God says that fate is logical, capricious, and unpredictable.

If an old pedant of the Imperial Magic Association saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked to the point that his brain blood spike and cause an infarction, Reth Sibylla, the most secret scepter of the Empire, had never accepted an apprentice in her relatively long life, and Arthur Raonis, a broken little nobleman, would be the first.

The decline of a large family with a deep heritage is like a meteorite crashing into the sea, no matter how big the waves are at the time, all ripples will calm down with time assimilation. For the Tyranid Empire, the aristocracy accounted for a large proportion of the total population, and the declining aristocracy was also quite large.

Together, they send the shy little girl Anna to the street corner of the Deppshire School of Magic, which is the first time in Arthur's life that he has left Dusk Castle and entered the provincial capital, even though it was once the domain of the Leonis family. Standing at the corner of the street, not knowing what the woman said to her, the little girl bowed in awe and turned around and walked into the gate of the academy, for her, this not tall academy was already full of fantasy and reverence, let alone a woman who could make the academy bow down.

"Losing production skills, unable to distinguish grains, soft and delicate hands accustomed to holding wine glasses lightly and not holding hoes tightly, bodies moistened by soft beds cannot sleep on hard and cold floors, declining nobles always decline faster, and in the end most of them are inferior to commoners. Walking on the bustling street with the little master of the declining aristocracy, the tall woman looked ahead and said casually, "What is a nobleman?"

Of course, the early aristocracy was not so rich and noble, and until now there are still nobles who abide by the doctrine of purity and widowhood, but they are becoming more and more rare, because the excessive prosperity of material will sooner or later corrode the red heart into green flibrie. Now laziness, malice, selfishness, unkindness, murder, theft, etc., are no longer the prerogatives of the common people, and the aristocracy is just dressing up all this in the cloak of power, and invisibly killing everything.

"Do you know the 'Dolaius Theory'?" The tall woman walked to the corner of the street with little Arthur, looked at the civilians who were busy shuttling through the market, and said casually without waiting for the child behind her to answer: "Doleius has been talking nonsense for Tyren all his life, but the following passage is the only truth he has ever said, a truth that can debunk the financial lies of all countries in the Sean continent. "The continent of Sean is the name of a vast continent that stretches from Kapila to the north, to Tyren to the south, to the Clolens Forest to the west, and to the ice fields to the east.

"The accumulation of wealth determines the right to speak in the distribution of resources, and this right will form different classes after reaching the limit in a certain period, and the voice of the inheritors of wealth shrinks and depreciates quickly or slowly according to the passage of time, but what is constant is that the inheritors of each class are desperately weaving the lie of wealth belonging to that class, and the inheritors spend their lives to pass on this lie to their successors, repeating all this from generation to generation, all for one reason. The woman frowned slightly and sighed lightly: "Maintain the stability of every class." ”

"So civilians will never have the right to turn over?" the child looked at the barbecue in the window of the restaurant at the corner of the street, and casually coped with it, without hiding the longing in his eyes.

The woman's slightly emaciated chin finally turned down slightly, and more than half a century of life experience made her not too sure to see through this strange child, a rare double life, one plain, and the other was boiling under the main order to fight and break free. Grow or die.

"No one dares to speak like that, Arthur. The woman looked down at him condescendingly, her eyes were full of vicissitudes, and her tone was slightly solemn, "If people want to live, they can only say it to themselves, and you must always remember it." ”

Little Arthur nodded yes, and pulled the female teacher's cloak with his little hand, "Madam, I'm hungry." ”

"Remember to call me teacher in the future. ”

The woman glanced at him and took the lead in walking towards the restaurant, little Arthur hurriedly shook off his two little short legs and followed her closely, and secretly slandered himself in a trot that his seven-year-old height was not as long as a leg, this woman was almost like a supermodel in Victoria's Secret, with perfect and slender legs, and the skin exposed in the swaying skirt was also very fair, all of which were beautiful, except for a pair of black stockings.

Chose a window seat to sit down, the waiter looked at the imposing woman with the child, couldn't help but look twice, the speed of ordering and serving the food was not slow. The woman looked at the plate of barbecue in front of her, a thick soup, and two slices of toast, just tasting it, and the Arthurian on the opposite side ate at an astonishing speed, without the slightest aristocratic chewing and slow pie, gobbling up her own food, staring at a pair of innocent eyes at the food that the teacher had basically not touched.

"God said, Be temperate. The woman sat quietly, setting up her knife and fork.

"God said, "Do not waste." The child held his knife and fork in a childlike voice.

Silence, the child's gaze almost blankly fixed on the food.

"Little Arthur. ”

"Teacher?"

"It's yours. ”

"Oh, praise be to thee, great lady Reis, thy beauty is as deep and bright as a lake, and thy knowledge as plain as the plain......"

"Shut up. ”

"Oh. ”

Arthur jumped out of his seat and ran over, happily tiptoed and swallowed the thick soup that the teacher had drunk, put the toast on the barbecue, and then called to the boss: "Boss, pack." ”

......

