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The next morning, Moshi had to ask the servants where the room of the swordsman Shekha Hawthorn was—of course, because he himself was not good at talking to strangers, and the most fundamental reason, of course, was that the other party had not met at the door of the kitchen for a long time.

"They said that Master Shekha was too drunk yesterday. Duna told Moshi when she returned, "He just woke up. ”

Even that kind of alcohol with almost zero alcohol can be drunk until you get drunk?!

Mo Shi endured for a moment and did not say this sentence.

He realized the racial disparity - humans were better at breaking down alcohol than dogs, and it seemed that the same would apply to orcs. To him, yesterday's pot of liquid was nothing more than a sweet drink.

“...... Now, Duna, please make another run, and tell him that I have to visit Mr. Ember first, "They have only ten days, and now there are only nine days left, and they must not be wasted," and if he finishes packing, he can go to Mr. Ember's to find us. ”

Mo Shi clenched his cane and prepared to leave.

And Duna looked at him.

"Do you need me to help you find out where that Mr. Ember is?" she asked thoughtfully.

Despite the embarrassment, Mo Shi maintained his composure and nodded.

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Ember was a gentleman of great manners.

Moshi met him in the library of the Duke's castle.

Although Ember Waping was his target, Moshi couldn't help but be drawn to the books in the library.

...... Presumably a page made of animal leather. Moshi smells a faint smell of oil, not a vegetative smell.

This library is not small, but it can be seen that it is not often used, and it is very secluded and quiet.

Rows and rows of books are placed on stone shelves, and the walls are also designed as bookshelves. The young man sat by the window that had been cut out of the wall, and read the book on a slanted stone slab.

He was a young man who looked to be about twenty-five or sixteen years old (Mo Shi was not yet able to judge the age of an orc), relatively thin, and had a gentle face.

"Are you Mr. Ember?" said Moshi, trying to speak.

Seeing the other party raise his head, Mo Shi walked over to him: "I guess we met at the banquet, but I don't know if you remember me - I'm a new teacher here, Mo Shi." ”

"Hello, Mr. Moshi. Ember bowed his head calmly, and after briefly meeting his gaze, he looked down again at the book, as if anxious to finish the last few lines.

Mo Shi moved his gaze to the book.

It is a work similar to that of European medieval books, with beautiful illustrations and neat characters, and the pursuit of appearance almost exceeds the text itself, which is obviously a religious work.

Mo Shi has not yet been able to fully grasp the language of this place, let alone the words, but Mo Shi believes that sooner or later he will understand it.

"When we met for the first time, there were many rudenesses. Mo Shi sat down on the stone chair opposite the young man, and he shivered with the cold, "I said straight to the point. ”

The young man looked at him and nodded.

Ember seems to be more reticent.

Mo Shi cleared his throat and spoke, "I am now following the orders of Lord Duke Firesparrow and investigating some things. Maybe you'd like to talk to me. ”

The young man lowered his hands turning the pages and folded them on his shoulders.

"Since it is the order of the Duke, of course I will assist you. He said politely.

"I heard that you are the literature teacher of the young masters?"

"Yes. From now on, we will be colleagues. ”

"Maybe you can teach me a lot of things," Mo Shi smiled, "I'm new to the school, and there are a lot of things I don't understand. To be honest, I don't know much about local customs and culture. ”

"Aren't you from here?" Ember seemed to be a little interested in him, "listening to the accent...... I can't hear it. ”

It seems that the blue bird's "kinetic sound magic" is still quite accurate, Mo Shi thought secretly.

"Actually, because I first came here and met Mr. Pamu, I haven't even met all the little masters. Dino, who is a little more familiar, has only had a brief conversation with Miss Diya, and as for Master Difen, he has not even had the opportunity to meet. ”

Ember nodded.

"The world is impermanent, and as a young lady's teaching, I share her sorrow. ”

"Do you usually have a close relationship with the young lady?"

The young man glanced at Mo Shi alarmingly.

Mo Shi hurriedly remedied: "The last time I went to see Miss Diya, I was ridiculed by her. She is worthy of being the daughter of the Duke of Firesparrow, beautiful and intelligent. ”

"Indeed," said Ember's expression softened slightly, "she is a capable woman of talent and ambition. ”

"Talent & Ambition ......"

