The Carter family is one of the six council families, and Adrian Carter, the white-robed mage of the year, is also one of the six people who established Jialan.

It's just that with his disappearance, the Carter family has been passed down from generation to generation, and the number of spellcasters has become smaller and smaller.

Some people say that Lord Adrian suffered a curse back then, and the caster's talent was stripped of by Mia. Others say that the later Carters reneged on their original covenant and their blood was no longer pure.

In short, there are different opinions, and there are noses and eyes, and this situation is getting worse.

Until the moment Lamar Carter, the thirty-third heir of the Carter family and the only male in the family, came into this world as an ordinary person in 738 AD, the Carter family basically lost its confidence and strength as a parliamentary family.

None of the Carters of this generation are spellcasters, and in the future, it is highly likely that the Carter family will no longer have mages.

Such a council family can't protect Jialan, let alone protect this glory.

Although due to the supremacy regulations, this could not prevent the successive Duke Carter from receiving enough money from Kane's Horn to keep the family running, and not to compromise their supremacy in Falan City. But it affects how everyone sees him.

So this Duke of Carter, after Mr. Lamar grew up with difficulty, he chose to escape for the first time, and he chose to return to his fiefdom Grey Fir Territory, which was once the city of Caltan, to be an ordinary duke, not one of the supreme six.

But we often say that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and this event may seem like the beginning of the end of a legendary family, but in fact it has an extraordinary positive meaning.

It was precisely because of the decline of the Carter family that the Elemental Tower did not take them to heart. Even when they co-opted the other four families and couldn't attack the William family for a long time, they never remembered that there was such a council family that was not worthy of the name.

As a result, the Carter family has not come into contact with the tower to this day, and has maintained unprecedented purity.

Even though Lamar's daughter, Shireen Carter, now lives in the Moon Creek Manor on the outskirts of Falan City, she has never been touched by anyone from the Tower, and even those who have devoted their lives to the Carter family have never been here, and this place has a rare sense of peace.

Shireen Carter, the daughter of Lamar Carter, is 14 years old this year, and is an introverted and quiet girl.

Well, a literary girl in a way.

It can even be said that there is no such special girl in the entire Falan City.

First of all, she doesn't like to stay in the warm, sunny gray fir collar. Secondly, she also doesn't like crowded places. Therefore, Duke Carter specially built this Moon Creek Manor outside Falan City for her, which is equipped with a huge and spacious study, which is even 1/20 the size of the library of Jialan Academy, and there are 3 administrators alone, all of whom are girls of her age.

In order to cater to Shirin's quiet personality, these girls are also all mute.

She is like an elf who is far away from the hustle and bustle, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and lives in this castle that is indisputable, as beautiful as a fairy tale.

In the afternoon at dusk, Shireen sat by the window on the second floor and read a book, and the afterglow of the setting sun hit the girl's face through the glass window, gilding her fair skin with a layer of gold, which looked full of holy and noble luster.

At this moment a carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the manor, and the sound of creaking wheels could be heard in the distance, which alarmed Shireen, who immediately stood up excitedly, put on her shoes, pinched the corners of her skirt and ran downstairs, waiting anxiously in the parlor.

A few minutes were as long as a century, and when she heard footsteps, she hurried to meet them.

"Did you buy it?" She asked.

The visitor took off his hat and showed a sunny face, but his expression was slightly complaining.

"I don't feel sorry for your brother at all. Well, I bought it, and I got this today. ”

Fello handed her the thing, and the girl held it in her arms, and called out sweetly, "Thank you", and then slipped away without looking back.

"This girl ......"

The third prince smiled, this sister's hobby is really special.

Although the story on "Bignius" is very exciting, it is also the same thing for him.

Compared with the content of newspapers and bonuses, he cares more about the technology, means, or power used by Mu Yan. His mentor, Mr. Bednar, said that the Enchanted Daily had tried to emulate the paper, but they couldn't keep the cost under 3 gold. As for the map of the whole territory in the bonus, don't even think about it.

