remembered my mother's silence when the flood spread and she was sent to the city wall.

I remembered my mother’s warm embrace, good smell and regular heartbeat when I was younger.

That was all the tenderness Pande had before he was twelve years old.

After coming to Forsbarrow, Pande once told himself that he would work hard to become a Northern Walker and a new noble, and then return to Mithril City to find that coward and give him a gift for the father he had never met. A slap in the face told him that he was a scumbag and that he had let down a great woman.

But when he laid his eyes on the paper and looked at the short life of the Dharma Protector named Uno Pasent, an unprecedented thought appeared in his mind.

Maybe that scumbag didn't deserve to be his father at all.

"You come from Mithril City, and you know very well what kind of people most of the real Crown Guards are." Mori obviously didn't know what Pande was thinking, but he just thought that he was unwilling to give up the glory carried by the name Crown Guards, " My child, you are fourteen years old now, and I remember you said that Lord Laxana is the person you respect and admire the most."

Pande, whose thoughts were a little confused, nodded subconsciously.

"And her greatness probably does not come from Crown Guard." Mori lowered his voice, "Furthermore, according to the rules, perhaps the descendants of your lord will no longer have Crown Guard as their surname, but Laxana."

"..."

"Child, my name is Mori Sani." Looking at Pande, who was still stunned, Mori sighed softly and made a rare appearance, "Sani is also a surname that carries honor, but in the past three years, More than ten years of wandering have told me that the glory of Sani does not lie in the surname itself... I hope to recommend you to Your Majesty the Count because I hope you will forget those stupid pasts and those insects that have no pursuits, start over, and rush to the future. Your own Great Expectations.”

Pande still didn't speak, he just bit his lips tightly, his eyes were red as if they were about to drip blood.

In a daze, his eyes finally fell on the signature belonging to Uno Pasente.

"I agree to hand over the death benefit to ____ Pasente and support him in his adulthood. (Signed) Uno Pasente"

The signature is not pretty. Objectively speaking, it is not even as pretty as Pan De’s own signature.

But looking at this string of smooth signatures, at this moment, Pan De just felt a wake-up call.

He has never met Uno, but he is willing to give all the pension and honor he received in exchange for his death to a child he has never met.

But his biological father, because of his damn noble honor, has not seen him or given him any support for fourteen years.

Crownguard, what a glorious surname!

But what does that have to do with myself?

I was able to grow up so big in the north because of the needlework and frostbite in my mother's hands, the calluses on my back and soles, the subsidies from Lady Laxana and the help from Forsbarrow's classmates.

Rather than some damn, illusory, lofty crown guard!

I am no longer the child with only one hope named Crown Guard!

Perhaps this Archon just wanted to leave some memories for himself after his death.

But that's better than a certain Crown Guard nobleman who has been a coward for more than ten years.

Gritting his teeth and picking up the pen, Pan De trembled and signed his name in the blank space carefully and carefully.

Then, when Mo Li took the ink pad, he bit his fingers hard like he bit the hand of the old man from the dock, and left his own marks in the blank space one by one. All finger marks.

The ten bright red fingerprints seemed to be the accusation of a child who had cried blood for twelve years.

Since then, there has been no Pendor Crownguard in Forsbarrow, only Pendor Parsont!

After doing all this, Pander Parsont finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He pressed the contract on the table, turned to look out the window, wiped his nose with his fur sleeves, and raised his face slightly.

Snow is falling outside the window.

Under the silver light, Fosbairo seemed to have entered a new world.

Kalja’s Little Classroom·Fosbaero’s Food Subsidy:

Although Pandor often didn't have enough to eat, that was mainly because he was so voracious.

In fact, Forsbarrow's food and clothing subsidies for students are very sufficient. Although the food is not very delicious and the materials of the clothes are not comparable to foreign trade products, it is difficult to cope with the appetite and height growth of a half-grown boy. Still no problem.