For some people, there are reasons and excuses to get involved in things that are not related, and they are deliberate to create seemingly coincidental opportunities just to be able to naturally cover up their intentions. But for others, they always seem to be on the edge of a storm, and if they are not careful, they will be pulled into the storm, and it is impossible to escape without being turned around by a strong wind. Such a person may be born without a comfortable life, and will always be thrown to the top of the inevitable wave, and will either die or sublimate in the broken bones again and again.

Cheese doesn't like politics, to be precise, he hates politics. In his view, the so-called politics is like a whirlpool, as long as it is pulled into, it can only fall deeper and deeper, and the further down the whirlpool, the more intertwined the secrets hidden under the surface of the water become, and those who want to find a way out of it can only gradually lose the oxygen stored in their bodies in the never-ending choices and judgments, and finally drown unwillingly. Once the relationship between people has risen to a certain level, the knowledge in it is no simpler than the mystery of magic.

As a grey robe, Cheese had already decided to dedicate his life to endless mysteries, knowing that he would not have the energy to venture into another realm, one that was no less complex and ambiguous. This was evident from the fact that he had given up control of the rat people, and he had never thought about becoming the lord of whomever he wanted. Gradually, however, Cheese also discovers that as long as he is dealing with people of the same kind or out of the same kind who can speak, the reason he loves and respects will constantly challenge him to interpersonal relationships.

Perhaps there is no place in this world for thinkers to think for themselves, and whenever they are about to detach their spirits from the appearance of the flesh, the people around them always remind them of the so-called reality. This may be why the earliest grey robes would have built towers on barren wastelands outside of the entire civilized world, where the worldly distractions could be slightly less, great learning could be nurtured, and then only the silent snowflakes could listen to the greatness of learning.

"That's what happened to my brothers, Mr. Cheese, are you listening?" Nuisa stopped talking to the Sons of the Wolf Lord, partly because she had already introduced the brothers she knew to the members of the team, and partly because she realized that the mage's eyes were not really fixed on anything in reality, and he was distracted.

"Of course, of course I'm listening, you're talking about your fourteenth brother. Cheese's gaze returned to the face of the wolf lord's daughter, there was no panic on his face, if someone found that his mind wandered, it would be abnormal, then the experience he had accumulated in dealing with people in the past few years was really useless. However, the look and expression can deceive, but the content of the speech does not.

"No, I have finished all my thirty-five brothers. In other words, you haven't been listening since the middle?" Nuisa's brow furrowed slightly, and what he said was taken as a deaf ear, and no one was too happy. But she can't say anything else, Cheese is the leader of the team, and she must treat it with considerable respect.

The mage scratched his head, and in all fairness, he could understand Nuisa's mood right now, and he could barely remember the number of times the people around him had become drowsy while explaining something or plan at length. But being able to understand doesn't mean you can avoid it all, these are two things, "I'm sorry, I really can't focus on your family composition. You know, the average family member is going to be in the double digits, so, um, they're just a little too much for me. Do you say?"

The Earl, who was cast a pleading glance by Cheese, had no intention of helping the round, "You should try to see the genealogy of a Leo Lord family and its intermarriage with other neighboring families, believe me, although the people in the generation are not as exaggerated as the wolf master, there is a reason why the family tree is painted as a tree." By the way, I think you are right, and your evaluation of your brother is quite objective, especially your description of your twenty-seventh brother is quite impressive. ”

The mage now finally remembered that the Count of Montenegro was an elite knight who had undergone a complete aristocratic education, and although Lothar himself never mentioned this undesirable aristocratic era, he did complete all of his noble education under the compulsion of the previous king of the blue lion, and those desperate family genealogies and uncontrollable blood networks allowed the Count to practice the corresponding mechanism for dealing with similar situations. In Lothar's opinion, it was only necessary to deal with one father's thirty-five sons, and this amount of information did not take much of his time.

"Remember to remind me to remove genealogy from your daughter's curriculum, I don't know what kind of cruel person would make that a must-know. Cheese, who was holding his forehead in one hand, said in despair, believing that Hela would not escape the fate of memorizing those things just because he had canceled the course. But as the girl's intended teacher, Cheese felt it was necessary to exclude the subject from the syllabus for the sake of his own life.

Lothar shrugged, seeing that the mages who claimed to be interested in all the knowledge in the world had something of their own way to deal with. However, it is true that cheese cannot be relied upon to deal with this kind of matter, and basic information acquisition and analysis must be done by someone who has experience in dealing with such complex family affairs.

"So, which of your thirty-five brothers is from the same mother or has a better relationship with you? It may be a bit of a breach of your privacy, but if we want to prepare for the next assassination of this kind, it would be better to know who is the enemy and who is the friend. ”

Nuisa was silent for a few minutes, then gestured a number with her finger. After seeing this number, Lothar quickly compared it with the information provided by the other party on the thirty-five heirs, and screened out possible enemies and potential partners. It's not that he wants to help Nuisa and one of her brothers win this family feud, it's all habitual.

"Well, I don't want to disturb your conversation. But there are some that I still want to talk to you about. Batu, who had left the table to take care of the horses as Nuisa began to talk about her seventh brother, walked back to look at his companions, "Your father's body has just fallen off his horse. But I'm not sure why, so, what do we do?"