To the Victor in Bella's mouth:

Victor, if you think the name is more appropriate for you, then I will call you that.

This is what Bella told me, and Bella said that she had seen you in Eastern Wikia. To tell you the truth, I have stayed in that place for a while, and have sought the help of local scholars in the small East Lake City, but alas, no one has ever met a single aristocratic young man who speaks Swadia. The nobleman I'm talking about is you.

Bella told me that you seem to be very stubborn about calling yourself Vidor, and that you consider yourself a member of the Romanov family. I don't know what you've been through in the last few years, but I really want to ask you, you don't have to answer anyone, you just have to think about yourself: you really are Victor. Romanov? If you are very convinced, then my wife, the beautiful lady who stayed in my dwelling, will give you a lit candle and you may burn the letter. Actually, I think the possibility of this kind of thing is very small, because my wife is very familiar with a certain member of your family, and if my wife is not sure that you belong to that family, this letter will not reach you.

Maybe it's a conversation, maybe it's an accent, or even, just by looking at you, my wife, she's one of the smartest people I've ever met. If you are reading this letter, it means that you have received confirmation from her. Now that you've read this and still haven't decided to burn the letter, I'd like you to take a look at what's next.

I was prepared to be your teacher, out of respect for your grandfather and understanding of your father, I think. When you need help, I can provide you with the best education. I don't know what you've been through over the years, the last time I saw you, you were just an ordinary boy. He should have been a young man by now. In this day and age, when a boy is taller than a sword, he has to learn to hold a sword and be a man, so I hope you don't think of yourself as a child anymore, if Bella is right, your father has the appearance of a man. Inside you are like a baby, and you are the opposite. In the story, people like your father are desirable, but the world is too cruel for such people. Your father was young and brave, noble and great, so that in the end he died in an inconspicuous place, and most of those whom he helped did not appreciate him, let alone understand him.

I'm not judging your father, in fact, I respect him. I'm criticizing an unqualified lord. A young man who doesn't know the depths, a general who neglects his duties, a deadly savior, a dreamer who still doesn't want to wake up after dawn. But I have a lot of respect for your father himself. This is what worries me about you the most, and I got your message from just a few words. I know that you will be a fierce lord, a cunning and self-protective youth, a general who knows how to be responsible, a seemingly cruel but effective savior, a down-to-earth man who does not dream at night--- but I do not know if you will be able to gain respectable virtue. Your grandfather and your father both have a good name, and they deserve it, and both your grandfather and your father have a miserable home, which they deserve.

Everyone has their own destiny and every decision made before death. It's all about you coming to your own destination. The struggle of fate is nothing more than begging the gods to write the final chapter of your destiny for you. Finally, one day, when God finishes writing, people are either amazed or not surprised. But I can only accept this result. Now the question is, what kind of person are you going to be?

I've heard that you've been in the military, you've been a spy, you've kept horses, you've pretended to be an illegitimate child, and so on. You've been through more than your father had before he was twenty combined. The strongest seed thrives in a storm, for bad weather can sweep away everything that shades it. People who are too protected often no longer know how to protect themselves. Here, at least you know how to survive in such a messy place, which is quite difficult, but it is not worth boasting about: because no matter how bad the world is, there will be countless boys who grow up in obscurity under the baptism of blood and fire, but in this world, there is only one lord on the other side of the mountain. [ ] Lord on the other side of the mountain84

Bella said that an abbot of a monastery had an oak tree growing in his body, lush and evergreen; Bella said that the lord named Kalinin wore a crown on his head, but he drooled like a jackal and was greedy; Bella also said that he once saw your father with a white dove flying in his body with bloody wings. Bella is a strange girl, and if I had met her ten years ago, I would have had no doubt that she was crazy. But after going through so many things, I sometimes feel that the world is something we can't understand, and there will always be many things that we can only fear and accept. Before me, only your father's believed what Bella said, so Bella felt she needed to do something for your father. That's why she had to beg all the way from Rhodok to this side of the mountains. Even if you don't believe a word of what she says, that's okay, she's the best 'apothecary' I've ever met, better than many gray-haired old men, and she's ready to dedicate it all to you, and I think you should accept it.

Having said all that, you may also be tired of it. So let me tell you about your background.

Your grandfather was a squire, a Rhodok--- this is how it is now called--- he himself has always called himself a South Svadia. South Svadia is a large region of the Swadia Empire, consisting of two provinces, and your grandfather was a native of Djerkhara, if my guess is correct. When I was studying in Djerkhara, I heard the farmers there speak the same dialect as your grandfather. During the Svadian Civil War, your grandfather decided to fight for the Emperor, where he was made a knight and after the war a baron. Because he was a southerner, the Suno never called him Lord Baron, but only sarcastically addressed him. But I have examined your grandfather's lord, the Count of Upper Suno, and he has replied unequivocally to me, "Your grandfather was indeed a baron, but he was often difficult to contain when the nobles gathered, and that your grandmother's family was in decline. Can't bring more aristocratic friendship to your grandfather. I suspect that the reason why your grandfather was called a knight may also have come from your grandmother's family, your grandmother's father died in the South, and he was a knight. It shares the governance of the White Dove Valley with the monasteries of Upper Suno and the town of Wade. By the time your grandfather obtained the fief, the monastery was burned down, the town of Wade was annexed to Upper Suno, and the White Dove Valley was given to your grandfather in its entirety, so the title of Lord of the White Dove Valley was elevated from Sir to Baron. But the locals are used to being called knight, and your grandfather didn't stress the difference too much. So this is how it was settled.

