"Miss Luciana, Princess Elise sends you her sincerest greetings and apologies for not being able to visit. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Priest Wendir knocked on the hidden door, but there was no answer, only the dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. Priest Wendir sighed, reached out to summon a maid, and asked, "How long has Miss Lucianna not been out?" ”

The maid bowed her head: "It's been three days and three nights, my lord." Meals were delivered on time, but the young lady often only ate one meal. ”

"I see, you stand down." Wendir waved the maid away, put her hand on the door, and raised her voice a little: "Lucy! ”

The room was silent, Wendir pressed hard, the door opened, and the mountains of ancient scrolls behind the door also rolled to the ground, and at the same time the whole view of the room was also displayed in front of Wendill's eyes, as if the mountain of books had opened a small corner to him, and as far as the eye could see, there were books everywhere, and words were recorded in various forms on various carriers, long poems written in a whole sheepskin, and short songs written on scraps of paper; There are large tomes covered with hard cowhide, and there are also scribbled manuscripts. In the center of the room lay a young girl, casually crossed, her face buried in a thick copy of the Bulletin History of Cubax, the pages of which were turning in her hands. It wasn't until Wendir cautiously avoided the ancient books and walked up to her that she raised her head and said with some unpleasantness, "I heard you, Grandpa Wendil." There is no need to tell me this kind of polite cliché, and since Elise is not coming, then there is no need to tell me that she has come. ”

Wendir sat down beside the girl: "Lucy, you don't have so many scruples, as the high priest of the Creation Sect, I have to strictly follow the etiquette." He glanced at the already cold food beside the girl and frowned, "How long have you not eaten regularly?" ”

"It didn't take long, just over two days."

"You......" Wendir sighed, "you're going to be lawless as soon as Lord Justus is gone." ”

"I was still like that when my father was in Issos." The girl retorted, she closed the heavy historical book, and pulled out a new issue of "Pan Dezhi" from the stack, "Is the candidate for the exchange in Livingston decided?" ”

"No, those young men are accustomed to the scorching sun in the south, and they don't want to go to the north to suffer the cold, not to mention that the road is not ordinarily dangerous, Fieldway and Sarion are at odds with us, and if we are not careful, we may be surrounded by regular troops. Even if you pass through the Gato steppe, it is impossible to get much safer. ”

"I want to go." The girl spoke suddenly.

"No way!" Wendir glared at her, "Didn't you hear the second half of my sentence?" If someone with ulterior motives knows that you are the daughter of Lord Justus and uses you as a threat, how will the Archon deal with himself? What's more, Ravenston's side is just a low-spoken aristocratic child, and he is not the direct heir of the Alexis family. Isn't sending you too low to hold the posture of the empire too low? ”

"Then I will assign someone to be the exchange representative, and I will go to the Royal College in Boeing Blu in a private name."

"Not even more! Can you think about who you are? The consul's daughter doesn't stay in the empire, but goes to Boeing Blue across the entire continent, I'm afraid that the shadow assassins of all Daxia will follow you across Pander, right? ”

"Then I'll be incognito, disguise myself, and hire a team of mercenaries as guards on the road. Who knows? ”

Wendiel was made lose his temper by the other party's stubbornness, and he looked at the girl helplessly: "What are you doing in Livingston?" ”

The girl raised the "Pan Dezhi" in her hand: "I think Professor Brochette is a very great scholar, and although the analysis of the situation in his "Pan Dezhi" is sometimes too pedantic and idealistic, it is very accurate to see people, and it must be beneficial to communicate with him. She recited aloud a passage from the book: "Priest Wendir is clearly better suited to be a spy chief than a clergyman, and his ability to control intelligence is no less than that of Dasha's caliph Hamid, if not better." At the beginning of the Empire's new policy, he deduced the location of most of the Snake Cult strongholds based on just a few words from the patrol knights' reports, and wiped them out in one fell swoop. The Empire's New Deal was able to unfold smoothly in the early days with almost no resistance, thanks to the Priest Wendir. ”

Wendir shook her head: "It's just some old things, why bother?" Lucy, don't even think about slapping me on the back, I don't eat this. ”

"Grandpa Wendill, you just let me go, those academies in the empire are just gold-plated places for superficial noble children, and there is no academic atmosphere at all. The last time I preached there about Pande's poetic transformation, there were few people in the audience. Boeing Blue is different, many of the scholars of the old Pander have branched out in the Royal Academy, and it is said that any knight of the Black Spear Order can chat with the scholar about the history of Pande. ”

Wendir sighed, he didn't know that the girl didn't fit in with the nobility of the empire, and was even semi-openly ostracized by her peers. Though she was Justes's most precious daughter, and of good looks, and had no shortage of suitors in the early years who wanted to climb the ladder, she was eventually shunned by her strange temperament—and in her presence any high-minded talk would have become cautious, for she might at any moment intervene forcefully to point out the inappropriateness of your remarks. At a dinner party in Essos, a bishop of the Goddess of Creation sect declared that the ancestors of the Empire were gods, and the ancestors of the Daxia people were jackals, and then she appeared, leaving the bishop speechless with just one sentence: "Is it the snake god or the goddess of creation?" Then she began to dissect the history of Daxia, the contents of which would have become a very majestic treatise on paper, which was regarded as a classic by historians. However, her environment was not an academy but a banquet hall, and her audience was aristocrats and clergy rather than scholars, who either held wine glasses or put their arms around the waists of others, and finally walked away impatiently, leaving her alone, when she had just spoken about the totem worship of Daxia.

Luciana Dux, a girl who has only turned seventeen, is a genius of the Empire, and even Pande. She seemed to have an innate affinity for language, which made it as easy and natural for her to learn any language as if she had a knife and fork in her hands, and at the age of three she was able to read through long poems written in the ancient imperial script without a teacher, and at the age of six she translated seven short poems from Noldor texts – an achievement that many linguists could hardly hope to achieve in their lifetimes, but for Lucianna it was only the beginning. She soon became the authority on the Noldor language, and even scholars from the North, guarded by the Black Spear Knights, traveled thousands of miles across Pander to Aessos to discuss her treasured Noldor Scrolls with her.

But she was also a freak - at least the young nobles of the empire thought so, perhaps they had never seen such a noble girl who did not like to shine jewels, but was interested in the paper full of words. They made a big deal in private, boasting that they didn't like such a woman, and disdained to talk to her at the ball, but they knew very well that this was just an excuse for fear of making a fool of Luciana.