Chapter 161: Teacher

The guest is Yárvis,★. \*kanshugecom^\看书^門*

After greeting Chongyang who came out of the study, he said straight to the point: "I am once again entrusted by that lady to invite you to a place. ”

The lady...... Igney @ Dyrenko. Chongyang frowned slightly, and various thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Could it be that she is the key to Prince Lawrence's saying that "it won't be long before something happens"?

"Are you free now, Chongyang?" Jarvis looked at the black-haired young man's face.

"'A place' means Li, that lady, is she going to ask me to carry out the conditions I promised?" Chongyang asked after thinking about it.

"I don't know, I'm just acting as an intermediary. Or, in order not to make you feel too strange to an accompanying acquaintance. Yalves smiled.

"Actually, like you, I don't know much about that lady. She'll let me run errands, knowing that I know you, and because she's had a little friendship with me.

”

Yang understood what Jarvis meant.

"Good. I'll go with you now. ”

immediately explained to Luo Yang. Chongyang and Yalvis got up and went out. Walk towards a white carriage waiting on the road outside.

This carriage model is not special. It's just all over the body. It was completely white. Purity. And the horse-driving coachman. He was also dressed in a white robe. More thoroughly. Even the horses pulling carts are white-haired. There is no noise from start to finish.

The imperial capital is prosperous. I have seen a lot of carriages of all kinds. But such a pure white ground carriage. Chongyang is the first time to see. I felt strange in my heart. I was also vaguely aware of the meaning of this carriage.

After getting in the car. The carriage started. Yalvis sat across from Chongyang. Seeing Chongyangdi's expression. Seems to know what he's thinking.

"This carriage. It's not expensive to manufacture. Ground materials are not a rare thing. Only horses are worth a lot. But it's not hard to get ......," Jarvis said.

"If you really want to build it, I dare say that the nobles who live in this Lota district can make a dozen of them from each household. But in reality: the one who built this white carriage and drove the streets of God's capital had only one family in the entire empire. ”

Chongyang nodded silently.

There is only one family...... In other words, no one other than that family could use this pure white carriage. This is a customary rule in the upper class of the empire, and it represents the respect for that teacher.

White, pure white, the color of the healer.

Through the car window, I saw the bustling traffic on the road, and a large part of it, intentionally or unintentionally, avoided the white carriage.

The white-robed coachman drove the carriage through the streets, neither fast nor slow, without encountering any obstacles.

Seeing this scene, Chongyang thought of a car that was also white in his previous life, and there was no obstacle when he ran on the road. However, in the previous life, the carriage was unimpeded by law and human life, and the white carriage here relied on prestige and power.

......

The white carriage drove steadily until it reached a manor in the northeast of the city.

Huge manor, Chongyang got off the car and knew at a glance that the level of this manor must be far beyond his own spade village.

Fertile fields cascade into the distance, and clear rivers wind through them. There are mills by the river, windmills by the fields, and farmers come and go on the field roads with a leisurely face, and some are chatting and laughing in a hurry.

"Chongyang @ Mr. Bright?" came from the side.

When I turned my head, I saw a young man in a plain white cloth robe strolling to usher.

"I am. Chongyang nodded.

"Teacher, please come with me over there. The ordinary-looking young man said in a deep voice, and began to lead the way as soon as he waved his hand.

Chongyang and the ignored Jarvis glanced at each other and followed.

The pace of the young man is unhurried, revealing a calm and stable demeanor. Chongyang secretly paid attention to himself, and found that the distance that this young man stepped out of each foot was extremely accurate, as if he had been measured with a ruler, not more than half a minute, nor half a minute slowly.

It's a field of dirt, not a paved avenue, and it's amazing to keep this accurate and steady pace on the uneven path.

Jarvis also noticed, and an awe-inspiring color flashed in his eyes. Originally, he was a little dissatisfied with the attitude of this young man who led the way to ignore him, but after following him for a while, he had to restrain his thoughts and bury all his pride.

The young man and the two men did not go in the direction of the main house of the manor, but followed the creek all the way to the west, and then crossed a wooden bridge and walked up a gentle hillside.

Flowers, florets, small yellow flowers, densely packed into clusters, spread across the slope top, swaying slightly in the wind. The pastel colors are not bright, but they are eye-catching.

In front of the flowers, there was an old man in a wheelchair and a woman with bright red hair.

"Teacher, Mr. Chongyang has arrived. The cloth-robed young man stepped forward and saluted the old man respectfully.

Chongyang carefully observed the old man, and saw that the other party was wearing a light gray robe, his silver-white hair was combed in the slightest, his face was a little thin, and a pair of pale yellow eyes gently reflected the vibrant little yellow flowers in front of him.

Sitting in a wheelchair, the big hands that lie flat on the armrests on both sides of the chair look a little withered. The thighs, feet, are covered by a blanket of pure white fur.

Chief Healer of the Royal, the leader of the Empire's healing wizarding community...... Chongyang looked at this wheelchair old man, and was a little surprised in his heart.

At this time, the old man tilted his head slightly, and his gentle eyes met Chongyang's gaze.

Clear.

