The old man didn't answer. He just stood there with his body bent, standing between Ray and Olian.
"Teacher, are you okay?" Olian hurriedly came out from behind the administrator's long desk, supported the old man, and asked worriedly.
The old man laughed in a dry and hoarse voice and waved his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as you think. This level of activity is nothing to me. "
"Sir, you don't have to worry." A light flashed above Ray's head. Sui Xiong cast a spell to cover this area, and then showed himself. "I don't mean to harm Olian. I really want her to be the next viscount."
"Oh? A god? " The old man raised his head. On his wrinkled face, there was a pair of bright eyes that were completely different from his style. His eyes were so sharp that Ray felt as if he had been scratched by them. He looked directly at Sui Xiong without fear.
After a long time, the old man lowered his head again and hid his sharp eyes.
"I see. Let's talk about it in the room."
As a pioneering territory, there were very few people who liked to read in the Geerteng City, so the library was quite deserted. If it weren't for the believers of the God of Classics under the God of Wisdom and Magic who used this place as a temple and made it a little more popular, it would be almost like a haunted house.
Olian found a clergyman and asked him to temporarily take over her work. Then she returned to her room with her teacher, the unreliable god who wanted to make her a viscount, and the god's mount.
Olian's room was not big, and the layout was very simple. It didn't look like the residence of a young girl at all. If it weren't for the little rabbit doll on the bedside table, which showed a bit of girlish feeling, it would look like the home of an old bookworm.
There were books everywhere. Although the paper quality was not good, the binding was very fine. It could be seen that Olian had really put a lot of thought into copying and binding them.
Noticing Ray's gaze, Olian didn't feel shy and said frankly, "Copying and making low-level books are my main source of income. Unfortunately, there are too few people who like to read here, or in other words, there are too few valuable books that I can find. "
"When you become a viscount, you can make some efforts in promoting culture and strengthening education," Sui Xiong said. "I don't think you are a person who likes a luxurious life. If you save some extravagant expenses, you can do a lot of things."
"But the dignity of the aristocracy is also very important, and can't be ignored too much." Ray thought of something and shook his head. "Oh, it doesn't matter to you. With such an expert as your teacher, as long as you don't do anything that will anger the heavens and the people, it doesn't matter if other nobles look down on you or look down on you. "
Olian froze for a moment and turned to look at her teacher.
She was not stupid. It was just that she had never come into contact with the real life of a noble, so there were many things that she could not think of. As a girl from a poor side family, the noble identity brought her nothing but the surname of Geerteng and a decent job.
Whether it was the gathering of the nobles or the education of the nobles, none of these things had anything to do with her. In fact, when her father was still alive, she had already been reduced from a noble to an ordinary citizen. T Olian... She grew up, and and and her.'t. from she. from, and could could and, and, and, and, and, and she could in.., and could., and, and, and, and, and could.
Her parents died early, and she grew up in the library. Books were her only companions, and her friends were the believers of the God of Classics. Those nerds always wanted to recruit her into their church, but she was very stubborn about her faith. She was only willing to believe in the gods whose ideas she agreed with. She didn't disagree with the God of Classics' idea of "love books, collect books, and pass on civilization", but she couldn't agree with it.
Loving books could only be regarded as a hobby or personal cultivation. It was too weak to be regarded as a life idea!
If there were no accidents, Olian's life would probably be about reading books as her hobby, copying books as her career, and being a bookworm all her life. In the future, she would find a man to settle down, get married, and have children … Her life would pass like this. But when she was ten years old, her fate changed dramatically.
When she was looking for books in the library, she accidentally found that the old man who was sweeping the floor could jump onto the high bookshelf!
This ability was amazing even for a senior adventurer, let alone Olian, who was still a child. She suddenly became interested. After pestering him for more than half a year, she finally persuaded the old man to accept her as a student and teach her some skills …
Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, she was already fifteen years old. From the old man, Olian learned not only the strange skills of flying over eaves and running over walls, but also many principles of being a person and doing things. In addition, she had read a lot of books. Unconsciously, she had grown into an outstanding talent who was good at both literature and martial arts.
Therefore, when Sui Xiong cast a spell to find "the most suitable talent to lead the Geerteng Territory", he naturally found her.
"If it is' the most suitable talent to lead the Geerteng Territory '… isn't Master Romon more suitable?" Olian asked, "After all, he has almost mastered the Geerteng Territory, and he is indeed very talented."
"But he is a fake after all," Sui Xiong said.
"It is actually very easy to fake bloodline." Olian really knew a lot. "I have seen it. It is said that ordinary senior wizards can cast it, but the cost of the ritual materials is a little more expensive."
