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Chapter 131 To My Brother Richard
Summer June 9th.
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That morning.
Richard had just finished building a bunch of craftsmanship equipment in the mine and was about to return to the lord's manor when Xueyue came to report.
"master."
"Suddenly, a group of mercenaries escorted a group of people in from outside. The leader was an old man who introduced himself as Felix, a low-level transcendent. He said he had important business to discuss with me."
Richard was quite surprised when he heard the first part of the sentence, considering Chiffon's current situation and geographical location.
Aside from the ferret trading company, the only other people who would come here are the slave-catching teams that happen to be passing by. Only someone with nothing better to do would come here.
But when he heard Felix's name, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
A moment of silence.
He said in a deep voice:
"Tell them to wait in the lobby; I'll be there shortly."
He changed into a clean black noble robe, took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and strode towards the first-floor lobby.
Inside the lobby.
A dozen or so people stood there stiffly, some old, some young, some men, some women, all of whom looked like scholars or apprentices who couldn't even kill a chicken.
The elderly man leading the group had gray hair and wore a faded dark blue scholar's robe; he was none other than Felix.
I heard footsteps.
Felix turned around and saw Richard enter the hall. He immediately bowed and greeted him with impeccable respect.
"Good day, Lord Richard. It's been a long time. You've become even more dashing and handsome."
Richard ignored his pleasantries, walked straight to the lord's seat and sat down, his eyes sweeping indifferently over the crowd in the center of the hall.
"Felix."
Richard's voice was calm, yet carried a subtle chill.
"Are you so confused you can't tell east from west? How did you manage to get lost and end up in my chiffon cake shop?"
Yes.
Richard knew the old man.
The other party was the dean of the Mystic Academy, who had been invited by the Earl to teach the wolf cubs cultural knowledge for two years.
The Academy of Mysteries has a small number of students, only about twenty, who mainly study astronomy, astrology, and magical mysteries.
It also charges a fee for teaching cultural knowledge and is the only academy in the North.
no way.
The North is too barren to support many highly educated individuals, so many scholars and top talents from various industries have settled in the capital or the South.
Regardless of their actual knowledge, the scholars who remained in the North earned the respect of many simply because of their willingness to stay and spread their knowledge despite meager compensation.
But Richard's words were not respectful at all; instead, they were barbed and full of contempt and disdain.
This instantly made the scholars in the hall look extremely embarrassed.
Felix, however, remained unfazed, maintaining his bowed posture, and slowly said:
"My lord, you flatter me. I am not lost and I can tell which way is which. I have come here specifically to visit you, Qifeng."
"By the way, I've been asked to deliver a letter to the lord."
...
Richard was suddenly taken aback.
His previously indifferent gaze flickered for a moment as he sat up straight and picked up the letter Xueyue had placed on the table.
Open the outer package.
Pull out the folded letter paper from inside.
I didn't watch it.
Instead, I brought it to my nose and smelled it. A familiar scent of cedar mixed with a faint lemon fragrance wafted towards me.
Cedarwood is his favorite scent.
And the refreshing lemon scent...
--It's the scent that belongs to Fourth Sister.
...
Richard suppressed his excitement and waved to Felix.
"Wait here for now, we'll talk about it later."
Done.
Ignoring everyone in the hall, he picked up the letter and strode towards the study on the second floor.
Felix watched his retreating figure disappear at the end of the stairs and let out a long sigh.
A young scholar behind him couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Dean, the lord's attitude seems rather unfriendly. Are we really going to achieve our goal this time?"
Felix shook his head, offering no reply, and simply waited quietly for the lord's return.
He knew in his heart that Richard harbored a deep resentment towards him.
Whether the Mystic Academy can succeed this time depends on whether that girl from the Demon Spirit Empire can change Richard's mind about him.
...
Second-floor study.
Richard closed the door behind him, shut his eyes, leaned against the door, and it took him a while to calm himself down.
