Not a Witch

"At the same time, they contacted the Griffin Grand Duke Salius's family to arrange a marriage for another crown prince. In this way, the twin princes who married the daughters of the two dukes could safely pass through the period of power emptiness."

"I have to say that the advantage of the dual monarchy is that they can marry wives from two families for the throne at the same time, and they are independent of each other, which is better balanced. At the same time, as long as one of the two emperors is wise, it can guarantee that the country will not Big problem."

"They reminded, mirrored, and restrained each other, so that this huge empire could be guaranteed to be under absolute imperial power, and they were all their own families inside and out."

After listening to these words, the messenger gradually calmed down, but in the end he was unwilling to ask again.

"Then when will our Pascal family be able to conquer the Seven Kingdoms and restore their shame?"

"Nephew Bud, you are tired today, go back and rest." The Red Dragon Duke waved his hand.

After watching the young envoy under the window leave, the Red Dragon Duke sighed slowly.

"You're still too young and energetic, these juniors..."

A pair of plump hands circled up from behind, and a mature female voice whispered in her ear.

"Aren't you 'red dragons' all like this? I still remember that when you were young, you challenged my brother to a duel. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have been worn on a spear by my brothers long ago. "

"That's... well, ma'am, don't talk anymore, let's go to rest now."

Chapter 29 The Fireside Boy

Emenas, Library Tower.

This is the largest library in the academy, not only the students of the Tower Academy, but also the students of other colleges will come here to read books.

It was already night, and the reading room was peaceful. The flame in the fireplace was burning quietly, with only the occasional small cracking sound, reminding the few students in the room that the flame was still not extinguished.

After dark, most of the students who read here went back to rest, and only a few stayed here.

Compared with borrowing books back to the dormitory, some students prefer to read in the library, because it is quieter and will not be disturbed, and it is more convenient to change books.Sometimes in order to write something, you need to consult a lot of categories, and it is very inconvenient to borrow books and go back to the dormitory.

In a corner of the reading room, a young man with burgundy hair was sitting at the desk, one side of his body was slightly heated by the fire, holding a pen in his hand, occasionally writing and drawing on light brown thick paper, There is a rustling sound, and sometimes the brows are frowned, as if thinking hard, and then give up with a sigh, put down the book, and stare blankly.

And whenever he was in a daze, on the other side of the reading room, a figure who was also reading a book would unknowingly attract his attention.

That girl was also sitting at a corner of a desk reading a book, with a soft blanket on her knees covering her body. This girl had hazy silver hair, and a pair of blue eyes under long eyelashes, like As peaceful as a lake.

She seemed to be flipping through some past historical classics, and she was unhappy. The thick and large books were spread out on the table in front of her, and there was a slight friction sound as she turned them.

As the night deepened, there were fewer and fewer people in the reading room, and finally only three people remained here.

Perhaps tired of reading, the young man with wine red hair walked out of the reading room, walked through the inner circular stairs of the library, and came to a breathable balcony.

Looking at the campus under the night sky, the scattered orange lights on the ground are dotted like little stars. Occasionally, some students fly by at low altitude and let out a cheerful shout.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, the young man's mood gradually calmed down, and the fatigue of thinking these days has also been relieved.After staying for a while, he went back to the reading room again, flipping through the classics about great men's deeds, trying to find something out of them.

The pen in my hand was diligently writing and recording in the notebook again, so that time passed slowly.

In the middle of the night, the girl was still reading a book among the other two in the reading room, while the other was lying on the table, and there was a slow breathing sound. Fortunately, the sound was not too loud, similar to the flame in the fireplace.

After turning over many pages of the book, the young man gradually felt a sense of loss again, and put down the book again. This time he didn't go out again, but looked at the fireplace beside him, slightly dazed, and the firelight in his vision gradually blurred.

In the hazy consciousness, it seems that everything has returned to the distant past.

It was a warm summer.

Holding the small wooden sword cut by his father, he was playing not far from home, running and chasing dragonflies and butterflies.

He jumped up and down, he could kick on the rough bark, he could grab the branch with his hand, and he could swing in the air, just because it was fun.

Occasionally playing with other friends, he also wants to be a powerful hero, destroy the big villains who are causing trouble to the world, and then save the world.

He never thinks about why he does it, just because it's powerful, cool, and makes every cell of his body feel excited and happy.

Hahaha, I am the hero who punishes rape and eradicates evil!I cheered so much when I played with my companions, and I never got tired of it.

Even though he got dirty sometimes and was scolded by his mother when he came home, he would still do it.

Is there anything more exciting in this world than being a hero?Certainly not, he has always thought so.

For this reason, he desperately asked his father to learn swordsmanship, and went running every day. As a hero, he couldn't be slow, and many people were waiting for him.

Time passed slowly, and the children in my memory gradually grew older.

Everything seemed strange and uncomfortable.

He used to think that his father, who was omnipotent, was just a guard, not a great job.Although he has developed a good martial arts and strength, he has become the best among his friends.But he didn't know who to defeat with his sword.

What's the point of his exercising if there's no purpose for swinging a sword?

If you want to be a hero, you must defeat some villain or villain, so that the world will be better.

But who is the bad guy?

A country hooligan?Such a person has been taught by him a long time ago.

Is it the wild boar from the neighboring village that broke the fence?Such a guy is nothing more than prey, and even if he is defeated, it will not cause any fundamental changes.

Is it the ones who bully others at will?Such a person is indeed a villain, he must be a defender of fairness and order.

In this way, some years passed.

He discovered that absolute fairness does not actually exist. People with good family backgrounds and good looks can get some preferential treatment.

The teacher will prefer a good-looking student, the adults will give some extra benefits to those sweet-talking people, and when doing some odd jobs, the boss will also give more money because of his father's reputation.