The level of alchemy and enchantment represented by this technique far surpassed that of the Magic Daily, and he didn't know who else could do it except for the Horn of Kane, who was sitting on the Silver Candle Society.

But obviously, Mu Yan and Kane's horn can't be together, and the festival between them has risen from a personal conflict to a conflict of interest, which cannot be reconciled.

Coupled with Mu Yan's strange perception at the banquet that night, if it weren't for the fact that Fei Luo was different from ordinary people, he really wouldn't have noticed that the other party was observing him.

It was a dinner party in the palace, and if it wasn't for the confidence in his own strength, who would dare to spread out his perception recklessly?

But he did just that, not only did he avoid the enchantment's detection, but he didn't attract the attention of the others, and even Headmaster William didn't notice that anyone was probing under his nose......

Philo was sure that there was a special power behind this guy, and it was far from being as simple as it seemed.

It can even be said that he deceived everyone.

All of a man's pursuits ultimately come down to "power," which Mr. Bednar told him. Because you have the power to complete your dreams as you want and not be dragged down by reality.

And this truth has been verified countless times with cold reality.

With a soft breath of air, letting these deep thoughts go away, Philo tried to lighten his emotions as much as he could.

After all, this is Moon Creek Manor, a place as beautiful as a fairy tale, and you shouldn't think about these things.

He looked at the quiet face of the girl in front of him, and his expression involuntarily softened.

Shireen is his sister, cousin.

His mother, one of His Majesty's princesses, was a sister to Duke Carter's wife.

Four years ago, Duke Carter sent a letter to his mother, saying that he would send his daughter to Falan, hoping that she would take care of it. But since coming to Falan City, this cousin has always stayed in Yuexi Manor and almost never left. In addition, as a princess, her mother could not travel easily, so she had no choice but to take as much time as possible to take care of her cousin instead of her.

Fortunately, there are no words such as "squatting at home" and "staying" in this world, otherwise Shireen would probably have been full of labels. But even so, in the aristocratic circles of the younger generation, Shireen is often given the title of "weirdo".

Three months ago, when he came to visit, he left behind the newspaper he bought casually, and then received a summons from Shireen, begging him to help buy the follow-up, which is why Fello has a non-falling purchase and this bonus. Even when he was seriously ill, he didn't forget to let people buy it as scheduled.

The facts also prove Shireen's unique vision.

This cousin of mine is much smarter than you think, and Philo thought to himself more than once.

As soon as he sat down, the servant brought a cup of tea, took the book in his hand, and sat down beside Shireen and watched it quietly.

Every time I come here, I can experience the inexplicable quietness and peace, and my brain is empty, and I don't have to think about how to survive, how to mediate and balance under the pressure of all parties......

He rarely experienced such a life, so he felt that it was very new, and over time it became like an addiction, and the so-called visit to Shireen became an excuse, more because he wanted to come here to reminisce about the atmosphere.

It was a safe haven for him.

Shireen's body was very weak, so even in the early summer of June, the room controlled the heat in the fireplace with a thermostatic barrier, and at this time, the warm temperature, coupled with the thin blanket covering his body, felt that his eyelids were getting heavier, and the words in the book gradually moved away from him, and he put on wings to fly and hover in the dream.

He slowly fell asleep.

In the quiet of the castle, only the occasional beep in the fireplace, and the slight rattle of the maiden turning the pages, was as warm as soaking in hot milk.

……

I don't know how long it has been, but Fello woke up, feeling clear and feeling more comfortable than ever.

Every time I come here, I feel like I've been given a new lease of life.

He stretched and turned his head to see that Shireen had somehow brought down a large pile of books from upstairs, each spread out on the floor, and she was lying on the carpet writing and drawing, her two white feet were happily cocked.

As a member of the Scout Section, Philo got up silently, crept in from behind, and then suddenly shouted in her ear,

"Ahh

"Ahh

The girl jumped up violently, and then out of nowhere, she raised the ten-centimeter-thick dictionary in her hand and picked it up.

"Mia is on top!"

