Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

Karl was his original name, and he had previously stayed in the black streets of Gunnar Town, where people often referred to as slums, mixed with abandoned children and idle people.

The residents of the territory did not dare to go near there.

Ron learned a lot of information about Gunnar Town from Carl. Just like where there is sunshine, there are shadows, and Gunnar Town is a cancer in Arnold's territory.

Then there was one more thing that had to be done on his list of plans.

Children in the slums will choose to stay in groups. Only in this way can they survive. However, there is no absolute fairness in anything. Even in such a weak group, there is always prey on the jungle.

Older children will snatch food from younger children, and Carl, who is only 5 years old, is naturally the weaker one.

He was dissatisfied with this situation, he was angry and resentful, until his heart became cold.

Unfortunately, an unknown god gave him a chance, a chance to change his destiny, and he took it. Although the results are slightly different, it is true.

"Captain, is this really okay? He was... before." Thomas had participated in interrogations, and he knew that the little boy in front of him was not as innocent as he seemed.

Abel frowned. He was indeed surprised to have Karl join the Cavaliers, but he still said: "It's okay. We will fulfill our duties and fulfill the Lord's orders. Don't worry about the rest, and don't think about it."

"Well, you're right." Thomas admired Abel's knightly character from the bottom of his heart.

After arranging Carl's affairs, Ron returned to his room. Originally, he just wanted to lock Carl in for a few days and then drive him out.

Judging from the fact that he disobeyed Benden's order and did not poison Melitoya, Karl's heart was not turbid. Even in an environment of malicious treatment, he still insisted on his kindness.

This lack of conscience gave Ron a reason to let him go.

If it was just that, Ron would not leave him to join the Cavaliers. He checked Karl's character card last night.

I didn’t expect to actually have an entry, and it was also green.

【Silver One Star】

【Karl】

[Favorability: 51 (alert)]

[Entry 1: Stealth (green)]

[Stealth (green): Greatly reduces one’s own presence when no one is watching]

There are not many people in the Baron Mansion who can possess the entry attribute of green quality.

Master Hadey has blue quality. This person was invited and cannot be counted as a member of the Baron's House.

Apart from this there are only Egbert and Abel, both of whom are of green quality, the others are either white or have no entries.

When Carl grows up and develops his own talents, it will definitely be a big help.

Ron checked Carl's qualifications and was able to practice fighting qi, but he was not sure about his talent.

All of the above are the reasons why Ron decided to train Carl.

Let’s talk about the favorability. When Ron took him to the training ground, Carl’s favorability had already reached 58 (gratitude). If he shows up normally, there won’t be any problems if he increases his favorability.

Not long after returning to the room and sitting down, Melitoya knocked on the door and came in.

"Goodbye, my lord brother."

After she saluted, she sat demurely next to Ron. Judging from her posture, she looked more and more like a noble daughter.

"You don't have to go to class today?" Ron asked, knowing in his heart the purpose of the other party's visit.

"Brother, with permission from the teacher, we have a rest today."

Melitoya answered honestly. She pursed her lips and thought about the words to make her brother not angry and agree to her request.

Ron stared at her expression with interest, took a leisurely sip of tea, and waited quietly.

Every time Melitoya wanted to open her mouth, she shook her head. Ron frowned as he watched.

Alas, the cowardice in the bones is not so easy to change. Forget it, who made her his sister?

He said softly: "He is now practicing with the knights on the training ground. You don't have to worry."

Melitoya was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, "Brother, you are so kind."

"Why do you care so much about him?" Ron looked at her smile and asked after hesitating for a while.

"No, no, I just feel a little pity for him, just..." Melitoya was a little flustered.

Pitiful?

The surprising answer is that Melitoya probably doesn't know Karl's experience, and judging from Karl's usual behavior, it shouldn't be described as pitiful.

Is it a child’s intuition?

Ron no longer thought about it. He stood up and took out an exquisite gift box from the drawer next to him and pushed it in front of Melitoya.

"Brother, what is this?"

"Open it and take a look." Ron didn't say anything clearly and asked her to open it herself.

Melitoya was clumsy and spent some effort to finally open the gift box, which contained a red bow hairpin.

