Cthulhu Gonfalon

The old man did not answer, just stood there and stood between him and Orion.

"Teacher, are you okay?" Orion hurried out from behind the administrator's long table, holding the old man and asking worriedly.

The old man smiled with a dry, hoarse voice and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I am not as vulnerable as you think. Only this level of activity is not to be said."

"This old gentleman, you don't have to worry." Ray's head flashed a flash of light, and Xiong Xiong cast a spell to cover the band, and then came out, "I didn't mean to Orion, I really wanted to Let her be the next generation of Viscounts."

"Oh? A god?" The old man raised his head. The wrinkled face had a pair of bright eyes that were completely different from the whole person's style. The sharp eyes made the swept mines have the illusion of being scratched. Looking straight into the hero without fear.

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

"I know, go to the house to talk about it."

As a pioneer, the people who like to read in Gelteng City are very poor, and the library is quite deserted. If the believers who are not the gods of the gods of wisdom and magic use this as a temple, give it a little more popularity, just like a haunted house.

Orion went to the priesthood and asked him to make a temporary class. He returned to her room with her own teacher and the mount that wanted her to be a Viscount.

Orion’s room was small and the layout was very simple, not at all like the residence of a young girl. If there is not a little rabbit doll on the bedside table, it shows a little girl's feelings, it is like an old nerd's home.

There are books everywhere, although the paper is not good, but the binding is very fine, it can be seen that Orion copyed and bound them, it really used a lot of thought.

Noticing Ray's view, Orion was not ashamed and said calmly: "Recording and producing low-end books is my main source of income. Unfortunately, there are too few people who love to read, or I can find it. There are too few valuable books."

"After you become a Viscount, you can make some efforts in promoting culture and strengthening education." Yan Xiong said, "I don't think you are like a luxury living person, save some extravagant expenses, it is enough to do. A lot of things."

"But the aristocrat's decent is also very important, can't be too neglected." Ray said what he remembered, shaking his head, "Oh, it doesn't matter to you. There is such a strong person as your teacher, as long as you don't do some The anger of the sky, other nobles can afford to look down on you, not worth mentioning."

Orion snorted and turned to look at the teacher.

She is not stupid, but she has never been exposed to real aristocratic life in the past, and many things can't be imagined. As a girl who was smashed by the side of the bank, the aristocratic identity gave her nothing but a Goering surname and a fairly good job.

Whether it is aristocratic gatherings or aristocratic education, these things are not with her - in fact, as early as her father, they have been from the nobles to ordinary citizens. It’s nothing more than a good scent, and it’s also a benefit of the Viscount’s sprinkling from the finger joints. It can maintain a life that is not poor but not poor.

Her parents died early and grew up in the library from an early age. As a companion with books, friends are only believers of the gods of classics. The group of nerds always wanted to absorb her to join the church, but she was obsessed with the character and she was stubborn in her beliefs. She only wanted to believe in the gods who recognized her ideas. She is not disapproving of the idea of ​​the book "love books, collecting books, inheriting civilizations", but she cannot agree.

Love books can only be said to be hobbies, or personal cultivation, as a concept of life, it is too thin!

Originally, if there was no accident, Orion’s life was probably based on reading, and she was a bookworm for a lifetime. In the future, a man who finds a good point will become a family, and he will have children... This life has passed. But when she was ten years old, her fate changed dramatically.

When she was looking for a book in the library, she stumbled upon the old grandfather who was sweeping the floor and was able to jump and jump on the high bookshelf!

This ability is quite amazing for experienced adventurers, not to mention Orion, who is still a child. She immediately became interested, soft and hard for half a year, and finally convinced the grandfather, promised to accept her as a student, teach her some skills...

Time flies, she is fifteen years old in a blink of an eye. What Orion learned from her grandfather was not only the strange ability to fly, but also the truth of doing things. Coupled with the extensive reading of books, she has grown into an outstanding talent for both civil and military studies.

Therefore, when Yu Xiong casts a spell and looks for "the most suitable talent for leading the leader," she naturally found her.

"If it is said that it is 'the most suitable talent for leading the team"... Isn’t Roland Master more suitable?” Orion asked. “After all, he has mastered the Gelteng collar, and it is indeed very talented. ""

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

"What is bloody, it is actually very easy to make a fake." Orion really knows a lot. "I have seen it. It is said that the average senior master can perform it, but the material cost of the ceremony is slightly more expensive."

