For more than ten days, Charles practiced the spell of returning blood for blood without leaving the house, and even did not even take a step out of the house except for eating and drinking Lazar, and he was a full otaku.

"In the Internet era, I didn't have such a home, but I went to another world to squat at home." He secretly laughed at himself, but he was not prepared to change his life and rest.

It's hard to tell if this is because I want to learn this spell sooner, or because I don't have much security in my heart because of the influence of the unfamiliar world.

It stands to reason that he should have more contact with the caster group in this situation, but the previous two contacts have taught him that beginners who have not yet officially started are better off trying to improve themselves, rather than going out and making friends with long sleeves and good dancing - will the strong make friends with the weak?

Of course, he could have ignored this unspoken rule if he had the resources, but he didn't have it yet.

The world of A Song of Ice and Fire is still largely a mortal battle rather than true sword and magic, and Charles feels that nothing more than human resources can be an appetizer.

The keel is valuable, but not much, and it won't be available for the time being. Long Jing's words, when he arrived at the northern military camp, he had already asked the red-robed woman to write a letter to Longshi Island to excavate, that lady's status on Dragonstone Island is not low, and there seem to be some henchmen - this relationship, no need to use it in vain, it will not let her follow him in vain, right?

Unfortunately, the world of A Song of Ice and Fire is inaccessible, and if you want to get the Dragon Crystal, it seems that you can only wait for the Duke of Dragonstone, Stannis, to send an envoy to discuss the war with Ed.

……

Practicing day and night, Charles forgot to sleep and eat, and even completely entered a state of self-forgetfulness, throwing away the discarded "blank" paper in the bedroom one after another, and one by one he sent it into the fireplace to burn into ashes.

The prompts in front of me drifted from morning to night, and the whole person seemed to go crazy, and when I slept and dreamed at night, I would even dream that the prompt message of the Eye of True Knowledge floated by...... So much so that when he woke up in the morning, he was often confused, was it a dream, or did he really practice?

However, just when he felt that it should be almost over, Charles suddenly received a notice that Sir Seth, the president of the Noble Welfare Management Association, had returned to Pita City!

……

"The Barony is entitled to a financial subsidy of 50 gold pounds per year from the royal family, a tradition that has lasted for nearly a hundred years, but Your Excellency is unlucky, and this meeting has changed this point."

As he said slowly, the chubby, well-dressed middle-aged nobleman in front of him raised his cup and took a sip of coffee, and then said unhurriedly in his long-practiced Durin "royal" accent: "Prince Brown's proposal to convert the original one-time monetary subsidy into a monthly payment is naturally due to the profligacy of many unscrupulous bastards; Of course, I'm sure you're not that kind of person, but we can't say no to it......"

"So, what about rituals?"

Sitting in the reception hall, Charles asked, puzzled.

Inheritance Ceremony Inheritance Ceremony, literally since there are two words for ceremony, the scene should not be small - but now he seems to have run to a government department to do business, and only this fat gentleman is responsible for receiving him.

He wasn't interested in rituals or anything, he was just confused.

"Ritual?" Hearing him mention this, President Seth grinned, "If you have a lot of friends in Pita City, you can have a celebratory dinner tonight, but only if you pay out of your own pocket, the association will not reimburse you." ”

"Or you can send out invitations to the knights in the city, if you want to make more friends."

"So I'm done now?" Looking down at the "contract" he had signed, and then at the token of the Territorial Order that he had pressed on the contract and "finally obtained", Charles was at a loss.

"The era is different, and everyone doesn't do that." The fat chairman sighed: "Without territorial taxes, we are not as rich as our ancestors in ancient times, and to hold an inheritance ceremony, you always have to feast all the adults in the city, right?"

"Your Excellency, don't blame me for being too talkative, those people's butts are very expensive, if you want to satisfy their appetite, the scale of the banquet held cannot be small, otherwise it will be criticized, why do you say this thankless thing is still doing it? Who is not a fool......"

"So normally, we say ......" he elongated his tone.

"Do what you can?"

"That's right."

Taking a sip of his coffee, President Seth put the topic aside and said, "Regarding your possessions in Canyon Town, I'll make a list for you to deliver to your doorstep later, because it's a bit sudden, so I'm really not ready yet, I'm really sorry." ”

"By the way, in addition to the welfare subsidies that the royal family will provide us with every month, they also ask the municipal governments of various cities in Turin to relax the admission conditions for the aristocratic class, that is, if you need it, we will give you priority to provide you with municipal job opportunities, but please don't get me wrong, I will say this when I receive all gentlemen, because the rules are like this, of course, the salary provided by the municipal government is actually not bad, if you need it......"

"Not yet, thank you." Charles replied.

Jokes, who finally crossed a game and would come to work?

That's too lou, isn't it?

It is impossible to work part-time, and he is not short of money.

Well, not lacking for the time being.

Seeing that there was nothing else to advise, Charles got up with the inheritance certificate that belonged to him and was about to leave, but at this time, the fat chairman suddenly stopped him.

A chubby hand stretched out at him, smiling.

"Hello, Sir Cranston, I am Peter. Seth, Baron of Watchtower. ”

……

"The mentality of the privileged class being superior to others is not without reason."

Sitting in the carriage on the way back, looking at the five gold glittering human head coins in his hand, Charles secretly sighed.

If calculated according to the living habits of ordinary people, the financial subsidies that will be provided every month at present are more than enough to maintain their lives.

"Some people lie down to make money, and some people get up early and work hard to move bricks but can't even eat......"

Shaking his head, Charles was quite emotional, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

He is now sitting in the ranks of lying down to make money, enjoying the privilege of lying down to make money, but he has no right to despise anything.

What matters now is to hurry home and practice spells, and then go to the world behind the door to improve your strength.

In this turbulent world, strength is fundamental.

Privileged status?

Secretly thinking, the carriage drove to the direction of Privet Street, and finally got closer and closer to the door of the house.

However, when Charles arrived at his address, he had no choice but to walk out of the house again.

Someone came to inform me that the church had been sent on a mission.