Melitoya looked happy, and Ron's voice sounded, "I didn't have time to give you a gift when we first met. This is compensation."

"Thank you, brother, I like this gift very much." Melitoya thanked her quickly, and Ron smiled and asked her to put it on now.

“You don’t need to take it off after putting it on, and you can wear it when you go out.”

Before that, Ron had already painted an entry for the bow hairpin. Due to time constraints, he only painted a green entry that worked well.

This entry is both offensive and defensive, and will automatically function as long as you put it on.

【Butterfly Hairpin】

【picture】

[Entry 1: The gambler who cannot produce scissors (green)]

[The Gambler Without Scissors (Green): Automatically senses hostility, performs guessing, launches defense when "Paper" is released, and launches attack when "Punch" is released]

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Ron felt that the attributes of this entry were good, so he did not continue to read it.

"Yeah, my brother gave me a gift, and I will definitely wear it all the time." Melitoya threw her hands back, unable to put on the hairpin.

"Why are you so stupid? You can't even wear this." Ron stood up and came behind her, took the butterfly hairpin and fixed it for her.

When Melitoya heard this, she was not disappointed. Instead, she smiled stupidly at Ron. She gradually realized why Sister Eileen said that her brother was very nice.

"Brother, I have a request." Melitoya thought of this, looked at Ron guiltily, and said.

Ron sat back down, glanced at her, and did not immediately agree, "Let's talk about it."

"Can I call you brother when there is no one around?" After asking this question, Melitoya felt a little scared and expectant in her heart.

Ron was surprised for a moment and said casually: "As you wish."

Hearing this, Melitoya suddenly smiled and called out repeatedly: "Brother, brother!"

She was even happier than when she was given a bow hairpin just now. Melitoya wanted to get close to Ron and talk about more topics.

"Brother, I asked Sister Eileen about the names of the animals written in the book. I couldn't understand them, so I thought."

Ron looked at her high-spirited look and said first, "Melitoya, you must be hungry now. Irene should have prepared snacks. You should go and eat quickly, otherwise you will have to lick the plate."

"Eh?"

Later, Melitoya was pushed out of the room by Ron with a confused look on her face.

A few days later, Ron called Joyce to discuss teaching materials.

"You mean drawing shapes next to words?"

Ron nodded affirmatively. Melitoya has been very pestering recently. When chatting, she always talks about the knowledge she has learned. She encounters very few things and can't talk about many things.

He found that there were some problems in the learning materials. In order to solve the problem, he asked Joyce to discuss it.

Ron expressed his thoughts: "We can produce a set of standard enlightenment textbooks and add pictures to the text to make it easier for children to understand. If it is feasible, it can be popularized throughout the territory in the future."

After hearing this, Joyce frowned and thought. Now she is not only Melitoya's tutor, but also in charge of territorial affairs. She considers relatively comprehensive matters.

a long time.

She shook her head, "Lord, although your idea is very good, I'm afraid it won't be fully promoted."

Then she explains the difficulty.

"The first is the issue of money. If it is just text, you can write a lot on one page. But if you want to add pictures, it may take a lot of paper. There are many children in the territory, and the problem of damaged books needs to be considered."

"Stop! Let's talk about the second question." Ron nodded, indicating for her to say something else.

Joyce saw that there was no dissatisfaction on Ron's face due to doubts, but a look of approval. Could this be another test?

She didn't think any more and continued to express her thoughts.

"The second one is the thinking of the territorial residents. You need to know that not everyone is willing to spend money to buy useless books. In their eyes, the money to buy books may be tomorrow's lunch. Instead of wasting time reading books, it is better to do more Live a little bit."

After finishing speaking, Ron smiled and said: "It's good that you can think of these, but you don't need to worry about the rest. Now you first make a textbook that combines pictures and text."

Joyce frowned and asked: "Excuse me, Lord, is there anything else I have omitted?"

This is not questioning, but wanting to know your own shortcomings to alert yourself.

"It's not an oversight."

Ron shook his head and said: "You only saw one side. You said before that many of the people are more concerned about tomorrow's rations and don't want their children to waste time studying useless textbooks."

Joyce nodded, that was the truth.

Ron chuckled and said in a question: "What if I tell them that they can get money for studying? If they study well, they will get more money. What will happen?"