"But the fake is ultimately fake, and there is always the possibility of being exposed." Yan Xiong said.

"The blood inheritance ritual can't be solved with 'Advanced Lifting Magic', but it can be solved with 'Magic Disintegration'." The old man who has been silent has spoke up. "But the 'magic disintegration' is a legendary spell. There are very few people. But since there is a **** who is willing to help you, ask him to help make such a scroll."

When I saw the teacher, I also showed my promise, and Orion’s eyes finally lit up.

Yan Xiong smiled and said, "So let's decide, you come to be the viscount."

"Wait!" The old man interrupted before Orion answered. He looked up and looked at his disciple seriously. "I want to remind you first that being a lord is a very hard and dangerous thing. From your sitting When the seat begins, the peaceful and peaceful life will be far away from you. You will have to deal with conspiracy calculations all day, and fight with wisdom or force from people you don't like. In many cases, you will You have to compromise, you can't simply do what you want. In many cases, even if you have a trivial little thing, you have to work hard and turn around to be successful."

"You will be exhausted and tired, no more leisurely; you will dye your hands, no more innocence; you will fight all day, no peace. Even so, don't you regret it?"

Orion was silent for a while and whispered: "I think that Gerton has a lot of things that are bad and need to change. I want to use my talents in more places, like the ones in the book. The sages let everyone live and work in peace. I even want to have a book about my deeds in the library in the future... Although I am still a little uneasy, I will try my best!"

The old man smiled and lowered his head again, no more.

"Do not worry, you can do it well!" Yan Xiong patted the girl's head with his tentacles, and silently read two poems in his heart.

For the benefit of the country, life and death are blamed.

Girl, I am optimistic about you!

The two sides who are intriguing in the Viscounts are not aware of the fact that in the simple library of Gelteng City, in a simple cottage, the outcome of this territorial succession battle has been decided.

Even for a few people in the cabin, the most important thing is not this.

"This old gentleman, don't know what to call?" After solving the problem of the inheritance of the princes of Gelteng, he also tried to talk with the mysterious old man.

The old man smiled: "In front of the gods, I don't dare to call the old. The monk is called Wo Wei, but now it is called Frye. The person who knows me calls me old Frye... Oh, few people will call this name, after all, I have lived here for almost 50 years."

"Wo Wei...Women..." Ray said to himself, repeating the name several times, and finally remembered its origins. He couldn't help but widen his eyes. "You are the 'black blade'?" Because the family was murdered, one person and one sword stabbed the Duke of the Holy Angel Kingdom, and then killed the Holy Fire City under the siege of the Qianjun Wanma. From then on, the one who did not know the end? You are still alive!"

He is so excited that he seems to have met the object of his worship. Even because of the excitement, the mental defense that has been tightly closed has also opened up a lot, so that Yan Xiong can clearly see the scene reflected in his heart.

In a gorgeous room, a teenager about ten years old is learning swordsmanship from a very serious old man with a wig.

At rest, the teenager asked: "Teacher, you often say that ‘good aristocrats should master politics, swordsmanship is so powerful, and ultimately they are not able to compete with the hands of political power.’ So is there an exception in this world?”

The old man sighed and smiled and said: "The exception is of course there. For example, thirty years ago, the Duke of the Holy Fire of the Holy Angel Kingdom wanted to attack the legendary realm and search for civilians with evil biological origins as a sacrifice. The product is purified with flames to please the Lord of Light (the nickname of the Sun God), the deceased is very popular, the people complained, but there is nothing to help. Later, an adventurer named Wo Wei was killed because of his family, before the promotion ceremony of the Duke of the Holy Fire, 趁In the night of his bathing and guarding, one person and one sword smashed into the shining cathedral of the Holy Fire City, killed the Duke of the Holy Fire and several church high-levels, and killed many guards, eventually killing the surrounding area in the night, rushing out of the Holy Fire City, and growing up And go."

"You see, swordsmanship has reached a certain realm, and it can indeed override power. Just... It is harder to reach that realm than the king!" The old man smiled kindly and stroked the head of the boy. "After all, for you, how many kings are still a little hopeful..."

"Teacher, you look down on people!" The teenager who was teased suddenly whipped up the gang. "I want to be such a top master! A sword is unstoppable in the hand, and the singer is arrogant!"

"Good, you must do it..."