A study room seemed to have been hit by a storm. Books were thrown all over the ground, tables and chairs were overturned, and the room was in a mess. Ethan sat down by the window, beside the curtain torn from the window. The man with the open collar and bloodshot eyes was holding a bottle of liquor in his hand. That was the fuel for his madness. Ethan poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and shouted, "You damned old thing, always looking down on me. One day, you will realize that you have made a grave mistake. Your power and wealth will all belong to me! It belongs to me! "
"Dad."
Behind the door, a fourteen or fifteen year old girl ran in. Her young face was rather beautiful. She saw Ethan sitting on the ground and said sadly, "Dad, don't drink so much."
"Get lost." Ethan pushed the girl away roughly.
The girl fell to the ground. Her eyes were misty, but she tried her best to hold it back. She wanted to help Ethan, but her alcoholic father grabbed her chin and said, "Shut up, don't worry about me. You're also a piece of trash. What's the use of raising you so big? What can you do for me? Wealth? Or power? No, you only know how to spend my money, a lot of money! "
Pushing the girl away, Ethan stumbled to his feet and staggered towards the door. The girl finally couldn't help but cry. In her memory, her father in the past was like a completely different person. At that time, he was humble, polite, gentle, and amiable. But ever since his mother passed away, his father had changed. He began to pursue utility and even took a fancy to the position of Baron York.
He wanted to be the new master of Sur City!
But the girl knew that her father had become like this because of her mother's death. When the girl, who was as weak as a flower, was dying under the torture of the disease, his father felt powerless and cursed his fate. Although he was the nephew of Baron York, he did not have any real power, and even the baron hated him and kept him at a distance.
So many people pointed at him behind his back. Even when his wife was seriously ill, Ethan could not afford the medicine and asked Baron York for help, only to be ridiculed and indifferent. His wife left just like that, and from then on, Ethan gradually twisted.
On this day, Ethan was drunk in the tavern. After returning, he rested for a day. On the evening of the second day, he still went to the tavern. Only the anesthesia of alcohol could make him forget the pain.
When Edward came to see Sean with a ready-made suit, the two of them met at the bar where they had agreed to meet, and they saw Ethan. His watch was exquisite and luxurious, but he wore cheap clothes. He reeked of alcohol, but his movements carried an unconscious elegance. It was a subconscious movement that had been cultivated over a long period of time.
From the looks of it, this person should be a destitute noble?
"It's really not bad, Mr. Edward. I'm very satisfied with the samples you brought." Sean fiddled with the ready-made clothes brought by Edward and said with satisfaction.
"Who is that person?" Edward looked towards Ethan.
Sean said "Oh" and said, "That's Mr. Ethan. He's Baron York's nephew. But the baron himself doesn't like him very much, and even hates him. He's a poor man. "
Edward glanced at Ethan again.
"Mr. Edward, you'll have to stay in the city for two more days. I'll find an opportunity to meet the baron in the next two days. He'll be happy to have a businessman like you bring such superior textile technology to Sur City. "Sean said.
Edward smiled and said, "That's no problem. As long as that Mr. Latis doesn't disturb me."
"Latis?" Sean sneered, "That guy hid after you left. It wasn't until these two days that he dared to roll out and see anyone. Don't worry, you taught him such a profound lesson last time. He won't dare to disturb you again. "
"Then I'm relieved."
Edward stayed in Sur City and used this time to travel around the city. He went to the city gate and silently observed Storm City's army, paying attention to their numbers and training. This army was much better than Sur City's city guards. Whether it was in terms of the quality of the soldiers or the quality of their equipment, Sur City was simply not enough.
Their leader, a serious-looking Knight, was at least Level 15, according to Edward's judgement. This gave Edward a new understanding of the power structure of this planet. Titles and strength were linked, but strength was not the only criterion for titles. This was also normal. Every Sir was a duke of the empire. They were conferred titles and territories, and strength was not the only criterion for judging them.
Apart from strength, background, military merits, connections, and wealth were all closely related. The most important of them was bloodline. The constitution that Edward had seen stated that titles could be inherited through bloodline. However, only titles above the rank of count were hereditary. Although other titles could be inherited by their descendants, the inheritors needed to have sufficient military merits or other contributions to consolidate their titles and territories.