"But a fake is a fake after all, and there is always a possibility that it will be exposed in the future," Sui Xiong said.
"Although the Bloodline Inheritance Ritual can't be removed by 'Advanced Dispelling Magic', it can be removed by 'Disintegration of Magic Energy'." The old man who had been silent said, "But 'Disintegration of Magic Energy' is a legendary spell, and few people can cast it. But since there is a god who is willing to help you, you can ask him to make such a scroll for you. "
Seeing that her teacher also showed a sign of promise, Olian's eyes finally lit up.
Sui Xiong smiled and said, "Then it is decided. You will be the viscount."
"Wait!" The old man interrupted Olian before she could answer. He raised his head and looked at his disciple seriously. "I have to remind you first that being a lord is very hard and dangerous. From the moment you sit in that position, a peaceful life will be far away from you. You will have to deal with conspiracies and calculations all day long, and you will have to fight with all kinds of people you don't like with intelligence or force. In many cases, you will have to compromise, and you can't simply do things according to your heart. Many times, even if it is a trivial thing, you have to work hard and take a roundabout way to succeed. "
"You will be physically and mentally exhausted, and you will no longer have leisure; your hands will be stained with blood, and you will no longer be innocent; you will fight all day long, and there will no longer be peace … Even so, don't you regret it?"
Olian was silent for a long time, and then she whispered, "I think there are many things in the Geerteng Lord that are not good, and they need to be changed. I want to use my talents in more places, and make people live and work in peace and contentment like the sages recorded in the books. I even want to have books in the library to record my deeds in the future … Although I am still a little uneasy, I will try my best to do it well! "
The old man smiled, lowered his head again, and did not say anything more.
"Don't worry, you can do it well!" Sui Xiong patted the girl's head with his tentacles, and silently recited two lines of a poem in his heart.
*****，*****。
Girl, I believe in you!
The two parties who were scheming against each other in the viscount's mansion did not know that in a simple hut in the deserted library of the Geerteng Lord, the outcome of the battle for the succession of the territory had been decided.
Even for the few people in the hut, this was not the most important thing.
"Sir, how should I call you?" After solving the problem of the succession of the Geerteng Lord, Sui Xiong tried to talk to the mysterious old man.
The old man smiled, "In front of the gods, I dare not call myself old. My name is Wall, but now I am called Frye. People who know me call me Old Frye … Haha, not many people will call me by this name. After all, I have been living here in seclusion for almost 50 years. "
"Wall … Wall …" Ray said to himself. He repeated the name several times, and finally remembered its origin. He could not help but stare, "You are 'Black Blade' Wall?! The one who assassinated the Duke of the Holy Fire of the Kingdom of Holy Angels by himself because his family was killed, and then fought his way out of the Holy Fire City under the siege of thousands of troops, and then disappeared? It turns out that you are still alive! "
He was so excited, and it seemed that he had met the person he admired. Even because of the excitement, the defense of his heart that had been tightly closed was opened a lot, so that Sui Xiong could clearly see the image reflected in his heart.
In a gorgeous room, a teenager about ten years old was learning swordsmanship from a very serious old man wearing a wig.
During the break, the teenager asked, "Teacher, you often say that 'an excellent aristocrat should master politics, and no matter how good his swordsmanship is, he can't defeat the hand that holds the political power'. Is there an exception in this world? "
The old man pondered for a moment, and said with a smile, "Of course there are exceptions. For example, thirty years ago, the Duke of Holy Fire of the Kingdom of Holy Angels wanted to break through to the legendary realm, so he searched for civilians who had the blood of evil creatures, and used them as sacrifices to purify them with flames to please the God of Glory (another name for the Sun God). Many people died, and the people complained, but there was nothing they could do. Later, an adventurer named Wall, because his family was killed, took advantage of the night when the Duke of Holy Fire was bathing and observing the precepts to break into the Glorious Cathedral of the Holy Fire City. He killed the Duke of Holy Fire and several high-level members of the church, and also killed many guards. Finally, he broke through the siege at night, rushed out of the Holy Fire City, and left. "
"You see, when your swordsmanship reaches a certain level, you can indeed be above the power. But … to reach that level, it is more difficult than to be a king! " The old man smiled kindly and stroked the teenager's head, "After all, for you, there is still some hope to be a king …"
"Teacher, you look down on me!" The teenager who was teased suddenly puffed up his cheeks, "I also want to be a top master like that! With a sword in hand, no one can stop me, and I will fight for justice! "
"Good, good, good, you can do it …"
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