As soon as these words came out, Joyce's pupils shrank. What would happen? Naturally, they will rush to send their children to study.

There are not many things that children can do, but now they have the opportunity to learn knowledge for free and get money for free. They would be fools not to do it.

"Lord, in this case, money"

Ron waved his hand and said: "Now is not the time, the necessary conditions have not yet appeared. You have done a very good job, but what I want to teach you is: before considering losses, you must clearly see the size of the benefits created. .”

Seeing that Ron didn't want to talk anymore, Joyce saluted and thanked: "Thank you, Lord, for your teaching. I will keep it in my heart."

Ron nodded slightly and said nothing more.

She hesitated for a moment and asked: "The maid Veronica in the mansion is good at drawing. Do you think I can let her help me?"

Good at drawing?

Ron recalled it and remembered that one of the maids did have a relevant entry, and that was the only one left besides Diana and Irene.

At that time, I found out that it was about the attributes of painting entries. Ron didn't pay too much attention to it. He didn't expect that it would come in handy at this time.

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly and agreed.

Joyce received the approval, bowed and silently exited the room.

Then, she asked about Veronica's work schedule. Veronica didn't work today, and Joyce found her in the dormitory.

At this time, a girl in her early twenties was painting. Her orange hair covered her face, and she lowered her head slightly towards the easel. On the easel was a very desolate painting, in which a man with a big belly was handling the chopping board with a knife. on a chicken.

The focus of this painting is not the man, but the chicken. You can feel a sense of sadness through the painting.

Joyce came behind her, looked at the painting, and said helplessly: "If the chef sees this painting, he will definitely scold you severely."

Veronica kept moving her hands and replied in a low voice: "It's you, Joyce."

Joyce knew something about her and didn't care about her attitude. He said, "I want to ask you a favor. Sister Veronica is good at painting. I want you to use your talents."

"Okay." Veronica still maintained her painting posture and said without looking back.

Joyce didn't expect that she would agree so readily, and the next second Veronica spoke again.

"You must be wondering why I agreed so quickly, right?"

"Ah, um." Joyce looked at her back strangely. Is Veronica this kind of character?

"Hehe~ If I'm not mistaken, it was the lord who asked you to come, right?"

"Ah, no."

Veronica obviously didn't hear her words, and said to herself: "Since it is the Lord's order, there is nothing we can do. Some people are born noble, and some are born low."

"You misunderstood, it's not what you thought." Joyce felt that Veronica was very strange at this time and wanted to explain something, but the next moment her style changed.

Veronica held her head in her hands, raised her neck, and shouted in a deep voice: "Ah, inspiration, this damn inspiration ran into my mind!"

"Sister Veronica, are you okay?" Joyce asked tremblingly as she had never seen such a scene before.

"No! I must engrave it!" Veronica ignored it, her hands flying, and the brush slid on the new paper to form a new painting.

"Then I won't bother you. I'll come find you next time." Joyce ran out of the room quickly and looked at the closed door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, so terrible!"

She was frightened for a while. Joyce, who had read tens of millions of books, could not understand what had just happened.

Thinking of going to find her later, I shuddered.

In the evening, Veronica came to the door by herself. She looked calm and asked with a smile: "I'm sorry, Joyce, what exactly did you come to see me for during the day?"

Looking at the completely different Veronica in front of him, Joyce wondered if he was hallucinating and that the Veronica during the day was someone else pretending to be her.

"That's it, about the combination of pictures and text in textbooks"

Later, Joyce explained to her. After listening, Veronica said confidently: "No problem, just leave it to me."

The next day, Joyce took the drawings Veronica had drawn overnight and handed them to Ron for inspection.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Ron looked at it and nodded in praise, "The lines are smooth and clear, and just a few strokes can create a lifelike painting."

Before Joyce could relax, Ron said again: "But why do these paintings look so sad? Come and take a look at this chicken. It gives people the feeling of dying in despair."

"Uh, I, I asked her to redraw it!" Joyce quickly took away all the paintings and ran to find Veronica.

Veronica's eyes lit up when she heard Joyce explaining the reason for returning the manuscript. The lord could actually understand her painting?

This was the first time in her life that she was moved.