"I'm sorry, Mr. Clanceton, but President Seth, who is in charge of the noble ordination ceremony, hasn't been in Pita City lately, so you'll need to wait a little longer."

"How long will it take?"

"We can't say for sure when the president will return to Pita City......"

"Isn't there anyone else to replace him?"

"The laws of the kingdom stipulate that the succession of nobility can only be presided over by the president himself."

……

After more than ten days of such a reply, Charles at first wondered if the government department called the Durin Noble Welfare and Management Association was delaying his succession for some reason.

However, after careful inquiry, he found out that the president of Seth had really left Pita City - the Seventh Conference on the Advice and Repair of the Kingdom System, which was recently held by the Kingdom of Turin and was of a national nature, and basically all nobles and high-ranking officials of the city needed to attend.

Except, of course, for those like Charles who have not yet officially inherited the title.

The meeting was said to be mainly devoted to the question of opening up the private armed authority of the aristocratic class.

The whole city has been talking about it lately, and the plebeian class is clearly opposed, and the aristocratic circles, although they have not met, do not need to think about it to know what they think.

The butt decides the head, this is a phenomenon that is common everywhere, and it is unavoidable.

Naturally, the opponents do not want to amplify the power of the aristocracy, which already belongs to the privileged class, and the supporters also have a very important reason - this is not a peaceful world, and the private armed forces can better protect the security of themselves and their people.

The charr thinks that the protection here is mainly for himself, the people?

This is not the Middle Ages, and the nobility has no such thing as a territory.

"So what do you want the police to eat?"

Shaking his head, Charles felt that this had nothing to do with him, and he was not interested in studying the policy of Raushzi's kingdom, so it was better to study more of the key points of spell casting.

……

One moment he was in a small remote city that seemed like the beginning of the 19th century, and the next he was already in an ancient and feudal medieval world.

Looking around, the dark interior of the room was still exactly the same as when he left, and the fog of the ocean outside the window stained the glass windows embedded in the hull.

It's around 6 p.m., when people eat dinner and start their nightlife.

However, Charles didn't need to sleep or eat at all, and there was no way to have any entertainment on this ship, so naturally, he took out a stack of white paper and pen and ink that had been prepared in the world in front of the door, and began to practice spell secrets.

There is no convenient papermaking technology in this world, there are only parchment paper and rough toilet paper, and at the same time, the books here are all handwritten, basically the books are lonely, so the knowledge seems very narrow and particularly precious.

Similarly, paper made of sheepskin is expensive, so every time he practices, the Charles must bring paper from the world in front of the door.

It's very inconvenient......

Putting aside distractions, he continued to sketch on the paper, and special secret texts like oracle bones appeared one after another, and his writing was much more neat than at the beginning.

Charles is now practicing a spell called Touch of Fatigue, which requires the practice of this corresponding secret text like the Curse of Pain, but unlike the Curse of Pain, Touch of Fatigue does not need to be crafted or even aided by utensils, and it can be used normally after writing it and reciting a spell.

Through contact with the old man in the watch shop, Charles has learned that this strange symbol can basically be called a secret text, something that all spellcasters must come into contact with, and it is also a necessary condition for the activation of certain spells.

The old man didn't elaborate, but only informed the necessity of this thing - it seems that higher-level spells are inevitably the existence of this secret text

……

Time passes quietly,

Night was falling and getting darker, and the sea outside the ship was much quieter than day, and the waves crashed against the hull like hypnotic notes.

The quills kept getting ink, and the finished products on the table became more and more abundant, and the scraps were thrown around in balls of paper, making the room's otherwise neat appearance even more chaotic until the owner was exhausted.

With one last stroke, Charles let out a soft breath and continued to describe, he now felt as if his eyes were beginning to glow, and obviously, the feeling of dizziness was not good.

"Out for a walk?" Looking out of the window not far away, the silence of the night was eliminating, so he stepped out of what the sailors secretly called the "ghost cabin" and finally stepped onto the deck.

The night breeze was bitterly cold, but it was very refreshing, and leaning against the plank, it didn't take long for Charles's cloudy mind to clear up from practicing the symbols.

So he began to think about the future development.

The initial goal is to rely on "fighting monsters and leveling up" to quickly improve their combat skills. There is also the collection of souls to practice the three disguise spells, and the practice of the remaining four spells in the notebook.

There's no better place to do that than the battlefield, which doesn't seem to be very safe.

And he also has a drag oil bottle hanging on the back of his buttocks......

Although the oil bottle was very polite to him, even slightly deferential, and some of the words were very evocative, Charles was only wary of her.

Who knows what her specific purpose is? Maybe he was polite on the surface, but behind the scenes, he was thinking about how to kill him.

As for the so-called emissary of the Lord of Light?

A fool would believe her. And Charles doesn't think he's a fool......

Thinking about the question, a lively girl's voice suddenly came from behind, and it didn't take much to tell who the owner of the voice was.

"Your way of stabbing a villain, can you teach me well?"

"You're too stupid to learn." He said without looking back.

"I'm not stupid, I made all your villains."

"It's so ugly, are you embarrassed to say?"

"Didn't you say it doesn't matter if you're ugly or not?"

"Spicy eyes, why is it okay?"

"I think you're just stingy."

As the girl spoke, the ladyless Xue Xia Er lay down on the railing of the boat, and said thoughtfully: "Quiet as a shadow, as fast as a deer, when I have practiced the skills of the water dancer that Master Silio taught me, you will know how clever I am." When the time comes, I pull your hair behind your back, and you don't necessarily react. ”

"Just your sick look? I don't believe you can be so good. Charles feigned disdain.

"I'm not sick!" Arya said annoyedly, "That's all Sansa's fault, she has to let me eat oranges with her when I get on the boat, I've been allergic to oranges since I ate them!" ”

"Then why are you still eating?"

"I forgot ......"

……

Time passed quickly, and after a while, the coastline loomed in front of them, and a brightly lit harbor was also dimly visible, and as Arya shouted excitedly, Charles learned that this was where they ended.

The fiefdom of the Kowat family in the Valley, a place called Coldwater City on the northern coastline of the eastern border of the Seven Kingdoms.

After half a month of sailing, they are finally about to reach their destination.