Hotel on the mountain

In early May 1801, Duke Raya once again opened the letter sent in mid-April:

"Dear father, at this time I need to tell you some news solemnly.

Orhan Alexander, he colluded with the spirit gathering and wanted to steal the "Pillar of Raya". They called it the "Fragment of Heaven" and sent a spirit named "Shadow Swifter" to come. Fortunately Was stopped. I finally forced Orhan to sign a pardon and captured the Shadow Swifters alive, while they were already on the psionic battleship heading to the port of Havre.

I was told that the Gathering of Spirits would not give up on their compatriots easily, so once the ship arrived in port, the news was bound to spread. I can't take care of their return to the Old World. I can only rely on you, father. But I think these are trivial matters to you, father, so I won’t mention them any more.

Selena Alexander, she is indeed very good, but I obviously did not inherit your appearance that can make women fall in love at first sight, and I cannot release Charles from her. But she invited me to visit the City of Seven Hills. I think we can still maintain contact if necessary in the future.

Dear father, in the next period of time, I will need more resources and professionals, and I will also trouble Master Russell to come to the New World again. I guarantee that he will have a good travel experience this time. Moreover, I must get Charles. If Orhan doesn’t have enough chips, I hope my father can give me more guidance.

Specific costs regarding resources and personnel can be deducted from the fish lantern trade. I believe that the visit of a large number of nobles to the New World will make business groups flock to this place. Therefore, I will also try my best to connect with the business in the Old World in order to obtain more profits.

Finally, I hope my father won’t worry too much about me, because if a person wants to conquer mountains, he must first be bold. I'm glad I'm a risk-taker rather than a timid person. Of course, in the process of climbing a mountain, the road will inevitably have twists and turns. Being careful and careful is your passport, and it will also become my passport.

I hope everything goes on this road for me, and I hope everything goes well for my father. Yours sincerely, Jetro. "

Isele Raya closed the letter and saw the psychic battleship returning from the New World through the carriage window.

Taking advantage of the ocean currents and monsoon winds, this psychic battleship arrived at the port of Le Havre from the New World in just half a month. The nobles who filed out stood on the deck and found that there was no busy hard work and noisy shouts in the entire port. All they could see were guards and motorcades with the Raya family emblem, a solemn scene.

They stood there in shock and whispered, no one dared to take the first step off the boat.

Orhan walked to the deck. His face was no longer rosy and shiny, and his originally bright and slightly curly hair now had scattered branches. With swollen eyes, he glanced at the mighty motorcade like a long queue at the port - the morning fog filled the air above the port, and the city in the distance from the port looked like an endless man-eating giant beast, while the luxurious carriages parked below and the faces The knight with the cold light is the tongue that this giant beast uses to lick the food before swallowing it.

The birds all huddled on the abandoned wooden piles on the pier, not daring to chirp here anymore.

Orhan sighed, walked through the crowd, walked out of the deck, walked down the gangway, and got into Duke Raya's carriage under the guidance of Butler Carter.

Selina followed her brother Orhan as usual, but was led to the other side by Butler Carter: "Your Highness, Miss Pushila is waiting for you in the carriage over there. She heard that you came back from the New World and wanted to hear about you. Experiences in the New World.”

Butler Carter smiled kindly. Selina glanced at the Duke's carriage, only showing a little thoughtful expression, and then said briskly: "Is it a political matter again?"

"Yes, Your Highness, when men meet in this country, they are always inseparable from politics."

"Okay, I'll go to Pushirana."

After a wooden box covered with black cloth was taken out of the cabin and inserted into the team, the convoy left in a majestic manner. They set off from the port, passed through the city that was not yet awake in the early morning, and drove away from Le Havre. The straight and majestic scissors were divided into three groups, one group headed for a manor, one group headed for the central region, and the other group headed for a certain military town.

…

In the White City, the mansion of the Hill family, both sides of the long table were filled with gang leaders who came to pay money. Servants entered the hall one after another - candlesticks, tablecloths, and vases were arranged in order; bowls, spoons, knives and forks were in order. The servant stood still, the candle was lit, and the sound of "dap-dap-dap" was heard in the iron-black hall.

The chair at the top was pulled away, and the harsh friction sound echoed in the hall. A long sigh was heard, and someone pushed the chair back again.

