Chapter 38: Hello, Child

Tadun District, Botang District! These are two completely different and even diametrically opposed areas of Alder Castle. The former belonged to the soil of the commoners, while the latter was the prosperous world of the aristocracy. In the old aristocratic era, it was already a frequent time for nobles to pass through the Tadun District five or six times a year, and they even felt that their noble aristocratic status had been tainted with the poverty of the commoners.

Although the current Noxian Federation is not as good as the tower shield in the old aristocratic era, there is a clear geographical division in the Botang District, and even many rich people have moved into the Botang District to become neighbors of the nobles, but the overall situation has not changed much. The Tadun District still symbolizes sloppiness, tatters, and vulgarity, while the Botang District symbolizes prosperity, wealth, and dignity.

Everyone who lives in Tadun District has the idea of wearing a beautiful outfit to go shopping in the bustling city of Botang for a day when they are young, and even buy some "precious" knick-knacks. It's like a toad looking up at a beautiful swan.

As for the rich or even the nobles of the Botang District, the idea of walking around the Tatun District is very rare. In fact, very few aristocrats were willing to take the initiative to wander around Taton. No, today a young nobleman in bright and gorgeous clothes walked into Tatton from Stiroland Square, which symbolizes the boundary between Tatton and Burtang, attracting the secret attention of many people.

This young man, whose appearance and temperament are in line with the perfectionist aristocracy in the hearts of most commoners, calmly holds a map, stops and stops, looks at the map, and finally walks to a small house.

Ignoring the commoners who were secretly peeping at him, the young nobleman stood with his hands in his hands and looked at the small but affectionate room, and sighed: "The reaper of life, whom Demacia hated the most, chose to live in such a humble environment? Saudi, is it worth it? ”

"He's a hero in my heart, and Aunt Carlos's hero is enough." A voice that was not heavy slowly sounded in the ears of the young nobleman. Looking up, a grim-faced young man led a middle-aged woman who was twice the size of the young man and looked like a small hill towards him.

The middle-aged woman looked at him with a look of cringe. It seems to be afraid of the nobility that exudes from him! The young nobleman, who did not look cruel or unruly, and even a little handsome like a bard, smiled kindly at the middle-aged woman who was still holding a cauldron in his hand, but this friendly initiative only increased the tension of the middle-aged woman, and the young nobleman showed a rather helpless smile on his face.

The young man's eagle-like eyes stared at the young nobleman, giving him the illusion that he had not been examined for a long time. In an instant, the young man's face showed a humble smile that was common to commoners when facing nobles, and the sharpness of that moment was annihilated.

"Augustus, the adopted son of Saud, has met the noble noble gentleman." After saying that, Augustus did not forget to make a bend salute.

"Augustus, Saud once mentioned you in a letter! Hello. My name is Fransted, my son, and your father's comrade-in-arms, and perhaps your father did not mention me. The young nobleman smiled a friendly smile on his face and said with a gesture of self-deprecation, but with a self-deprecation that anyone could hear.

Augustus smiled, he introduced Aunt Carlos, who was already a little nervous at his side, and then led Fransted, who had been standing in front of the door for some time, the nobleman who claimed to be his adoptive father's comrade-in-arms, into the humble room. But there are rooms full of warmth that makes Augustus feel warm.

Fransted, it is true that Saudi Arabia did not mention this name. But for his adoptive father Saudi Arabia, Augustus has his own understanding. At least Augustus in no way considered the Saudis to be a pure hunter.

It is absolutely impossible for a hunter who has only lived in Alder City all his life and has never seen the world to maintain a posture that is neither humble nor arrogant in the face of a nobleman who is high and arrogant. An ordinary hunter would never spend a month's living expenses to buy a copy of the Holy See's immortal book "The Teachings" that has no living value. A hunter will definitely not attract the attention of the lord of the city, Urgat.

Augustus never asked about the origin of Saudi Arabia, and Saudi Arabia never asked about Augustus's precociousness, and a natural tacit understanding was formed between father and son. Until Saudi Arabia died in battle, Augustus did not know anything outside of Alder City by the man who had raised him for six years of taciturnity.

Although he would love to know.

before entering the room. The young nobleman stared at the old ox horn bow hanging on the wall, and looked at it in silence for a long time, and then the young nobleman said slowly: "What a nostalgic time. I'm glad you still have this 'reaper' that symbolizes the glory of the Lord, old friend! ”

Augustus looked at the brow in front of him, his eyes were full of memories, and on his chest hung two young nobles who he did not understand but knew the symbol of the noble medal, and whispered: "It is impossible for a hunter to leave the bow and arrow that is related to his life, just as a warrior is unwilling to give up his armor and weapons in his hand!" Dear Mr. Nobleman, may I ask you something about my father's past? ”

Looking at Augustus, who looked very respectful in front of him, Fransted raised his hand and touched the beard that was not too dense on his chin, and showed a kind smile on his face, looking at Augustus like looking at a favorite junior, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Augustus, since your father is unwilling to tell you about his past, then I can't go against your father's wishes." All I can tell you is that your father is a hero of Noxus! ”

"Heroes? Forgive me, Mr. Fransted, for my rudeness. In Augustus's eyes, a dead hero is far less important than a loved one who can be by his side! Augustus said lightly.

