Stella Thomas's lecture record (1):

Mrs. Donavan commissioned me to give a lecture to the children about the ancient forces and families. In fact, the older children have already learned this part and keep it in their minds. But it just so happened that Sunderland and Elena also needed to learn this part of the story—after all, they were descendants of the nobles of the nobles of Zamir. So, I decided to adjust the content so that Joshua and Lena could understand it.

From today onwards, we will learn about the ancient forces in the world of Elsa. Knowing their culture and background was very necessary for the aristocracy. Anthony, Givill, Anastasia, and Agillill have completed the entirety of this section.

Of course, how much Geville and Anastasia could remember was another matter, and it was clear that they were not very interested in these things. Actually, I'm not as good at explaining as Mr. Donavan – Mr. Donawan's lectures are humorous and everyone loves to listen, but I'll make everything clear.

Joshua and Sunderland were whispering, well, I don't think I saw it. Oh, well, Lena has already taught these two mischievous little ones a lesson with a quill.

("Hey, Sunderland, Ms. Stella is so boring!") "That's right, Joshua, it's your dad who tells funny stories, and Ms. Stella is so serious and old-fashioned that it makes you want to doze off." "Hey! You two guys! Ms. Stella's whispering during the explanation is not allowed! Do you want to be taught a lesson by Uncle Slava? Look at Elena! This passage was quiet, and Ms. Stella did not hear it, she was indulging in her own explanation. ）

In fact, the textbook we use is Andy Bathilda's book "Guozhong". In this lesson, let's briefly introduce the interest group - the Orzhov Chamber of Commerce.

The Orzhov Chamber of Commerce was founded on the belief that wealth is power, that structure breeds wealth, and that the Chamber of Commerce creates structure. The Chamber of Commerce operates like a combination of religions, credit institutions, and gangsters. A lavish class of accountants, enforcers, and parliamentarians rules over a crowd of guilt-bound loyalists and indebted souls. Many members of the Orzhov Guild were convinced that their rule was necessary to make Elsa perfect, and they would do whatever it took to gain power. Most of the empire's rulers saw Orzhov as a corrupt institution, but many were lured by their promises of wealth, prestige, and longevity.

"So, Orzhov is a cancer that must be eradicated to the local lords?" That's Sunderland's question.

You can say yes or no, Sunderland. Some lords, such as the griffon lords and whale lords, did think so and did so - they forbade Orzhov's power to spread in their realms. However, this is because they have other financial systems within their realms.

"I know that the griffin has golden ears of wheat and the giant whale has the iron lotus." This is Joshua's scream.

Yes, the Golden Ears and Iron Lotus families are both known for their business, but I would like to remind you that the Golden Ears of Wheat mainly sell grain, while the Iron Lotus is an armament dealer - they sell high-quality swords, bows, crossbows, armor, and you can even buy a stone-throwing machine.

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"All right, Mr. Picksy, Miss Josephine. I wonder if you two have anything to say? Michael asked.

Picxi was silent, and Josephine said dismissively, "What is this, you don't get anything, do you?" It seems that you are not a mind controller - you are not very clever at telephony. ”

Michael smiled, he touched his chin first, and then said, "Indeed, Miss Josephine, it seems that your magical attainments are not low. I'm really not a mind controller, so that's all I can see. ”

"So, you lost! Kill us and let this be over. Josephine screamed.

"Don't worry, Miss Josephine. I still have something to say to Mr. Pickey. Jailer, get Miss Josephine out first! Michael summoned three jailers, who quickly freed Josephine from the bench and struggled hard, but only received a slap in the face. The palm was very hard, and the crisp "pop" sound echoed in the small torture room. The left side of Josephine's face was swollen high, and there was a puddle of saliva on the placket.

"Mr. Picksy. You have been threatened. Michael waited until Josephine was taken away, and then said to Peake firmly.

Peake had been keeping his head down and silent since the moment. Hearing this, his originally squinted eyes suddenly opened, staring at Michael's face. The brilliance of the magic made Michael's face a little shadowy and unrealistic, but their eyes still met.

Michael stared into Pixie's pupils, and nearly a quarter of an hour passed, but Pixie avoided the intersecting gaze. The little light that had been revealed in his eyes also disappeared, and gradually turned into a decaying dead gray.

"Bring Miss Josephine in." Michael witnessed the change in Pixie's mindset and his silence, so he had to think of something else.

"Humph! Presumably Picxi didn't say anything, right? Zanmir lords. Josephine looked at the three of Michael defiantly and said in a harsh tone.

"Yes, Miss Josephine." Michael affirmed. "However, I want to say that although I am a kind gentleman, there is a limit to my patience."

"Oh? Decided you want to show your true nature? You filthy aristocrat. It's still the same sentence, if you want to kill, you can kill it. Josephine said in disgust.

"Don't worry, Miss Josephine, as a wizard, I think the best way to die a female spellcaster like Josephine is to die under magic, and of course, I would like to die like this, but obviously—not today." Michael quipped that he was light-hearted about the way he died. It was as casual as if he were talking about the weather, and there was no hint of heavy sadness.

Michael paused, then said, "I want to show you two a spell." This magic was also something I had only figured out in the first few years. Jailer, bring a live cooing chicken. ”

A jailer bowed, then went to fetch a cooing chicken. The cooing chicken was tied to his feet and placed on the table. However, it seemed to experience some kind of strange atmosphere, a unique intuition of animals fermenting in its heart. So it flapped its wings and tried to break free.

"Noise." Michael pointed his wand at the poor fellow, and it was restrained in the air, leaving only its eyes to move, but unable to make any movement.

"Ho•dovuto sopportare il freddo e il dolore che ho•provato" Michael's incantation as his wand erupted in a dead gray glow mixed with a deep blue flash. When the light passed, I saw that the cooster was frozen into an ice sculpture, but the strange thing was that its eyes were still rolling.

"Impossible! This is eternal silence! You're Michael Donawan! Josephine exclaimed.

"Congratulations, Miss Josephine, you are very correct. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Michael Donawan, Senior Advisor to Lord Zammir. ”