"How pathetic. A woman is talented and ambitious. If she hadn't had a decent husband, how miserable her life would have been. Ember bowed his head and shook it, and said, "I have transgressed, please do not take these words to heart." You have been appreciated by the Duke, and you must have asked me something important when you came here, so please be direct—"

"It doesn't have to be that way," Moshi interrupted him, "I agree with you, Mr. Ember. Miss, she is a person with a swift mind like a bird. If she had been born here and now, as a boy, she would have achieved more. ”

Ember lifted his eyes and met him.

The canine eyes were tame at this time.

“...... This castle is like a cage. This world is like a cage. He sighed, "No matter what, people can only live in the moment." ”

This is a philosophical statement.

Mo Shi thought that if he had enough time, he would be willing to chat with this literature teacher.

"Maybe you'd like to tell me something I need to pay attention to in the castle?" asked Mo Shi humbly.

"The Duke's castle?"

A smile suddenly appeared on the young man's lips, but it didn't seem to be a smile with a happy mood, "Compared to the nobles further north and the old lords of the east, this place is free and open. ”

"What do you mean?" asked Moshi, "the form of entertainment, literature, law, or something else." ”

The young man stared at him for a moment, as if assessing Mo Shi.

Mo Shi's hands caught his attention, but he didn't ask much.

The hood and hair obscured Moshi's ears.

"Still don't talk about that. You'll get to know it later. The young man shook his head, "Didn't you come to me because you had something to ask?"

Since the other party was unwilling to chat, Mo Shi had no choice but to express his intentions.

"Something happened to Mr. Chivino. I don't know if you've heard of it. ”

"Civino......" the young man bowed his head again, "Of course, I know. The body was found by the servants, and of course it was rumored all at once. ”

"I heard he went to you yesterday morning and said yes, playing chess?"

"Yes, chess. The young man's brown eyes remained motionless as he cast his gaze on the pages, "I am also surprised that he would come to me to play chess the next morning after such an incident." Of course, I didn't have a teaching job that morning, so I played two games with him. He was flustered and didn't play well. ”

Ember looked up and glanced at the hourglass placed on the windowsill.

About two hours before lunch, he went back. ”

Moshi jotted down this information.

He then asked, "I want to know what he said to you." ”

"Heyal wasn't Heyal, but he had also been a 'junior apprentice' at the Central Spinel Academy, so we were alumni – even though he was older than me, we had something to talk about. ”

Moshi thought from Heyal's point of view, and noticed one point: "So you and Mr. Chivino do have a good relationship, albeit a disparity in status......"

"Disparity in status?"

Ember suddenly sneered softly.

Mo Shi couldn't understand the meaning behind this sneer. And when he expressed his doubts, Ember also seemed to realize something, and put away his sarcasm. At this time, he looked very sad again, which reminded Mo Shi of a friend from the past.

"Didn't you talk about anything other than where you lived?" Mo Shi asked, waving the vague shapes in his mind.

"I'm guessing you're asking if he mentioned the murder of Lord Pamu. ”

Mo Shi nodded.

"Nope. He didn't tell me anything about what he saw that night. However, Chivino must have been very frightened and distraught, as were all of us. His voice was soft, "How horrible it is that the murderer has defiled the prayer hall where the altar is placed with blood...... Evil. ”

Ember curled up his long, slender fingers for an orc, and his nails rubbed together.

Mo Shi still had many detailed questions, about Chivino, but also about Bourne and those young masters.

However, there was the sound of footsteps and conversation from the corridor at the entrance of the library.

Ember had apparently noticed that before he did, for he had closed the book and stood up.

"It's the other scholars who have come here," he said, "Mr. Mosch, if you don't want to be dragged into an 'academic debate,' you might be willing to go down the stairs behind the tower with me?"

"You mean greetings?"

With that, Mo Shi had already grasped the staff and followed behind Ember, walking towards the north side of the library.

"After all, you claim you don't even remember your birthplace or family name, do you? I guess you'd hate greetings. ”

Mo Shi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Me?" Ember twitched his ears and did not answer.

"One last question," asked Mo Shi, who stopped and stood on the stairs, "where were you that night?"

Ember glanced sideways at him, "If you mean the day Lord Pamu was killed, I attended an evening feast and later went to the library to read. I read a chapter about ancient warfare, and was so enchanted that the knights of the Duke told us all to go to the hall and stay there. ”