Chapter 523 The Backbone of the Duchy
"Squeak—"
On the outskirts of Thunder City, the morning silence was broken by a teeth-grinding scraping sound—the clanging of a winch and iron lock.
Immediately following was the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.
The entire outskirts of Thunder City seemed to tremble slightly as the massive cross that had been placed on the ground came to a stop.
"Be gentle! Watch the lifting equipment carefully, don't damage the cross!"
Standing at the entrance of a monastery, the foreman, wearing a baseball cap, shouted orders, as if afraid his men would damage the cross.
The Campbell family bought the monastery to house Thunder City University. Now, after a simple renovation, the university will soon be open, with the relocation of the cross at the church entrance being the final step.
The project is currently being handled by the Invincible Group, which has extensive construction experience. However, even though the foreman is a veteran, this is the first time he has been in charge of such a large project.
The difficulty lies not in the demolition itself, but in ensuring that there is not even a scratch.
Ever since that roaring train devoured the church's vineyards, the priests of Thunder City have been like powder kegs with wicks stuck in them, ready to explode at any moment.
They're just waiting for a spark to fly so they can launch a verbal attack on these blasphemous people.
The workers used rough hemp ropes to tie the Saint Sis stone cross, which had stood for a hundred years in the wind and rain, and chanted in unison as they carefully loaded it onto the huge carriage.
Looking at the intact cross, the devout believer sighed softly, shook his head, and turned away... The sacred emblem ultimately fell into the dust amidst the shouts of a group of peasants.
They will get their comeuppance.
He silently recited it in his heart.
As the heavy carriage slowly departed, a brand-new carriage pulled up at the monastery gate, delivering the new badges.
Without religious taboos, the stevedores were much more efficient this time. The foreman, in particular, quickly directed his men to turn the winch and crane, and load it into the most conspicuous spot at the monastery entrance.
That's the emblem of Thunder City University.
There were no complicated religious inscriptions on it, only two golden crowns standing side by side, tightly entwined by a vibrant purple-gold vine.
According to the official statement from the Thunder City Hall, one of the two crowns represents supreme truth, while the other represents the Campbell family, who protect this land, and the purple-gold vine symbolizes the ceaseless nourishment of the flowing river.
However, for the citizens of Thunder City who were crowding outside the police line to watch the spectacle, they were more inclined to believe the version that was widely circulating in the tavern—
One of the crowns undoubtedly represents His Majesty Edward, while the other represents the generous Prince Colin. As for the wisteria vine, symbolizing life, and the flowers blooming on it, they represent the bloodline connecting the two families and Princes Campbell and Colin.
The country bumpkins living in the suburbs had no doubt that even rural farm women could have seven or eight children, and that the healthier Princess Eileen and Prince Colin would only have more offspring.
If Princess Eileen were to hear the discussions in the taverns of the new industrial district, she would probably spit out a curse and then blush and her heart would race for a long time.
Outside the monastery walls, on the edge of the crowd watching the spectacle.
A child of about seven years old looked up with his innocent face, gazing curiously at the badge hanging at the entrance of the monastery.
"Dad, what's that?"
“That’s our university.”
"University?"
“That’s right, Thunder City University.”
Faced with the child's question, the middle-aged man wearing a low-brimmed hat squinted his eyes and smiled as he looked into the thin sunlight.
“Unlike church schools, I heard that they not only study the Holy Light, but also things beyond the Holy Light…like the Imperial Academy.”
The child nodded as if he understood, and asked excitedly.
"Can I go in the future?"
“Of course,” the middle-aged father said with a smile, patting his child’s head. “It’s not like the Academy, where anyone can attend lectures regardless of whether they have magical talent or not.”
Thunder City University is similar to the universities in the Academy and Holy City in that they all have virtually no barriers to entry for the upper class. This is the same everywhere and there is nothing to hide.
However, they also have differences.
That is for the lower class.
For those who are as insignificant as dust, crossing that door may be fraught with difficulties, but it is not as unattainable as the towering building of academia.
In addition to the scholarships from Grand Duke Campbell and the Andean family, Mr. Colin from the continent of Gana also brought them "income tax-based loans," which were said to also exist in the Kingdom of Gutaf.
The art of language lies precisely here.
Although all loans are called loans, these student loans are different from those exploitative "commercial loans." Instead, they are designed as public utilities that are "repaid only when there is income and automatically cancelled upon maturity," and are managed by the tax authorities.
Simply put, if your annual income does not reach the "repayment threshold", you do not need to repay. If your income reaches the threshold but exceeds it, you will have to repay at a rate of 10%, which will be collected along with taxes.
The Thunder City Daily provided a detailed analysis of this to prevent the servants of the feudal nobles from causing trouble in secret.