Moreover, the empire also provided space for advancement. Civilians could accumulate military merits to become Knight. Knight could also be conferred the title of Baron after making enough contributions. Looking at all of the above, the civilization that this planet had developed, their power system was surprisingly similar to that of Earth. Edward revealed a thoughtful expression. Was this evolution a coincidence, or was it inevitable for some reason?
In the evening, he saw Ethan again in the bar.
Ethan was arguing with the bartender about something.
"Mr. Ethan, I'm really sorry. Your last credit hasn't been paid yet. No matter what, I can't let you get on credit again tonight. Otherwise, I'll be scolded by the boss. "The bartender said.
Ethan grabbed his collar and said, "Bastard, when I have money in a few days, I'll pay it back along with the last debt. Don't you believe me? "
The bartender said helplessly, "Please don't do that, sir. It will embarrass us all."
A silver coin landed on the bar counter. Someone behind Ethan said, "Please give this gentleman a drink. What he drinks tonight is on my account."
Ethan turned around and saw Edward smiling.
The two of them found a corner and sat down. A moment later, the wine was served. Ethan did not stand on ceremony and took a big gulp. Edward looked at him and said indifferently, "Mr. Ethan's life is not going well."
Ethan put down his glass and looked at Edward. "You're a new face. How do you know my name?"
'"We have some business dealings with Mr. Sean. The last time I saw Mr. Ethan drinking alone, I thought it was strange. Why would a person like you drink in a bar like this? Mr. Sean saw my confusion and told me who you were. "
"Then, you look down on me too, right?" Ethan said self-deprecatingly, "Uncle York looks down on me, so everyone here looks down on me. I'm used to it. Anyway, I want to thank you for this drink. "
With that, he stood up and left the bar.
Soon, Ethan found Edward following behind him. Ethan stopped and frowned, "Why are you following me?"
"I think there are some things we can talk about."
"For example?" Ethan said casually.
Edward looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. "For example, the owner inside can be changed. If I were to choose, I think Mr. Ethan would be more suitable."
"How dare you!" Ethan cried out, "Do you know what you're talking about? If that's the case, it's enough to put you in prison! "
'"I'm just telling the truth. Look at this city, Mr. Ethan. It's so dilapidated that the people here are just barely surviving, not living at all. Haven't you ever thought of showing your ambition and making Sur City a new one? " Edward shook his head and said, "No, if Mr. Ethan was willing to be the same person, he wouldn't be so distressed. So I think Mr. Ethan just lacks an opportunity. And we can provide you with such an opportunity. "
"Opportunity?" Ethan shook his head and said, "As long as Baron York, my dear uncle, is on the throne, I will never have that chance. And Sur City will always be like this. "
"Then let's call it the baron's disappearance. Anyway, no one will cry over the disappearance of a greedy and harsh City Lord, right? On the contrary, I think they will support a wise new lord, such as you. "Edward said softly.
The devil-like words immediately struck a part of Ethan's heart. He had been thinking about this for a long time, but this was the first time someone had revealed it to his face. Ethan's chest rose and fell as he pointed at Edward and said, "Hurry up and leave. I'll pretend I didn't hear anything for the sake of you treating me to a drink tonight."
He turned around and left. He didn't know if he was afraid or if he wanted to escape something. Suddenly, a whirlwind blew in front of him. Ethan was stunned. Behind him, he heard Edward say, "Mr. Ethan, we're not just merchants. We have the power to change the general trend. You see, you're full of ambitions, but no one in this city is willing to stop and listen. But I heard your voice, and now the opportunity is right in front of you. If you want to change your life, you should seize this opportunity. "
Ethan turned around and saw Edward gently raising his right hand. His palm was flickering with Origin Energy light patterns. Ethan cried out, "Magician?"
"It's not just me." Edward dispersed his ability and said, "I was going back tomorrow, but for your sake, Mr. Ethan, I decided to stay for two more days. If you change your mind, you can come and find me at any time. I think with Mr. Ethan's ability, you must know where I live? "
"I look forward to meeting you next time." Edward bowed to Ethan and left according to the etiquette of this world.
Ethan stood in place for a full minute, and then murmured, "He bowed to me? This … "
"This is the first time someone has respected me so much, hey!"
He smiled and left in the opposite direction. Ethan suddenly felt that the night was not so dark.
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