“Father, a letter from Mr. Illa.”
Novak, his long beard meticulously groomed, handed the letter to his father, who, looking to be in his early twenties, was now diligently processing intelligence related to the war.
“Read it to me… no, I’ll read it myself.”
As Grand Duke Novak said this, he immediately realized that it was a letter from Illa. He put the parchment aside and began to read Illa's letter... He always understood what was important and what was urgent.
Yinla is a very high priority.
"Yinla sent me a letter..."
As he said this, Grand Duke Novak picked up a letter opener and popped off the wax seal, saying nostalgically, "It's been a long time since I last corresponded with him."
"...
Novak looked at the letter, pondered it, and then handed it to little Novak, saying, "It seems that Illa is somewhat curious about the Duchy's easy defeat."
Yin La's handwriting is very beautiful. To call it delicate might not be quite right. Perhaps it should be described as elegant and noble. Every beginning, turn, and ending of a character has a distinct and extended outline.
The rows are arranged neatly, like printing... even though people in this world have no idea what printing is.
Most writing only has value when it is written down, just like writing that must be done on animal hides... This is a conceptual thing.
While some non-magical things don't really matter, they're at least not as high a priority anymore.
"Beautiful handwriting, but..."
Upon seeing Illa's letter, Novak immediately remarked, examining the uniquely beautiful handwriting and commenting, "However, it's a bit difficult to decipher."
Because of the deliberate outlining and bending, the common language written by Yinla is not quite the same as the common language in the conventional sense... Although it does not prevent others from understanding, in short, it is the difference between [Gothic font], [artistic font] and ordinary regular script.
“That is the standard imperial script. Both King Uther and King Vortigern wrote in this way, and King Isabella must have done so as well.”
As Grand Duke Novak spoke, recounting some rather obscure facts, he explained to his son, who still needed to broaden his horizons: "Only royalty are qualified to teach others."
Royal family?
"But Elkaras is not royalty."
As Novak spoke, looking at Ira's letter, he said, "Who taught him? King Uther, or Ira Sabella Arthur Mordred, or the court's master of ceremonies?"
Yinla's letter, written in very polite and respectful language, inquired why their principality had fallen so easily... How should they answer? Should they answer truthfully?
As young Nok was thinking this, Grand Duke Novak answered his question, saying, "When Imra was active, King Imsabella had not yet been born, so it could only be King Uther... In fact, King Imsabella's writing shows some traces of Imra."
In other words, rather than saying that Illa learned the royal script, it would be more accurate to say that Uther taught Illa to write, and then Illa adapted the script that the royal family should have written into his own style.
"In other words, if Inla Elkaras wanted to, he could also become royalty?"
Novak asked in bewilderment.
"If Queen Isabella had not been born, he would naturally have been... At the time, everyone in the empire felt that she should not have been born, otherwise the empire would have had the most terrible leader in history, and even a leader who was abdicated."
As he spoke, Grand Duke Novak dipped his quill in ink and handed it to his son, saying, "Write me a reply... just give me the truth."
"Yes, Father."
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"Hey guys, look what I got!"
A shifty-eyed man said this with a sly smile, placing his small cloth bag on the table. The crisp sound from the bag attracted the attention of the people playing cards around the table in the slum.
With a cunning look in his eyes, he pulled the rope on the bag, and the small bag opened naturally, revealing a considerable number of violet gold coins inside, which glittered and dazzled the eyes of those around him.
"Wow, you've got quite the shifty eyes..."
Another man said this, and it seems that this shifty-eyed man really is called Shifty-Eyes, but before they could say anything, a woman with flowing red hair picked up the bag on the table with one hand.
"Let me see."
This woman is... a standard pirate; describing the scar on her face and the eye patch would be too complicated, but in short, she's a female pirate with a rather voluptuous figure. She happily picked up the bag of gold coins and said, "Let me help you count them."
"Boss! You can't do this..."
"We'll leave you some."
"No!
!
"Ha ha ha ha!
"
In the slums of this port, everyone was in a chaotic mess, and then... at that moment, the red-haired woman was hit on the head by something falling from the sky.
"Holy crap!"
After instinctively swearing, the woman grabbed the object that had hit her head. She looked up at the strange bat holding the umbrella, then looked down at the parchment in her hand.
"Boss, are you alright? What the hell is this...?"
"yes."
"..."
"..."
"Damn it! It's a letter from Lord Illa! Asking us for details related to last night's battle... Did you know?"
Upon hearing the leader's words, one of the men tilted his head in shock and said, "Huh? Wait, how would we know about what's happening at the front? Are we supposed to write down what we know? So, are you going to reply, leader? Or should I write the reply?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and write. I can't write."
The boss expressed it this way...
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"Hmm, war-related topics... that's really hard to answer. After all, I'm not a commander, but the Duchy clearly didn't send its main force, right? Little vampire, wait a minute, let me write a letter and take it back to you."
"Well, I can just write down what I know, right? Let me drink and think... Do you drink? Ah, no, that's fine then, I wasn't planning on giving it to you anyway."
"Haha, alright... after all, I need the smell of alcohol to mask the smell of ink; okay, alright, that's enough, I can't write any more secret information. Give my regards to Uncle Yinla~"
"..."
"..."
"Shala, we're about to breach the city... Hmm? You're actually drinking in your room? Oh well, anyway, after today we'll be advancing our positions... What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, let's go."
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