In little Sosa's mind, his teacher had always been old-fashioned and unsmiling, and at this time, when he saw his gaze shooting like lightning, he was so nervous that he buried his head deeper.

But fortunately, except for the silent aristocratic teenagers, Phoenix still stepped forward in time to relieve him of the siege - the question just now was carefully repeated by Phoenix, and Sosa finally heard it clearly.

He was stunned again!

Eight-year-old boys are far from being mature and sophisticated, and of course, unlike commoners, the basic cultural education of the nobles means that even if they are young, they will not behave like uneducated idiots -

Elant's royal family and the local lord is a very delicate relationship, although most of the nobles do not show these facts in the open, but in fact, the relationship between the lord and the royal family is not simply subordinate or vassal, there is cooperation and confrontation, just like this trip to the northland of the third princess of the royal family, Her Royal Highness Samantha.

It's just that at little Sosa's age when he is still playful, he doesn't think of so many things.

Was Elant's ancestor, Edwin I, a hero?

He thought about it in his heart, and then nodded firmly, this legendary figure with many halos has long become an immortal legend, and in the hearts of the commoners of the kingdom, he almost has a supreme position-

"So, do you know what our ancestors did? Little Sosa. ”

Perhaps realizing that his attitude towards the child had been too harsh, Grantham's expression softened a little, and he even smiled slightly—he rarely smiled in front of the students, so that several students in the classroom couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"I don't know."

Little Souza shook his head. Honesty is one of the virtues of the aristocracy, and hypocrisy is also an indispensable thing. Obviously, he only understood the first half of this sentence, and when he saw the smile on the teacher's face, he added in a voice that gradually softened:

"He killed a lot of enemies?"

"It's more than that."

"He established our kingdom of Elanth."

"Not exactly."

Grantham paused, and after hearing little Sosa answer two times in a row, he turned to look at the other students, and walked back to the podium—

It was actually a desk higher in the room, and Grantham sat behind it, suddenly grabbed a quill and began to rustle on the paper.

After a few moments, he stood up from his chair and put up lines on the paper in his hand, on which were written some words and several clear lines, which interlaced and connected the passages of text in an orderly manner.

"Our ancestor, Frank Edwin, was the lord of the Burtord Fortress during the Ellandia Empire, which is what we often call the Thorn Dynasty, and the Edwin family held the title of marquis of the empire, and His Majesty married the princess Sasha Bourbon of the royal family when he was young......"

"Just like the current lord?"

Sosa whispered, he was referring to the Earl of Tarun - although little Sousa interrupted Grantham's statement, the old man was not angry, but paused, as if thinking about something, and quickly gave a detailed answer to little Sousa's question:

"Yes, this is very similar to the current situation of Lord Earl. However, in comparison, the Burtod Fortress is larger and more solid than the Tarun Fortress. According to relevant records, the fortress is a fortress complex consisting of a main fortress and six star fortresses, and its ruins are currently located in the Salotte region in the south of the kingdom, and its main purpose is to protect against the invasion of the Rekats and the mountain tribes of the Ten Thousand Realms......"

"Mountain people? Teacher, aren't the mountain people also part of the Elantes? Could it be that at that time, they were also our enemies? ”

"Hehehe, little Sosa, I must correct the wrong content in your words, only the mountain people of Elante are part of the kingdom of Elante, and the mountain people are not a concept of a country, it is only used to denote some bloodline ......"

"I see, teacher."

Little Sosa and several aristocratic teenagers next to him nodded, as if thoughtful—in fact, the relationship between the mountain people and the nobles of Elantra was complicated as early as the founding of the Elantra state. And after the millennium of Edwin IX's reign, it is difficult to say whether some nobles have the blood of mountain people.

Of course, the more conclusive fact is that there is still no true mountain lord in the Elante Kingdom.

When little Sousa's question was over, Grantham was still standing behind the podium, half of his body bowed slightly, holding a piece of paper in his right hand and the palm of his left hand resting on the table. Those deep eyes seemed extremely calm at this time.

"Let's go back to today's topic, the history, aristocracy and politics of the continent."

There are often complex marriages between nobles and nobles, and the so-called history is actually the main content of the family history of these nobles. In the long river of history, one family after another has risen and one family has perished, and the glory and blood and tears have long left endless stories among the people.

"The history of the continent is, in essence, the history of the aristocracy. Politics is also the principle of the aristocratic group in dealing with itself and the outside world......"

"The enemy that little Sosa mentioned just now, I want to tell you that the nobles have no eternal enemies, and the mountain people of the mountains of the Ten Thousand Realms were our enemies, but they joined the command of the ancestors in the subsequent war, and from that time on, they became our friends, or rather, they became part of us."

"Politics, that is, the process of turning enemies into friends, more friends, fewer enemies, is a gradual establishment of order, and in essence, it is also the gradual formation of power......"

When Grantham spoke of these things, several aristocratic teenagers quickly became quiet, they knew that this was something that only real nobles were qualified to hear, and each of them wrote down their class notes with their eyes open and a serious face, for fear of missing every sentence—

Several of them are from the Jeffrey family in the small town of Lorenz, and this famous scholar from the Northland also has a close relationship with their family.

……

Latis Collar, Boomer.

Located on the edge of the Silver Lake, and to the south is the fertile Dortiz Plains, the shape of the city on the map is very interesting, it does not have a complete high wall, like a crescent, embracing the entire northwest of the Silver Leaf Lake.

After the crowd of traffic flowed into the city, Gross and his party walked through the streets of Boomer—

The streets in Boomer are quite wide, half as wide as Karthas, the capital of Nogo—

The pavement is a smooth, seamlessly grey slate, and the sunset shines on the street at dusk. If you bend down to look closely, you can see the tiny quartz particles and mica that glow in the slates, and the streets are flanked by a dazzling array of shops selling all kinds of goods and services.

They slowed down their horses and wagons and followed the crowd as they made their way.

The carriage at the intersection was shuttling through the streets at both ends. The coachman kept shouting with a whip, and occasionally a lonely lady opened the curtain of the carriage, and poked out a delicate little face to look at the lively street scene, and after looking at it, she quickly lowered the curtain—

Boomer's traffic is far more congested than many towns in the Northlands, and at the intersection there are several vigilantes in gray uniforms.

They were conducting traffic diversion and management, while Gross and Stewart were temporarily stopped on the side of the street by them—

There were many pedestrians standing with them, standing in place, watching the carriages pass in front of them, showing different emotions under their different appearances and costumes.

An old gentleman in a black tweed gown with a gentleman's hand stick with a curved handle silently pulled out a pipe, and after glancing at the Gross from the corner of his eye, he spat out a blue cloud to himself, which seemed to be an unusually wonderful pleasure from his expression.

And during this time, some bored pedestrians began to browse the bulletin boards on the side of the street.

"What an amazing guy!"

Beside the Gross, a pedestrian was sighing - Levine was closest to the bulletin board, and he looked intently at the content above, which happened to be about the "New Year's Festival Challenge".

"Challenge Champion, Derek!"

Levine suddenly felt a little familiar when he saw the portrait of the thin face on the bulletin board, he hesitated for a moment, and then patted Oliver on the shoulder beside him.

"This ......"

Oliver's expression was instantly astonished.