When your grandfather was fighting in the South, the original owner of White Dove Valley, a man named Timmy, was killed in the mountains by the Southerners' army. This man is your grandmother's father, the knight of White Dove Valley. Your grandfather married your grandmother a few years after he came to the White Pigeon Valley, and I heard a farmer say that your grandfather was not going to marry your grandmother, but one of her sisters. The old men of White Dove Valley couldn't remember the details clearly, but they all knew that Old Sir had three daughters. The eldest two married out of town. Actually, this may be all your relatives in Swadia, I don't know if they will recognize you, after your grandfather died, your family took on the name of rebellion, and now I don't think anyone wants to be with you. At least. This is true in Siswadia, and in Frost Castle, your father's reputation is much better.

Your father grew up in the Valley of the White Pigeons, and he had a companion named Gil. Bianwen. Most of the Nords knew the man's name, but they didn't know where he came from. In fact, he was a student taught by your grandfather. When I was in the North Sea, I noticed that along the coast of the North Sea, new cities and trading posts appeared everywhere like mushrooms after rain. I was amazed and looked around, and when I found out the origin of their Gil Archon, I was not so surprised: the North Sea was just another valley of white pigeons, such a miracle. Your grandfather did it too. Everything that is impossible is not surprising just because of your grandfather, and this is the charm of your grandfather.

When your father grew up, he went to the South to study. There are several things that happen along the way that completely change your father. Your father has since become a martyr to the point of being completely incompetent for the duties of a lord. Your grandfather saw this clearly, so he made a decision that no one could trust. Power is a handleless blade for your father, and he is completely incapable of wielding such a sharp weapon. If he had been a scholar, he would have lived a peaceful life. But he took the sword, which eventually caused the destruction of the family. A dear friend of mine and I should blame ourselves for this: we often talk about a world in our dreams, and your father believed in us, and then rushed to realize such a world, and he did not waver until his death.

I'm just a shallow person in an ivory tower.

I used to tell farmers how to dig ditches, captains how to judge the weather, engineers how to estimate distances. I used to think I could do anything in some places, and I believe that the world in my mind is easy to achieve. But then, after I had done my own farm work, spent some time at sea, and spent time on the various forgers' construction sites, I felt nothing more than shame. Looking at the world from the sky and looking at the world from the ground will never be the same. When you haven't walked a mountain trail, you don't know how painful the climb is. The heavy plough has been invented for more than 100 years, and now, without leaving the periphery of the city, such a tool is not well known, and the benefits it brings are not enjoyed. In the past, I would speak up for things like this so that someone would hear me, and then others would naturally grasp my teachings and become a person I thought was okay. You see, most scholars have had the same problems as me, some have already felt ashamed of themselves, and some have still been obsessed. To your father, I can say that I am responsible for a friend whom I respect.

Your father met your mother in the South. Your mother is a farmer's daughter, and you have no one to run to in the south, and you don't have any relatives. So, I think you should go to the north of Svadia.

Now, I'm going to infuse you with a feeling you may never have experienced: hatred.

Your grandfather is dead, and the murderer is Emperor Haraus of Svadia.

Your father is dead, and the murderer is General Wright, the royal prince of Svadia.

Your mother is dead, and the murderer is a Swadia officer.

Your family's Oriental 'apothecary' is dead, and the murderer is a Swadia cavalry officer.

My dear friend, your father's teacher, is dead, and the murderer is a Svadian nobleman. [ ] Lord on the other side of the mountain84

Svadia.

Yes, if you should have a hate, this country is where you should hate. You're not a kid anymore, and I don't think there's any need to hide it. Besides, if you're a man, you won't be afraid to know about it; If you are a coward, you should know about it, so that you can hide from the enemy as soon as possible.

I'm terrified, afraid that hatred will turn you into a vulture. I know that the world today is a feast for vultures and hyenas, but I still believe that in the future world, the sky will be full of white doves.

I'm not going to dictate how you think about your family and your fate. I've made too many misjudgments, and I'm afraid of being fooled by fate again, so I'll leave the decision up to you. After you have made your decision, I will give you all I have, and I will serve you until the day when I will find it difficult to walk. You don't need to be surprised in the slightest, this is what I owe to your family, and I owe it to myself.

Your grandfather and your father each left me one thing, a barrel and a red coat.

One is the wisdom of your grandfather, the other is the mercy of your father: you can make the most of both.

When you see fit, you can come to the Sim Monastery in the desert to find me, and I am here to visit a Gil. The deceased of Bi Anwen.

Finally, let me introduce myself to you. I'm Swadiaan, but my ancestors were immigrants from Burke, which is why my name is so strange. The name was insignificant, and the Swadians called me a goblin, which was a swadia pronunciation when they pronounced Burke's name. Since I have pointed out to you your original name, let me face you by the original name of my people, and you may call me Copernicus. Whether it's a Copernicus teacher, a Copernicus slam or a Copernicus liar, it's up to you, I don't have any requirements for that.

Now, please tell me about your decision. I'll be in the temple for a long time, and if you don't show up, I'll probably go somewhere else, but I'll leave you with guidance.

Forgot to mention that your name is Timmy.

Best regards,

Copernicus, a Berkish Swadian

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When I put down the letter, my wounded eye was bleeding, and tears were coming out of my other eye. Many fragments appeared in my mind, and although I could not be clear and coherent, I saw my relatives in this letter, and I knew that they were my relatives.

I still have a home.