The only feeling of Chongyang. It is hard to imagine that the color of an old man of such age could be reminiscent of the clarity of an innocent child, pure, clean, as if there was not a trace of dirt.

He was even more surprised, bowed his head slightly, and saluted cautiously. And Jarvis, who was next to him, did the same thing.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

"How are you, young man?"

"Huh?" Chongyang was stunned, "I...... I am fine. ”

The old man stared at Chongyang's eyes for a while, and his gentle eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, you're not ......"

Chongyang suddenly felt as if he had seen through something, and was shocked, and unconsciously reached out to touch his right eye, but his hand reached halfway and stopped this inexplicable impulse by himself.

"Chongyang, how are you" Jarvis said confusedly when he saw this.

Yang Wuxin responded to Jarvis, trying his best to calm the turmoil in his heart, clenching his palms and forcibly suppressing the tremors on his hands.

The old eyes slowly opened their corners, and the smile became stronger.

"You're not good...... But you'll be fine, kid. ”

Fang is a "young man", and now he has become a "child".

Jarvis didn't notice this subtle change at all, and the red-haired woman Igni, as well as the cloth-robed young man standing quietly on the side, all looked slightly moved when they heard this.

The scene was silent for a while, only the cold wind blew.

"Grandpa, it looks like it's going to rain. Igney looked up at the sky, leaned over the old man's ear and whispered, "Shall I send you back?"

"Hmm...... Just let Duke send me here, talk to them. The old man smiled.

Hearing this, Igni nodded, let go of the back of the wheelchair chair, and looked at the cloth-robed youth.

After signaling to Igni, the young man named Duke stepped forward to hold the wheelchair and pushed the old man along the other side of the path to leave the top of the slope.

The meeting lasted less than five minutes, and there were only two or three words. This teacher left a very deep impression on Chongyang. Together with Yalvis, and Igné, he watched the wheelchair disappear and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Doesn't that seem strange?"

Ignie turned around and faced the two men, her pale blue eyes slightly cold.

"Grandpa is the first healer of the empire, but he is a cripple?"

Chongyang and Yalvis looked at Igney and nodded in unison.

"If I say that my grandfather had a problem with his legs and feet when he was young, and he wanted to cure himself and went to learn healing magic, but until now, he can't cure his own leg, but he has cured many other people...... Do you believe it or not?"

Chongyang and Jarvis were stunned together, and then looked at each other.

"You don't believe it...... Ignie said lightly, "Actually, I don't believe it either." ”

Chongyang and Jarvis were completely stunned, their expressions becoming strange, and they couldn't understand the meaning of the lady's words.

A moment of dead silence.

"Just take it as a joke. Igney turned around, "We can't have coffee here, come with me." ”

Joke?yarvis looked dazed. Chongyang felt a little dizzy and rubbed his temples. Are you kidding that teacher?How many people in the entire Wren Empire dare to do this?

Filled with an indescribable shock in every way, Chongyang and Jarvis, who had been unable to recover for a long time, followed Igné's shadow, facing the gradually blowing cold wind, to the large windmill house on the other side of the field.

The windmill house, like the waterwheel mill, was originally used as a facility for grinding wheat on the estate. But the windmill house, which Ignie led the two into, was an elegant and chic hall.

The wind outside the house grew stronger, and the windmill turned slowly, urging some kind of mechanism above the hall to work, making a crisp and pleasant musical sound. The hall chairs are not fur chairs, but clearly hand-woven straw mat embroidered chairs. The table is a large polished tree root, and the rings are clearly visible on the table.

The "stone carvings" are pure natural strange rocks, and the "oil paintings" are peculiar works of art made of stones, mud, wheat and the like. In addition, there are taxidermy, potted plants, various wood carvings, pottery sculptures, etc.

Being in such a natural environment, Jarvis was amazed, and Chongyang was also deeply wonderful, and couldn't help but recall the time when the Phoenix Mountain Fire Valley was in the lake, the residence of the magician Chim......

The two sat down under the host's hospitality. In a moment, Igné took out the clay pot, poured the hot coffee into the wooden cup, and gently pushed the wooden cup in front of the guest.

The aroma is full of aroma and pleasant taste, and when you smell it, you know that you are using absolutely fine coffee beans.

Chongyang took a sip, let the thick fragrance and bitterness melt in his mouth, and couldn't help sighing.

"You don't add ingredients to the coffee. Igney looked at the black-haired young man's face, her eyes flashing, "...... like me"

"Huh?" Chongyang was slightly stunned, vaguely feeling that the other party's words seemed to contain deep meaning.

"Hehe, I don't dare to be like the two of you. Jarvis added sugar to his cup and smiled, "I'm a spicer." If I don't add ingredients to the coffee, I can't drink it, it's too bitter. ”

"Yes...... The coffee is too bitter, and most people have to add ingredients......" Ignie still looked at Chongyang, with a subtle look between her eyebrows.

"Miss Igni," Chongyang met the other's gaze, "you...... What is the matter with me coming here?"

He wanted to ask the red-haired lady about the meaning of her words, but when the words came to his lips, he turned into asking about the purpose of the trip.