Whether it is O'Brien, the master of refining, or Princess Haylysoya, who travels in a low-key manner, they are the real big names in the north.

Since he is a big man, he naturally has to be entertained well.

It's good to entertain, don't mention that you can get benefits, at least it won't make you extra trouble.

After seeing off Sir Mason, who had been utterly offended to death, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost time for dinner.

Rosen had already arranged it, and at this time a welcome dinner was held in the hall of the lord's private mansion.

The banquet tables in the hall are naturally made of stone, but the surface is decorated with a thick layer of coarse silk cloth, and the chairs are specially made of high-backed benches made of fine red sandalwood from the Silver Moon Castle.

Since Rosen is now the mayor, not the lord, the first seat at the table is empty.

According to the rules of the North, as the first deputy of the lord, he sat in the first seat on the right side of the long table.

On the left hand side is his wife Thrandis, and below is Gendelloni, and then Harrick, the most capable deputy mayor, and the last one is Rosen's chief disciple, George Bernard Shaw.

On the right is the host's seat, and on the left is the VIP seat.

The first naturally belonged to Princess Haylysoya, then Master O'Brien, and then the Master's most powerful assistant, the high-ranking mage, Lady Leia.

Now that the market in Crescent Town has been initially launched, there may not be many other good things on the market, but there is no shortage of locally produced mountain delicacies.

The staple food is naturally fluffy fine wheat bread, and there are five dishes, all of which are local mountain delicacies in Crescent Town.

There are fresh star-striped venison just hunted in the morning, silver saury soup from Yuexi, black matsutake stewed broth collected in the early morning when the dew is still dry, and herbal roasted egret eggs, and finally fresh green reed silk.

Wine, naturally, is the most famous high-grade moonshine wine in Silver Moon Castle, produced in the year of Yaoyue, 50 crowns a bottle, pour it in the cup and shake it, and the moonlight will be sprinkled all over the table.

Hayley Soya tasted the silver saury soup and praised, "The fish is tender and has a hint of toughness, the soup is rich and delicious, and the chef's skills are really good."

Gendeloni already knew the identity of Hayley Soya, and said with a smile, "This is all trained by Rosen himself."

O'Brien also felt that the food was delicious, and he could clearly feel the heart of the host, so he felt respected and in a good mood.

He laughed, "Oh, Master Rosen is still good at cooking?"

Rosen smiled: "My wife has a more sophisticated taste, and I spent a little effort on research in my spare time, but I didn't expect to have some small achievements."

O'Brien laughed, "A little bit of careful thinking by Master Lawson, put on ordinary people, it must be a big thought that has been pondered for many years."

With the wider and wider range of circulation, the wisdom of the inventors of the circulation is naturally highly respected by the people, and everyone says that they are the messengers sent by God to spread wisdom to the world.

Speaking of Thrandis.

She was quietly enjoying her meal.

Her social phobia has been much lessened now, but she still doesn't like to talk in front of strangers.

If someone looked at her, she nodded slightly in response.

After chatting for a while, Hayley Soya looked at the vacant lord, "Why isn't this guy in the territory? Are you out wandering again?"

Rosen shook his head, "Of course not. As you know, Marshal Vaupos has been lobbying the lords of the Highlands lately for more support."

"For this situation, Lord Shabolai naturally can't wait in Crescent Town, so he takes the initiative to win over more allies."

Hayley Soya had a general understanding of the situation in the highlands, and nodded when she heard it.

"That sounds like a pretty good thing, but I doubt Shabolai will take the opportunity to mess around."

"I'm sure he won't."

Hayley Soya casually said that she didn't care about the political situation in the Highlands, she was concerned about Lawson and Thrandis.

More precisely, a two-digit inventor.

Cut a slice of tender deer

After tasting the meat, she began to say the true purpose of her trip.

"As you already know, my true identity is the dean behind La Falea's Academy."

There are two deans of the academy, one honorary dean in front of the stage, and there is an archmage who is not the son of God.

A dean behind the scenes must be a son of God to ensure the duke's absolute control over the academy.

With that, her dark gaze shifted between Lawson and Thrandis as she continued.

"As the oldest, largest and most accomplished magic academy in the North, keeping up with the trend of the times is the biggest secret to the college's vitality."

"Today, as the most advanced and powerful mathematical tool, it has spread not only to the north, but also to all the major realms of the Golden Land, and every mage who wants to make a difference is learning to flow numbers."

"Some people think that this is the greatest invention of our time, and some people think that the foundation of the flow number is not yet solid, but no one can deny the power of the flow number."

"Therefore, the college should not only hold a course on flow numbers, but also invite the strongest flow number instructors to teach the most comprehensive and profound new knowledge of flow numbers."

As she spoke, she chuckled lightly, "Obviously, there is no more suitable person than the inventor of flow numbers."

The princess has already made her intentions clear.

Lawson and Thrandis looked at each other, and Thrandis shook her head slightly, saying that she didn't have any ideas, because she hated teaching people in class the most.

Rosen didn't actually have the idea of going to Winterfell to become a mentor, because he had no roots in Winterfell, and he had to start from scratch when he went.

