Twenty years ago, the brothers' father — Noah Paten. He saved Jon, who was dying outside the manor. After Jon recovered from his injuries, Viscount Noah was soft-hearted and took him in after learning that he was homeless. At the same time, he gave him a lucrative job as a fruit farmer.
The reason why Chown was injured and lying outside the manor, as well as his background, was still a mystery. He had never told anyone about it. He always said that he came from another planet, but he never explained where this "planet" was.
Jon was a good talker, and he was good at planting and building. When they were young, they liked to come to Jon's place and listen to his amazing stories. In his stories, there were buildings that reached the clouds, iron machines that flew in the sky, and even a garden built on the moon.
Leon enjoyed listening to Jon's stories when he was young. He always wanted to see the world in Jon's stories. He thought that he could visit the country in Jon's stories when he grew up. However, as time passed and Leon gradually woke up, he realized that everything that Chown said was just a fabrication. Leon could not accept the feeling of his childhood dreams being shattered. Since then, Leon always treated Jon with disdain and anger.
Leon was angry that Angor trusted Jon so much that he even took Jon as his teacher. However, no matter how hard he tried to persuade Angor, Angor only responded with a smile. He neither rejected nor retorted.
Angor's attitude was very similar to Jon's. He looked calm and gentle, but he would not yield to force or persuasion.
…
Leon picked up the parchment on Angor's desk and read the words written on it. His eyes widened.
"Why use the common language of the continent instead of the old man's? Isn't something written for people to read? Unless … it's a secret, "Leon muttered. Then he suddenly thought of something and looked at Angor with a wicked grin. "My dear brother, won't you explain it to me? You're not writing down … your little troubles in adolescence, are you? Why don't you tell me? I can help you. "
Angor sighed helplessly and pointed at a corner of the paper. "These are Chinese characters, taught to me by my professor. It's the common language of my professor's hometown. It records the meaning of several physical constants calculated by my professor."
He then pointed at several symbols that looked like tadpoles. "These are Arabic numerals, similar to the units of measurement used in Goldspink Empire. But they're easier to use. The meaning of these numbers corresponded to the above physical constants. It can record a lot of things. "
Leon did not understand a single word he said. But he didn't mind. He only thought that old man Chown's ability to bluff had increased again. His cute and innocent brother's brainwashing had increased again.
Lyon's sympathy and concern for Chown's health were gone now.
Leon waved a hand to stop Angor's rambling. He then took out a beautifully wrapped envelope from his armor.
"Alright, alright, stop talking. I don't understand anyway, and I don't want to listen. Here, take this. It's an invitation from the mayor. I'm inheriting my father's title, and I need the mayor and Marquis Merlin to notarize it. We'll leave in half a month. You always wanted to listen to Master Megeve's solo concert, right? When we arrive at Waterford, I'll take you to the Ocean Theater and let you listen to it as much as you want! "
Angor accepted the invitation with a slightly excited expression. He had heard about a famous musician in Waterford for a long time. His compositions and poems were all top-notch. However, he never had the chance to meet the musician. Now that his brother was inheriting the title, he could have the chance to listen. How could he not be happy?
Leon watched Angor trying to hold back his excitement and pretend to be calm. He couldn't help but ruffle Angor's golden hair.
As expected, Angor glared at him.
"I told you, don't touch my hair! It's a man's dignity, and I won't back down! "
Hahahaha! Leon was stunned for a moment before he suddenly raised his head and laughed. "You just turned 14, and you're not a man yet. You're just a teenager."
The two brothers bickered for a while. Angor was still in his puberty stage. He could not win against Leon, who was already as strong as a tiger. In the end, Angor could only glare at Leon angrily and continue his homework.
Leon could not do anything about his little brother's tantrum. He could only rub his nose and leave.
About half an hour after Leon left, Angor finally reached the shore of the sea of numbers.
Looking at the empty room, Angor knew that Leon must have been gone for a long time. Looking at the time, it was almost time for lunch. He opened the door and saw two lunch boxes on the stone table in the courtyard. Head Maid Mana was taking out the dishes from the boxes.
Another vegetable soup with bread and fruit. Angor felt a little unhappy.
He missed his teacher's cooking. Even the simple fried rice seemed to contain some magical power, which made him want to eat as much as he could.
Ever since his teacher's health deteriorated, Angor never had such delicious food again.
Last time, Angor asked his teacher to teach the cook, but the final product was too horrible to look at.
Sigh … Now his teacher's limbs are all shriveled up. I probably won't be able to eat his food in the future.
Mana carried the soup upstairs to feed the sick Jon, while Angor immersed himself in his own sorrow.
After lunch, Angor entered the room and saw Mana coming down from the second floor.
"Aunt Mana, is the teacher awake?"
"Mister Jon is awake, Mister Jon." Mana shook the clean porcelain plate in the basket. "Mister Jon has a good appetite today. He finished all the soup."
"Good. I'll go check on him."
Watching Angor running upstairs in a hurry, Mana lowered her head and chuckled softly with a doting look. The Padt Manor was now under the control of two young masters. The first young master was cold and arrogant, while the second young master was gentle and quiet. However, no one knew that these two young masters were still kids. No matter how tough they looked on the outside, they still had a soft side inside. Only in front of their servants would they let down their guard and show the liveliness that people their age should have.
"Professor!"
Angor pushed open the attic door and saw an old man lying on a deck chair on the balcony. A mute servant stood behind him respectfully.
The old man's face was sallow and his skin was dry. He looked completely different from the locals. His eyes were a little cloudy, but Angor could still see the black irises in them.
He was Jon, Angor's most respected elder since his father passed away, and also Angor's life mentor.
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