Military Genius Came To Another World with Zizhi Tongjian

　　 Britannia Empire, the capital of Pendragon.

　　Pandragon, as the capital of the Britannia Empire, is the only large city in the Britannia Empire with a population of over one million.

　　 The row upon row of tavern houses, the bustling citizens on the streets, the endless stream of carriages, the accents of various countries that echo in the ears.

　　 All of this makes Pendragon worthy of the title of "the most prosperous city in the Britannia Empire".

　　 At this time, somewhere in Pendragon—

　　 Ed yawned.

　　 is really boring. Ed pulled his gray beard while thinking so.

　　 3 months ago, His Majesty the Emperor decided to call up excellent teachers across the country to teach his 6-year-old granddaughter, Ilsa Augustus.

　　 Regarding the decision of His Majesty the Emperor, most people understand it, and it is normal to recruit teachers of history, astronomy, and philosophy.

　　 But His Majesty the Emperor still recruits teachers who can teach the art of war.

　　 This is a bit abnormal. What do you teach your granddaughter to do?

However, the ministers were relieved after all. After all, the emperor of this generation, His Majesty Gozewen, was a somewhat stupid and incompetent emperor. He always made some absurd and nonsensical decisions, and even stranger and absurd decisions had appeared. Now, ask a war teacher to teach the emperor's granddaughter the warfare?

　　 I want to be the emperor's granddaughter's war teacher. It is simple and simple, and difficult and difficult. You only need to write down your understanding and sentiments about the art of war, and then submit it. There will be someone to review, and those people will decide who is eligible to be the emperor's granddaughter's art teacher.

　　 And Ed is specifically responsible for receiving the writings of those who apply for the emperor's granddaughter's art of war teacher.

　　 After taking this task 3 months ago, Ed has been sitting in the central square of Pendragon for 3 months.

　　 After 3 months, very few people have come to apply for the art of war teacher.

　　 And today is the last day. After today, I won’t be able to apply for the emperor’s granddaughter’s war teacher.

　　 Ed, who was sitting in the chair, yawned again, and then stretched a lot. While stretching, thinking:

Today, after the sun goes down, this boring task can finally be ended. Really, civilians, who would study the art of war, the emperor is really getting older and more confused. If you want to teach the emperor’s granddaughter the art of war, please ask those who have Isn't it enough for knights with experience in combat?

　　 At this moment, Ed felt the light in front of him suddenly dimmed, and looked up and found a young teenager standing in front of him.

　　 Ed secretly said:

Um? Why does this teenager have black hair and black pupils, so he looks like a prairie man in the east? However, it seems that it is not very similar to the prairie people.

　　 Ed carefully looked up and down the black-haired boy in front of him. The black-haired boy in front of him is tall, not burly, a little thin, and has delicate features, but his features are more like a prairie, but not the same as a prairie. His eyes are bigger and the bridge of his nose is higher. .

　　 "Excuse me," the black-haired boy said, "Is this the place to receive the "art of war"?"

　　 Ed raised his eyebrows.

　　 "Oh? Young man, are you here to apply for the military teacher of His Royal Highness Ilsa?"

　　 The black-haired boy nodded.

　　 "Yes."

　　 "Young man, do you...know the art of war? From your look, you are just a civilian, right?"

　　 "I understand."

　　The black-haired boy's answer was brief, but very powerful. Ed was taken aback by the powerful answer of the black-haired boy.

　　 This young man is really confident...but looking at his eyes and the aura on his body, it doesn't feel like bragging.

　　 Ed took care of the clothes on his body, and waved away all his contempt, and said with a serious face: "Then you should also understand that if you want to become the emperor's granddaughter's war teacher, what should you hand in?"

　　 "Well, I know."

　　 The black-haired boy took out stacks of paper neatly.

　　 Ed spread out and found that there were five large sheets of paper.

　　 "I have written so much, the words are pretty good-looking."

　　 Ed looked at it roughly, and then put it away solemnly. He didn't understand the art of war anyway, and couldn't see how the black-haired teenager wrote.

"I have already received it. Thank you for your hard work. You came in time. Today is the last day. After today, you can no longer apply for the emperor's granddaughter's war teacher. Please write me your name and current address. After you are selected, someone will pick you up into the palace to participate in the appointment ceremony. But if you are not selected, no one will pick you up. Tomorrow will officially begin to review the "art of war experience" submitted by the candidates. There will be results in about 5 days."

　　 "Well, I understand."

　　 Ed handed a piece of paper and a feather pen to the black-haired boy.

　　 The black-haired boy handed Ed's paper and quill pen, and then began to write his name and current address on the paper.

　　 Ed, who was curious about the black-haired boy, paid special attention to the black-haired boy's name.

　　 Is this young man called Su Cheng... It’s a strange name, neither the name of a prairie man nor ours. Um? Live in the stables?

　　......

　　 "Boss, someone is applying for a chef!"

　　Owen, who was calculating the income of the store for this month, stopped working and turned his head after hearing the voice of the waiter in the store. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Someone has come to apply for a chef?"

　　 Owen is the owner and only chef of a small restaurant in Pendragon. Although the restaurant is not very big, the business is great every day. Owen is too busy every day.

　　 In order to reduce his burden and expand the restaurant’s dishes, Owen decided to hire an extra chef.

　　 Now we only have Irving and a hired waitress named Lycra.

　　 It’s only been more than a month since the recruitment announcement was posted, and no suitable candidates have been recruited. Because Owen’s conditions are too harsh, Owen is a well-known chef with a high level of cooking skills. Because of his good cooking skills, his small restaurant’s business is so hot. Owen only intends to recruit people with the same or surpassing culinary skills as himself, so after more than a month, he did not recruit any new chefs.

　　 But now there is a new applicant.

　　 Owen stood up with his big beer belly, and said to Lycra, the only waiter in his shop, "Take me to see."

　　 Owen followed Lycra and came to the door of his restaurant.

　　 found a beautiful girl standing in front of her restaurant.

　　 This girl looks like a teenager, with aqua-blue shoulder-length hair and aqua-blue pupils, and has delicate features—a very beautiful girl.

　　 "Little girl, are you going to be the chef of my restaurant?"

　　 The blue-haired girl nodded.

　　 "Well, yes. My name is Kylor Cooke and I have some confidence in cooking."

　　 Owen smiled contemptuously.

　　 "Huh, everyone who applied for the job said so before, the result? It's all idiots! Come in, let me test you and see if you are qualified to be a chef in my shop."