In addition, he had heard that Duke Ice was a savage and rude fellow, who lacked respect for mages and thought that spells were all juggling.

The Duke wields the Excalibur Winter Sun and is a mortal with extraordinary powers, so he is naturally qualified to think that spells are a juggling trick.

But such a contemptuous attitude is enough to show that the status of the mages of Winterfell is not high.

Going is neither free nor promising.

Hayley Soya vaguely guessed the intentions of the two, but she was naturally prepared.

"I know that the two of you are not just pursuing to be a magic professor, and they can't leave Crescent Town, which they have worked so hard to run for no reason."

"But since I'm here, I naturally didn't think about attracting two of them with the position of a magic professor, I brought enough sincerity."

With that, she turned her head and glanced at Master O'Brien, who, as the vice president of the academy, put down the meat knife in his hand and began to specify the recruitment conditions.

"When you arrive at the Academy, you will be tenured professors of magic, and the Academy will set up two special master chairs for you, with a fixed salary of 10,000 crowns per year."

"Note that it's 10,000 per person, and the lecture fee is calculated separately."

"In addition, the college will also give away a 10-rabang holiday estate around the college, with all the necessary facilities for a decent life, as a place for the two of them."

"Except for four sessions of one and a half hours per week. The rest of the time, you are free to go wherever you want and do anything that does not violate the law."

"Finally, we don't ask the two of us to leave for Winterfell immediately, we can wait another three months."

"I believe that by then, the political situation in Silvermoon Castle will be stable, and the mayor of the town will become a baron."

To be honest, this sincerity is really enough, and Rosen is a little moved when he listens to it.

But going to Winterfell, even if it's just a sojourn, means leaving Crescent Town behind.

Although it was not a good place, it was built by Rosen with great effort, and when he became a baron, it was his family domain.

He has a lot of ideas for the development of this territory.

Now, there are two options.

First, start over in Winterfell and beg for a living under a great lord who defies mages.

Second, continue to be a lord in the highlands, say the same, and be free to do what you want.

A phoenix tail, a chicken head.

Let's be honest

In other words, Rosen's heart was very inclined to the latter, because he had finally pursued an environment where he could focus on the study of spells, and he didn't want to go to Winterfell again.

But don't offend the princess either.

In case the other party adopts the strategy of saluting first and then soldiering, and there is no room for refusal at all, then it will be a big trouble.

Thinking of this, he said, "Your Highness, Master, my wife and I are very honored by the kindness of the two of you."

"But it's a big enough thing to determine the future of our lives, and we have to think carefully before we can give an answer."

After a pause, he said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to give you a clear answer tomorrow morning."

This is a sudden situation, and Lawson needs more information for reference.

He plans to find someone to take a closer look at the situation before making a final decision.

Who to look for?

Naturally, it is a relative of Hayley Soya.

His hesitation was human, but in the face of the invitation of the Lafalella Academy, and having already given such generous conditions, he still had to consider it, which made O'Brien feel a little unhappy.

"Master Lawson, aren't the conditions given by the academy high enough? It's okay, you can mention it, and you can discuss it."

This attitude made Rosen feel that it was not very good, and he felt that the other party was determined to win.

He shook his head slightly, and explained earnestly.

"Master, the conditions of the academy are already very favorable, which makes us very excited, but when we decided to run Crescent Town, we made a series of plans for the future."

"If you agree, it means that all the plans have failed, and I feel a little disappointed in my heart, so I am a little hesitant."

O'Brien understood, and looked at the princess.

Hayley Soya nodded too, "Then tomorrow morning."

After dinner, after arranging the rest of the three distinguished guests, Lawson gathered in the hall with a few people to discuss.

Thrandis said, "I don't care where I'm going, I'm where you are."

Gendeloni nodded, "Me too."

George Bernard Shaw had just returned from Winterfell to become the chief disciple, and he might return to Winterfell's academy in the blink of an eye, and he felt that his fate was really treacherous.

But he is now a personal disciple of Rosen, and before he left the school, he naturally went wherever the mentor went.

Harrick's face was full of emotion.

"Rosen, to be honest, although I know that you have an extremely bright and glorious future to become a professor of spells in the Academy, and you will not leave until you become a baron."

"But if you leave Crescent Town, I feel empty and unpleasant."

"Crescent Moon Town is a magic town, without you as a mage lord, I'm afraid there will be no future, and the current pomp and circumstance will soon disappear and return to mediocrity."

Rosen could sense Harrick's frustration and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

"I will think about this very carefully and make proper arrangements even if I have to leave eventually."

Harrick sighed, "It's hard to have two ways in the world, but I won't interfere with your decision, no matter what, I'm for it."

"Hey, don't talk about it, I'll go rest first."

Rosen thought for a moment, "I'll send you, Harrick. I was also a little confused, so I happened to stop by the temple to pray for God's guidance."

Either way, you'll have to ask Alfroya what she thinks.

After all, for his sake, Alfroya was directly demoted from the regional Holy Spirit to the small town Holy Spirit.

It would be very inauthentic if he left Crescent Town for Winterfell without saying a word.