Franste sighed and continued to stare at the horned bow stained with memories. Obviously, this aristocratic gentleman who did not have any surprise on his face had already carefully inquired about the specific things about Saudi Arabia on the way here, and already knew the news that his former friend had died.

For a moment, the room was as silent as water.

Finally, Franste sighed, pointed to the horned bow, looked at Augustus, and said, "Child, may I take that bow?" ”

Augustus nodded, and by the way, he drew a rusty arrow from the side of the oxhorn bow and handed it to Fransted.

Holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, Franste smiled bitterly and said to Augustus, "I don't have the strength and precision of your father. I can only pull this 'reaper' three-quarters apart, and as for the head, not to mention! ”

Augustus had already pushed open the window, pointed to the leafy tree in front of the window, turned back to Fransted and insisted: "I hope that the gentleman can shoot an arrow, even if it is for my father!" After saying that, Augustus looked back at the leafy sycamore orchid tree again, and said softly, "That's the only thing my father left besides this bow." ”

Fransde silently raised the bow in his hand, picked up the arrow in one hand, and slowly pulled the bowstring apart. "The third branch in the target's left hand, kid, I hope it won't disappoint you!" "The bow, as Fransd said, was not full, only three-quarters.

Sou!

The arrows rang out.

Bang, plunged headlong into the trunk of the sycamore orchid.

Fransid smiled, hung the bow in its original place, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a fool, it seems that your father said that my hands are only suitable for cutting people with knives." Not suitable for killing with arrows! ”

Augustus looked at the arrow that pierced into the body of the tree, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he turned back to Fransted and said, "Maybe Sir is not fit to be a marksman, but he is a great archer!" ”

Eyesight. Augustus, who was an observant of the Sycamore Orchid tree, which had been planted by Saudi Arabia when he was only two years old, was already familiar with the Sycamore Orchid tree, and after his death, Augustus sat under the Sycamore Orchid Tree almost every day and knew it very well.

That arrow didn't miss. Instead, it hit a small branch in front of the trunk, and the branch was shot straight away, and the arrow finally pierced into the trunk.

This moment. Augustus's eyes softened a lot as he looked at Fransted.

A person who is so careful about the trees planted by his old friend, no matter how hateful, should not overthink the relatives of his old friend.

"Maybe he's got to the bottom of my intentions, but even so, so what? Bugs, which have always been small, will never be able to compete with the predator mantis without any external strength. Augustus sighed secretly, although it was a little bitter and melancholy, but this is the rule that the weak in Noxus must follow in the face of the strong, and it is also the need for this everywhere.

Augustus took a deep breath, bowed his head respectfully in the same way that an ordinary junior in Noxus saw an elder, and asked softly, "Mr. Fransted, can you tell me the purpose of your visit?" ”

Fransd chuckled softly, glanced at the sword on Augustus' shoulder, which did not look like a commoner like Augustus, and was silent for a moment, then sighed: "You are different from your father, but you are better suited to survive in the army of Noxus than your father!" Kid, if you didn't make it to the War College, let me take you to the army of the dead. Maybe you'll die an unexplained death, or maybe you'll get a greater feats than being a knight in the War College. Would you like to, child? ”

Augustus was stunned for a moment, looking up at the young nobleman in his thirties in front of him in a bit of a daze. This is obviously an olive branch thrown at him? Why? Was it just because he was the adopted son of his old friend?

Franste smiled softly, as if to see Augustus's doubts, and explained: "I am not the nobleman you imagined, I am just a commoner who once received the Order of Nobility like your father!" You are the son of Saud, and I owe Saudi a medal of Iron Oak, and I wish I could return it to his son! Would you like to, child? ”

Under the calm countenance, thoughts flew up, and finally Augustus nodded and said, "I do!" ”

With a very pleasant smile on his face, Fransde looked at Augustus and said, "Very good, I will stay in the city until the end of the recruit conference, and I will help you solve some troubles by the way." ”

With that, Fransted immediately left.

Leaning his hands in front of the window, looking at the blooming sycamore orchid tree in the courtyard, Augustus had a very familiar but somewhat vague face in his mind, and muttered to himself: "Saudi, what kind of person are you!" ”

The Order of the Iron Oak, the highest rank awarded by Noxus to commoners, is the door to nobility that has been opened, and it is a matter of time. (To be continued.) )