In the evening, the silver-haired old man in the pawn shop carefully wiped down the contents of the counter to make sure that every pawn item was shiny so that it could be sold at a better price.

"Hey, old man. The pot-bellied tax collector burped and led two equally drunken retinues into the shop, "Pay the month's tax." ”

"My lord, fifty copper plates. Lawrence obediently pulled out a money bag from the counter and handed it out. The tax collector tossed his money bag and sat down in the chair in front of the counter, his fat butt squeaking on the chair.

"I said. The tax collector burped loudly, and the heavy smell of wine quickly filled the shop, "Lord Piri has taken a fancy to this filthy little shop, ten gold coins, quite a few." As he spoke, he looked around the shop with drunken eyes, and then a blonde boy walked into the shop with something in his arms, and he glared at him viciously, and then turned around and walked out after a little hesitation.

The silver-haired old man watched this scene quietly, his tone was as steady as ever, and said, "I'm just a subordinate, and I don't have the right to sell this shop, my lord." ”

"Hush. The tax collector twisted his body and sniffed sharply, and a disgusting snoring sound came from the red garlic nose, "Now that deserted castle is you in charge, who doesn't know in the whole of Deppshire?

The silver-haired old man's slightly bent back instantly straightened, his cheeks twitched slightly, and his thin hands were clenched so tightly that his fingernails were about to tear at their palms. He tried to suppress the anger in his heart, and a little tax collector, a little man who three years ago was not even qualified to touch the steps of the castle, was now emboldened to tell the truth—the sinners.

Yes, treasonous sinners.

There was a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes, his thin body was like a sponge that was squeezed out of the water in an instant, and he was a little tired and half-leaned against the counter, this surviving shop was the only business that could sustain the castle's livelihood, if he couldn't keep this, would he have to rely on Rena to help people wash clothes and make money?

"This shop doesn't sell. A childish voice sounded outside the door, and a weak figure walked in under the astonished eyes of the tax collector and his attendants.

"Young Master?!" exclaimed from behind the counter.

The black-haired tax collector scratched at his oily hair, cocked his mud-stained boots arrogantly, turned the corners of his mouth down resentfully, and said in a strange tone, "Deppshire is no longer your Leonis domain, boy. When he said the last two words, he couldn't help but accentuate his tone.

Arthur walked to the counter, carrying a small package in his hand, and said, "But we are still citizens of the empire, and this shop is not sold as private property of citizens." The tone was as surprisingly calm as that of the silver-haired old man, but something was revealed in the slightly trembling little hand holding the package. After all, he's just a kid.

According to the laws of the Empire, the private property of citizens cannot be changed except by the succession of the right to the throne.

Perhaps it was the spread of alcohol, or perhaps it was the innate calmness of the aristocracy, which made the tax collector's face quickly flush and then become distorted, and the fat tax collector was like a little girl stepping on a mouse, he stood up and jumped to his feet, pointed at the seven-year-old child in front of him, and screamed: "Sinners, sinners, abominable sinners, damned sinners!" As he screamed, he forgot the chair that was still stuck in his ass, and shook pitifully with the beating of his body.

Watching the clown-like antics perform, Lawrence hurried out of the counter and stood in front of Arthur without hesitation with his thin and aged frame.

The tax collector's head was a little dizzy when he finished his hoarse performance, especially when he saw that the owner of the shop and the citizens who had come from outside the door were looking at him with a kind of pity with a frown, as if he could not fully appreciate his hard performance, which made his head even more dizzy.

"Perhaps you can tell Mistress Piri that I have at home the posthumous work of a famous painter of the Empire, and ten gold coins of Gaode were sold to him, which is not much. ”

The panting tax collector furrowed his eyebrows and was about to continue the performance, when an attendant seemed to think of something, and hurriedly came up to him and whispered a few words in his ear, and the tax collector's huge head came to his senses, surprised, angry, unwilling, and many emotions rolled in his heart, no, there was a trace of fear.

Even if a big tree has withered its branches and leaves, how can it easily let any reptile go wild with its huge body and many branches?

The murder of the painter was a semi-open secret in the Empire, but no one was digging into it, and even Raonis's political enemies felt that the ridicule from below was really damned, and if no one taught him a lesson, they would do it for them. Because this is the class concept of the Sean Continent, the nobles are the nobles, and the commoners are just commoners.

"Smack!", the hard performance consumed too much physical strength, and when the tax collector sat down, he forgot the chair stuck on his buttocks, and a crisp sound made the chair sit to pieces, and the crowd of onlookers burst into laughter. He glanced at the child standing in front of him with shame and fear, who knows if there would still be a side family of Leonis guarding after all these years?

"Master Arthur, why did you come here?" the farce ended, and the crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed, and Lawrence looked at the weak little master with concern.

"I'll talk about it later, come on, here's for you. Arthur triumphantly handed him a greasy package. Taking advantage of Lawrence's doubtful acceptance of the package, Arthur wandered around the shop with curiosity, which belonged to the family's property, he had only known the exact location of the store before, but had never been there, and now he was the owner of the place, and today was his first visit.