Philo was glad that he usually didn't neglect to exercise and quickly dodged, but after thinking about it, Shireen's body was weak, and this time she used a lot of force, and it would not be good if she flashed her waist, so she simply moved back and turned around to bear the blow with her back.

"Bang"

The old dictionary slapped firmly on him, and all of them were shot apart.

"Brother, you're scared to death!" Shireen panted.

"Hey...... I'm just kidding......" Philo smiled, waved his hand back, and picked up the dictionary.

"Well, I'll see what you're doing."

This sentence really worked, and Shireen suddenly left her fright behind and showed a mysterious smile.

"Me...... Probably the one who knows the author's mind best! ”

She waved her hand forward vigorously, trying to make a rather kingly gesture, but her body was too petite, and this movement only looked a little cute.

However, Philo still cooperated with a shocked face.

"Really? Yes, can you tell me? ”

"Hmph~"

Shireen clasped her hands and proudly puffed up her small chest, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a strange sound in her abdomen.

"Goo-"

The sound was unusually abrupt in the quiet room.

"Hahaha......"

Philo finally couldn't hold back and rolled on the floor laughing.

……

……

An hour later, it will be dark at the Dusk Tavern of Copper Fire Lane.

"Is this what you call the tavern, 'strange but very tasty'?"

Shireen tied her long hair up and hid it in a hat. Her outfit was noticeably out of the street for a season, as the maiden was curled up behind Fellowo almost the entire time, trying to avoid the sight of the men.

"That's right, you'll know then."

Fellowo reassured, patted her hand, and dragged her into the tavern.

He skillfully waved to the waiter, and a very short fellow leaned in.

"It is a pleasure to serve you, sir, miss."

Shireen stole a glance at the waiter, and suddenly stared at him intently.

The waiter was talking to Fello with his back to Shirin, but after he had recorded the menu, he turned around unexpectedly and bowed slightly to Shireen, "It's very rude for you to do this, miss." ”

"Ahh Yes, I'm sorry ......"

Shireen hurriedly apologized.

"No, I'm not offended, I just advise you not to stare at people like that."

The waiter finished talking to himself and left briskly.

"What did you do?" Philo was a little curious.

"I, I stared at him for a moment...... He looks like the little monster Tyrion from A Song of Frost and Fire - no, how did he find out? He's clearly with his back to me......"

Hearing this, Philo glanced at the counter.

The short waiter stood calmly on a barstool, as if beckoning to something in the kitchen.

He had pitifully short limbs, only one ear, an ugly scar on his face, and messy brown hair, and he really looked exactly like the little goblin in the story......

Philo even thought that the waiter might have read the story, so he made it look like this to attract attention?

This is too outrageous, isn't it, the influence of "Bignius" is so exaggerated?

"Don't look at it, brother, it's rude."

"Hmm...... All right. ”

While the two of them were waiting for the meal, a bard came in, and the quiet tavern burst into cheers, as if the people were welcoming a king.

"Hey, Eric, why are you so late today?"

"yes, usually it's not dark yet. Did you sleep on a woman's belly for a little longer? ”

The poet named Eric patted the lute and the body made a dull sound that drowned out the noise. Then he laughed and scolded: "You bastards, except for women in life, wine is wine, I am different, I still have poetry and distance." ”

This sentence caused another burst of laughter.

Ignoring them, Eric went to the counter and sat down expertly on the barstool, as if it had been made for him.

The drinkers also restrained their voices and craned their necks one by one.

- They know what's coming.

Just before the poet plucked the first note, the short waiter whispered to him in an undetectable voice: "Here are two more of your readers, the third prince Philo and his sister Shireen Carter, and that curious baby stared at me for a long time. ”

"Well, I'm in love with Tyrion." Eric winked at him, "Maybe it will solve your single problem, dear Jerry, our character archetype?" ”

Jerry rolled his eyes.

"Before I blast you out with a broom, retract that sentence and apologize to me."

"Okay Jerry, no problem Jerry, I'm sorry Jerry."

"Humph......"