"Gentlemen, I'm glad to see you again." The speaker's voice was clear and strong, and he knew the aristocratic accent well, "I am Sander Hill. I hope some of you who are new here can get to know me. ”

Obsward sat at the bottom of the long table, staring at the tie of someone on the opposite table, not daring to look up. When he heard this, he turned his head slightly to look, but because he was not as tall as the man on the right, he had to carefully move his butt forward, and leaned forward a little further, and then he could barely see the man on the right. The tall figure under the bright candlelight - Sander Hill did not have the disgusting appearance of Obsward's imagination, such as fat and greasy. On the contrary, Sander looked very manly, with a face like a sculpture. His lines are sharp, but he looks amiable when he smiles.

The short black hair was combed into a slicked back, revealing the wide ears. He pressed one hand on the back of the chair, scanned the whole place with his light brown eyes, and looked at Obsward.

Obsward quickly sat upright, not daring to look around. The few independent bangs on the forehead were wet with sweat and stuck tightly to the skin.

"There are many more new people than last time." Xander said with a smile and started walking around the long table.

He walked slowly, patted the guests' shoulders one by one, and said: "You are the leaders of each block. I don't ask much of you, only one thing -"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the right side of Obsward was held down by Sander's shoulder. Then, the man suddenly let out a shrill roar, and his body began to rot from the shoulder to the bone. The rotting trend began to spread to his head and lower body, and finally only half of the man's body was left hanging on the chair.

Sander walked slowly past Obsward, patted him on the shoulder, walked to the bottom of the long table as if nothing had happened, and then said: "That's——

Don’t be the one who pays the least. "

No one in the audience dared to respond, no one dared to flatter, no one dared to laugh with him.

"Okay, allow me to toast you. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, Sander picked up the wine glass, and everyone present also hurriedly picked up the glasses in front of him.

Obswold was right under Sander's nose, holding the red wine glass tremblingly, like shaking a sieve, and with difficulty brought the red wine in the glass to his mouth, and drank it all.

…

It's close to mid-May, in the Central Region, in the City of Seven Hills, somewhere in a royal palace.

"What happened to the man captured by the Spiritual Assembly?"

"He died in the lake fortress in the south, but we got some useful information."

"died?"

"The attack of the Spiritual Assembly was so fierce that the fortress fell and we had to execute him."

"Where are the defenders of the fortress?"

"Sacrifice along with the fortress."

"Well, we will give them the most generous pension. We want to remember them... How is Orhan?"

"He got some teachings in the New World."

"Education? Haha, let him get some lessons. He is arrogant and cannot learn the word 'respect'. If he does not know how to respect his subordinates, respect his friends, respect his elders, and respect the pillars of the country like you . Sooner or later he will die during a dinner, in his sleep, or in a woman's arms."

"It seems that some of the lessons have gone too far, and he has become a lot more 'introverted'."

"The lesson is not enough. I want him to kneel on the ruins of the fortress in the middle of the lake and repent! Let everyone see how many people will bear the responsibility for the mistakes made by a fool!"

"Is this okay? He is still a child. This will make him lose all dignity and he will have to live in humiliation."

"Eshayri, there are no 'children' in the royal family. It was decided when he was born that he should be responsible for his actions no matter what age he is - even if that destroys him, he asked for it."

"What about Charles' pardon?"

"Charles? That's fine. My brother has been locked up by me for so long. He should go out to see the sun. Let him go to the New World and never come back."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

"Oh, are you still lying to me? Don't I know whether I am kind or not? Tell me, what reward do you want this time?"

"It is my duty and honor to do my best for His Majesty."

"Don't be polite. Let's do this. You dug up clues to the spiritual gathering, eliminated a cancer within the royal family, and killed a spiritual man - I will give you a 'noble place', take advantage of it. "

"Thank you for your grace."

…

"In the Hebrew Empire, the aristocracy was not fixed forever. When the performance and taxation of a region managed by a noble failed to meet the standards for several consecutive years, he would be included in the 'demotion list' and start from the aristocratic class. They fell through the ranks and eventually became a commoner. If a commoner wanted to become a noble, he could either accumulate military merit or benefit the people's livelihood. After their reputation was enough, they could ask other nobles to recommend them to the king, and then wait for the king. Eliminate the declining nobles and reward those who are truly capable. The main group that takes military merit is the knights, while the group that takes the people's livelihood route is mainly businessmen."

"Dad, are you a businessman like you?"

"Hahaha, yes, a big businessman like dad."

"Then dad, are we going to become nobles too?"

"Kid. Have you seen this whole boat full of people?" she said.

"Um!"

“They are just like us, they just have tickets to the game.