He took a pair of white down gloves from the drawer and put them on, then unfolded the neatly folded letter paper, ready to be accompanied by good books and stories every day.
After unfolding.
The neat and familiar handwriting came into view.
"To my dear brother, Richard Chiffon."
Just that first line was enough to stir up a tide of longing in Richard's heart, which had just calmed down.
"I am truly proud of you for choosing to become a pioneer lord and being granted the title of baron."
"Although the North is bitterly cold and full of unknowns and dangers, I believe that a little bit of wind and frost cannot break your will as tenacious as a cedar."
"Just like when you were a child, you would fall in the snow, but you would always get up with a smile, brush the snow off yourself, and continue to follow in my footsteps."
"It's just a pity that I ran too far this time, so I can't turn around and hug you again, and I can't see you off in person."
May the gentle breeze and drizzle embrace you in my place, and may the light and starlight illuminate your path forward.
Richard felt a surge of warmth in his heart and gently pressed the letter to his chest, as if he could feel his fourth sister's embrace that way.
He recalled that when he was a child, every time he got injured during training, his fourth sister would carefully bandage his wounds.
While blowing on the air, he complained that his older brother's training was too strict.
And now...
...
"I am safe and sound at the Universal Library. It has a vast collection of ancient books and magical documents, as well as many like-minded scholars. It is an excellent place to study the mysteries of light magic."
"Unfortunately, the journey is too long, and I cannot offer you much material assistance. I can only ask my teacher, Dean Felix, for help."
"Have the Academy of Mysteries send two scholars to Chifeng to see if they can train some management talent for you. I think this is something the pioneering territory needs."
Seeing this.
Richard couldn't help but sigh.
My eldest brother, second sister, and third brother all sent me a farewell gift, but my fourth sister lives too far away and only received it now.
and...
This is exactly what chiffon cakes need right now.
With the help of scholars, these problems, such as building a grassroots management system and assisting in the formulation of laws, can be solved very well.
...
"I know you hate Dean Felix very much, and believe that he encouraged me to study light magic, which led to me being listed as a heretic by the Inquisition and having to flee the North."
"But this really has nothing to do with him. It was my own choice. I just wanted to unravel the mysteries of light. He only gave me some research directions and materials, and never tried to mislead me."
"Please don't take your anger out on him. He is a respectable scholar. Your heart is as broad as the sea and as high as the mountains. Otherwise, you would not have chosen to conquer the far north."
"With the help of the Academy of Mysteries, your territory will surely develop faster, and you will be able to establish your own home sooner."
"This is the only thing I can do to help you, and the only gift I can offer. Please don't find it offensive."
"at last..."
"Although I don't know if we will ever meet again in this life, my heart is with you, and I hope you are well."
May your followers be loyal, brave, and fearless; may the land beneath your feet pity your sweat and dedication; and may the girls of the North admire your wisdom and talent.
"How I wish that one day in the future I could see a bard from the stars singing and playing music in the tavern of the demons, showing how dazzling and prosperous chiffon cakes are."
"Back then..."
"I raise a glass to celebrate for you in the Demon Realm."
Signature:
—Your loving sister, Freya.
At the end of the letter, there was a small lemon drawing, so lifelike, that it looked like his fourth sister was smiling at him.
...
After reading the letter, Richard simply sat quietly at his desk, remaining silent for a long time, his fingers tracing the letter over and over, his eyes red-rimmed.
for a long time.
He exhaled a long breath, stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and opened an exquisite wooden box.
Inside the box, a stack of warrants and documents from the Papal Inquisition were neatly stacked, bearing the warrants for Freya's arrest.
These were all torn down by him at the entrance of the Church of Light in Benlangling years ago.
The reason they are kept is that Richard will make them appear where they are meant to be someday in the future.
At last.
He placed the letter on top of the pile of documents, closed the box, took off his down gloves, and gently covered the wooden box.
...
The wolf cannot protect you.
Chiffon cakes are a possibility in the future.
Wait for me...
elder sister...
One day I will bring you back to the North...
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