Outside the castle,

The traces of the rebellion had been almost wiped out, but when I rode out of the castle, I could still see the scorched marks on the walls and the faint blood stains on the ground.

At this time, the sky had just brightened, and the newborn sun was obscured by the huge castle behind them, and in a shadow, Alan and the two hurried towards the road beyond the shadows in the distance.

"You're actually very famous in White City. ”

As if chatting, Jacob said this, and he said with interest: "Because of those board games, His Majesty the Emperor is very interested in you. You may not know that His Majesty likes to play with these things the most. ”

"I guess there are a lot of people who scold me. Alan responded humorously.

"That's right. Jacob tugged at his lips, as if mocking something: "The Emperor's Minister of Manners has criticized your inventions, saying that they are of no use other than to encourage the prevalence of gambling... Don't pay attention to his words, the old fellow has always been like this, and when he sees anything new, he thinks in a bad way, and his mind is rotten. ”

Alan didn't care about anything, he shrugged his shoulders instead: "I think what he said still has some truth, these things are really useless to the current situation of the stars." ”

"You're wrong. Jacob said with a smile: "If nothing else, at least those gentlemen in the capital have made us worry a lot less after having these entertainment toys, which is your contribution." ”

What kind of contribution is this?Secretly pouting, Alan asked casually, "You also play cards?"

"No, I don't play much, I just understand. Jacob said, "But I'm curious about your cards, and I want to know who is behind that deck? Not only me, but a lot of people want to know about it, which emperor is the one with the crown?"

This question was a bit unpopular, and Alan pondered the memories of his previous life before he replied, "It is indeed the emperor of a distant country. ”

"Far away?" Jacob looked at him with interest, "Tell me, I still know something about the countries of the world. ”

"It's called France. "There are so many kings in the playing cards, and Alan only remembers this one, so he took one to fool Jacob.

"France?" Jacob recalled, and finally shook his head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"It's just a small country, few people know about it. Alan replied reassuringly. It's secretly funny, of course I haven't heard of it, because it's not in this world at all.

"Is there anything special about this country?"

"Special place... Well," Alan replied with a deep groan, "does that count as a person who doesn't take a bath all year round?"

"This...."

"They also like to defecate in the open. "The peasants there don't use manure as a natural fertilizer, so their excrement is all over the streets of the city without anyone cleaning it up, and outside the city, their excrement is piled up to the height of the city walls, and they are afraid that the enemy will climb up to the walls and then invade the city, so they have been building higher walls." ”

Seeing Jacob's stunned eyes, Alan smiled: "But that was all in the past, now..."

"What's going on now?"

Alan opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped, under Jacob's puzzled gaze, he recalled the extremely vague memory, and finally hesitated: "I can't remember a little, it seems to be a lot, the capital seems to be called the romantic capital?"

"A romantic city surrounded by excrement?" Jacob looked at Alan with a look of incredulity.

“......”

The two kept talking along the road, the horses' footsteps unhurried, and someone on the road recognized Allen, occasionally interrupting their conversation.

After that gladiatorial fight, many people in Samuel were more familiar with Allen, not to mention anything else, at least his appearance was very recognizable.

However, despite some familiarity, no one came to the set except for a simple greeting, and the gap between the nobles and ordinary people made many people daunted.

The place where the scholar lived was a little far from the Pearl Castle, and Alan and the two rode for more than half an hour before arriving at his residence.

A small two-storey building on a hidden street, all white, like the surrounding houses, blends into a whole, nothing special.

"It's a separate house of Samuel's family, and it's usually used to entertain guests who prefer quiet. Jacob and Allen explained. Then he dismounted and stepped forward, but suddenly frowned.

"Where's the guard?" he asked himself as he looked at the empty sides of the door, but no one answered him, so Jacob knocked on the door.

The knock on the wooden door made of oak was very dull, but the sound was enough to reach the ears of the people in the room, so it didn't take long for the door to be opened, but the person who appeared in it was more than the two of them expected.

Jacob frowned at the sight of a woman with a delicate face and a bewitching appearance, dressed relatively revealingly, with a thick gaudy dress painted on her face, which did not look like a woman from a good family.

Alan was also a little puzzled by this.

"The university scholar still has a female dependent?"

Listening to him, the woman glanced at him, ignored the words in his mouth, but stayed on his face a few times, and then asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

"Percival Graves, we're looking for Mr. Graves. Jacob replied, looking at the woman with a look of suspicion.

"Who is Graves?" The bewitching woman's words, coupled with her dress, made Alan vaguely guess something, and couldn't help but be secretly amused.

Sure enough, when he heard the woman's words, Jacob's gentle face became a little stern: "What's the name of the person in charge of hiring you!"

"What does this have to do with you?" The woman was obviously not a good stubble, and in the face of Jacob's "ordinary" middle-aged uncle's questioning, she immediately responded with raised eyebrows: "If it's okay, please leave!"

Jacob narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to respond, and seeing this, Alan suddenly interjected next to him: "Hello lady, the matter is actually very simple, we are just here to find someone, and it is not good for you to refuse to answer, you don't expect to anger this guy." ”

His words were full of convincing magic, as if they contained sincere persuasion, coupled with his handsome appearance, the bewitching woman's face softened slightly, glanced at him, and snorted angrily: "My name is Newt, and he is still sleeping, if you look for him, I can call him up, but I don't know who Graves is;

"Newt?" Jacob snorted coldly: "That's right, I remember him! This kid wasn't very honest when he was in the capital, I didn't expect Graves to choose to bring him over, it's really old and confused!"

"Who is he?"

"Graves' youngest disciple, and the most wasteful. ”

As soon as he said this, there was a sudden indistinct shout from the second floor: "What? Newt is a waste? Which bastard dares to say that about me, aren't you afraid of Uncle Newt and me..."

He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, because he saw Jacob's appearance, and it was obvious that he knew Jacob, because after seeing it clearly, his face suddenly turned snow-white.

"Judge, you...."