Here's from Kulishnu's perspective:

Today was enjoyable and very fulfilling. After lunch, we went to the library. Erica looked at the book and, as expected, fell asleep not long after. So there were only two people left, me and Mr. Wright. Together, we talked about philosophy, politics, and fine arts. Mr. Wright is cheerful and articulate, knowledgeable and very humorous. It completely broke my view that the Norman people were old-fashioned and inflexible.

"We still have the adventurous spirit and desire to conquer brought about by the Nordic sea breeze. We're not, as some people say, dull machines that only know what they do. ”

That's what Mr. Wright said to me.

Still, despite this, I'm a little lost. Or rather, since Mr. Wright came here, I began to get confused.

I'm proud of my family. My family came to France from the Middle Ages, where they became one of the few nobles in France. We've always flaunted our Viking roots, loved the sea, and loved Viking-style adventures - but, after all, at the end of the day, we're French now. When facing Mr. Wright, I always had a subtle feeling that made me feel like I couldn't lift my head in front of him.

It turns out that we never really understood what the Normans were like. Or rather, it turns out that we have long forgotten the qualities of a true Norman. What we claim to be is a little bit of the skin of our ancestors, and a mixture of French feelings. This realization made me ashamed, but I was also more eager to understand the life of the Normans, my former ancestors.

Maybe it's the good fortune that Mr. Wright has brought me. Today, in the library, I found a very useful book, the first volume of the history books about the Brummel family. It recounts the specific events of how the Brummel family arrived in France.

It's pretty good material for me. But this also aroused Mr. Wright's curiosity: "The history books of the Brummel family, the Brummel family itself did not store them?" ”

Questions like this make me even more embarrassed and difficult for me to answer. But when I was at a loss, Mr. Wright, who saw my distress, did not ask any further. Carefully, he probably already noticed it.

Yes, in those unbearable years known as the Great Reformation in France. The dignity of the nobility was thrown into the era of trampling in the sludge. Even kings could not escape their fate, and the Brummel family, as nobles, naturally suffered from it.

From that era to the present day, there have been the terror purges of the early years of the Great Reformation, the high-handed policies of Robespierre, the reckless militarism of Napoleon, the brief restoration of the Bourbons, and the second brief reign of the Napoleonic family...... The whole of France is like a kaleidoscope, constantly changing, constantly changing, constantly changing...... However, no matter how it changed, it was accompanied by the loss of power, status, and glory of the nobility.

Although in the end, the Brummel family managed to survive and gradually recovered, but the glory of the past is finally gone. We can't even preserve our proudest family history and history. We even need to go to a special library to get access to such materials, which is simply ......

"Don't think about it so much."

Just when I was feeling more and more sad about it, a gentle force suddenly came from my shoulder. When I looked up, I saw Mr. Leon's gentle smile: "Although it is normal to remember the glory of the past, after all, nobles value family inheritance. But compared to that, it is still more important than now. Be proud of your family, and make your family proud of you. That's a true nobleman, Kulishnu. ”

"Hmm...... I'm so sorry to let you see my bad side, it's really ......"

"We're friends, so it's totally okay."

Mr. Leon...... It's really gentle, both in appearance, ability and personality, it is very good, and it fully meets the requirements of the Brummel family to choose a son-in-law, if you can have such an excellent person as a husband...... No, no, what the hell was I thinking...... It's a shame.

Still, even so, I would have liked to look at Mr. Leon a little more. More looking at him......

Here's how Erica sees it:

When you're full, you're sleepy, and you don't want to do anything. And ah, these books are also very ...... WhewW......

By the time I woke up again, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Erica seems to be missing something? It looked as if Mr. Wright and Kulishnu were talking quietly and happily. Have you become a good friend? Erica also wants to be good friends with Mr. Wright.

So I took Mr. Wright to my church. As long as Mr. Wright knows how smart and capable Erica is, Mr. Wright will definitely like Erica. It must be so, yes.

"There, there, the flower beds over there are all for me to rest in, and the weeds and stuff are gone, aren't they?"

“…… Ahaha...... yes, yes. Mr. Wright's expression became strange.

"Also, the statue of the Virgin at the entrance of the church is cleaned by Erica every day."

"Oh...... That one...... I see. Then Mr. Wright's expression became even stranger.

"Yes, yes, it's all about this time – every day at this time, the church gives food to the poor. I'm going to cook in the cafeteria—"

With that said, I let go of Mr. Wright's hand and ran in the direction of the church cafeteria—and then crashed into a street lamp as a matter of course—ahh So I ran away as fast as I could. Why don't you make Mr. Wright something to eat by the way? In the afternoon, I wasn't very full at the restaurant......

The following is transferred back to Wright. Baldwin perspective.

Looking at the flower beds that were empty, not to mention weeds, and even the flowers were gone, and the statue of the Virgin Mary, which had been clearly relocated, and looked like it would fall from the pedestal if the wind blew. I had a clearer appreciation for Erica's destructive power. It's horrible, kid...... Is it really okay to ask her to come to Kaiguangwu?