He himself is a beneficiary of this environment, just like what that peer said, because his father is the captain of the guard, his family is rich, and he has good teachers to guide him, so he can easily beat those from ordinary families on the field. student.

And among those people, some people may not be less talented than themselves, but they are just missing opportunities.

The standard of so-called fairness is too rigid and excessive, and it is difficult to become the belief he insists on in his heart.

So why do everything you do?

Is the purpose of swinging the sword only for self-interest? In that case, what is the difference from the villain I dreamed of defeating when I was a child?

Everything seems to be back to the original point.

He became what he dreamed of when he was a child, entered Emenas, and was the envy of the people in his hometown. He also gradually gained a certain strength. Although he could not be called the top, he also exceeded his expectations.

But while holding the sharp sword in his hand, the evil dragon chasing to be defeated dissipated like smoke.

How to become a hero?Maybe the world doesn't need so-called heroes.

He looked at the flames in the fireplace, the thoughts in his mind kept circling, and he slowly fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, a slight noise woke him up. The girl who was reading a book was at the side, picking up the papers on the floor and putting them back on the table.

Looking at the blackened color of the edges of the paper, the young man realized that he accidentally touched it after falling asleep, and let it fall to the fire, and was picked up by the girl.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." He stood up and thanked the girl.

"Nothing." The silver-haired girl shook her head, then looked at the messy notes on the paper, and asked.

"You seem to be troubled by something."

"Ah, this..." Looking at the words "hero" and "justice" on the paper, the young man was blushing, and just wanted to find a crack to hide in.

Seeing the bewildered look of the young man, the girl smiled slightly.

"Actually, many people have experienced this kind of experience, but the degree is different."

"If you want to say that you are respected and admired, hero is indeed an enviable word. In fact, it can be regarded as everyone's recognition of a certain person or deed."

"Actually, it's like a feedback. If you do something that can improve the lives of many people and make everyone better, everyone will be grateful and call you a hero."

"It's a compliment from the bottom of my heart."

"But compliments can't be a goal in your life, it's more of a by-product of some achievement or career."

"I don't know what kind of hero you want to be, but if there is something you want to do that will make everyone happy and better, then do it."

"If you are tired in the middle, you can also take a break. The praise of heroes is certainly attractive, but your own life is also very important. I hope this kind of praise can become an embellishment in your life, not a heavy burden."

"I'm sorry, maybe I said something strange, just treat it as another child's speech when he grows up."

Watching the girl go away, the young man sat at the desk by the fire, quietly for a long time, and then put the papers with messy handwriting into the fireplace and watched them burn slowly.

Today, he is no longer confused in his heart.

Chapter 30 Farewell Blessings

The Third Age, 1686, the end of the Year of Fire.

The Frost Rose Alliance newly established in the Snow Flower Seven Kingdoms sent troops to the north. The New Verga Alliance stopped it on the grounds that the other party broke the agreement and did not make any statement.

The supported Divine Wing Bird troops crossed the South Seas to a branch of the Sighing Mountains, defeated the Golem Legion of Frost Rose under Jiansong City, and destroyed the fleet going north.At this point, Frost Rose's offensive came to a halt, and the conflict between the two sides escalated again.

At the same time, the Falcon Kingdom on the west side of the New Virga Alliance, which is the southwest side of Crancia, announced to join the Frost Rose Alliance.In the civil strife in Heiyan Principality in the north, the "Long Ji Sect" besieged the capital of the Principality, and the Beacon City on Montenegro, and the "Hunting Bow Sect" defended the city.In the sanctuary, after the death of the previous pope, the position of the new pope has been put on hold, and various factions are undercurrents.

Facing the chaos in the Seven Snow Kingdoms, the Cangcui Empire ignored it, and the imperial capital began to prepare for the crown prince's wedding, planning the venue, and it was expected to complete the preparations in one year.

The wind and waves on the endless sea increased, and the route to the Eastern Plantagenet Dynasty was affected by it, and gradually decreased. At the same time, the Plantagenet Dynasty no longer sent envoys to visit the Southern Islands every three years.Under the ban of the dynasty, the number of ships going to sea gradually decreased.

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Emenas, Temple College.

In the hut where Rosier lives, there is now an additional resident, who is his good friend, the half-elf girl Frocia.

"How long will this cook, Rothschild?"

Frocia was wearing an apron, standing in the kitchen, gently stirring the white soup in the pot with a spoon in her hand.Although the flame below is licking at the bottom of the casserole, the potatoes, chicken nuggets, mushrooms, etc. in the pot are constantly tumbling, emitting bursts of fragrance.

"About 20 minutes."

The girl reckoned that, in fact, she would not be able to keep track of the time at ordinary times, and it would be good if the food was cooked and tasty, as long as it could be eaten.

In the room next to the kitchen, Rosille was wearing a white winter dress and was writing the form. Looking at the booklet, it should be almost finished.

These are matters that the chief will arrange. She will go to Crancia next year, and these must be done in advance.

Huh, finally finished writing, now I can take a good rest.

Lorraine Hill raised his head, put the pen aside, then put away the booklet, and turned to the back kitchen to see how Frothea's rice was cooking.

After the eldest lady of the Landsworth family moved in with her recently, she didn't have other servants' clothes, and she didn't want to bother her cooking all the time, so she volunteered to learn to cook.

Many stories always say that someone can't cook, and there will be some dark dishes, which is a cute point.But Lorraine Hill felt that this must be an exaggeration.Maybe not at first, but if you experiment a few times, not to mention that it is delicious, but it is still possible to cook.

Besides, in case of indecision, boil it with water.And she taught Frocia to start with the simplest soup.