After all, what they excel at is mocking the profit-driven Duke Campbell for being obsessed with money, and praising His Majesty Theodore next door for being so kind and generous, who "takes nothing".
As for the specific repayment threshold, it will fluctuate upwards based on the median income in Leiming City. The principle is to ensure that high-income earners can repay in full, those just above the threshold can repay a portion, and those below the threshold will be left out.
According to Edward, this threshold should be at least higher than the wages of textile workers and dockworkers in Thunder City, since he wants to cultivate talents who can determine the future of the duchy.
If he unfortunately made the wrong bet, the person on whom he placed so much hope would take forty years to learn how to feed themselves, even with the spoon he fed them in their mouth…
That would mean that Thunder City University has produced either an unsuccessful failure or a "genius" who doesn't belong to this era.
In any case, the cost of the "bad debt" will be borne by the Campbell royal family, since they can't very well force a penniless old beggar.
Of course, these "academic privileges" only apply to Campbellans born in this land.
After all, it was built with war reparations from the Campbell nobles, not with funds from the Royal Mint of the Ottoman Empire.
If you are from a city-state or other kingdom along the Whirlpool Sea, you still have to pay a considerable tuition fee to get in.
At this moment, it wasn't just the father and son in the crowd who were looking up at that badge, but also Professor Keynes standing at the school gate.
Although he was not a Campbellian and had no interest in worldly gains, he saw a different kind of hope in that gleaming badge—
He will make up for the regrets of his youth here.
The children should not have to endure the rain that Professor Keynes once got wet in. He will do everything in his power to provide them with an umbrella that can shield them from the wind and rain.
"Headmaster."
The voice from behind interrupted Professor Keynes's thoughts.
He turned around and saw a young secretary standing there, holding a stack of documents, respectfully reminding him.
"...The opening ceremony is about to begin. Our students are already seated in the auditorium. We're just waiting for you."
"I see."
Keynes nodded solemnly, then straightened his robes and walked steadily toward the auditorium.
Walking through the long corridor, the once magnificent prayer hall has been greatly transformed.
The stained glass windows were removed and replaced with clear, transparent glass, allowing sunlight to stream in and making the entire hall spacious and bright.
The statue of Saint Sis, which originally stood at the end, still stands, but a huge blackboard has been added in front of it.
When Keynes pushed open the auditorium doors, the once noisy hall fell silent.
It wasn't until the old professor stepped onto the podium that the whispers resumed among the benches.
Hundreds of young faces sat in the audience.
The vast majority of them wore shirts or jackets made of coarse cloth; some came from urban families in Thunder City, while others came from remote rural areas.
In the not-so-distant past, church schools were their first choice, the only way to become a pastor or a lawyer.
But now, they can sit in the academy built by the Grand Duke and receive a higher education like the children of nobles.
Of course, it wasn't just commoners sitting here; the spring of 1054 in the Os calendar still belonged to nobles and extraordinary beings.
A few well-dressed young people sat in the seats near the front row.
Most of them came from rising families in the Duchy of Campbell, having already received an excellent education before arriving. At the same time, like their fathers, they were among the first in the country to embrace change.
Aside from the prominent figures of the Duchy of Campbell, there were also foreign nobles who applied to the school at their own expense. For example, a young man named Gutaff attracted particular attention.
He looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with slightly curly purple short hair and innocent, doe-like eyes, younger than everyone else here.
Aside from their eyes, fangs, and overall demeanor being completely different, he shares many similarities with Prince Colin.
That's why he attracted countless eyes just by sitting there.
The students around him would occasionally cast curious glances at him, even more so than at Principal Keynes, and whispers could be heard in the background.
It is said that this student has mastered the extraordinary power of the silver level at a young age, and has shown amazing talent in the entrance test!
Whether at the university in Holy City or Thunder City, "genius" is always a topic of great interest.
Especially since this genius is also so good-looking.
Feeling the intense gazes from those eyes, Nanfu Colin's cheeks flushed slightly. He could only straighten his back as much as possible and stare intently at the blackboard in front of him.
By Bayeris...
Please forgive Nanfu Colin's blasphemy; he had no ulterior motives, it's just that...human beings are truly amazing!
Surprisingly, no one bullied him!
At the same time, this was the first time in his life that he had sat in a human classroom, with so many peers who had no horns or tails.
Although the statue of Saint Sis behind the blackboard made him feel extremely uncomfortable, he could tolerate this minor flaw compared to the heart-pounding sweet smell.
Keynes walked slowly onto the podium.
He glanced around at the young, yet vibrant faces below the stage, then gently waved his wand, causing a piece of chalk to float up from the lectern and swiftly write two powerful words on the blackboard—
science!
truth!
Feeling the magical fluctuations flowing in the air, Nanfu stared wide-eyed and sat up straight.
This is……
Source magic! ?
The magical community in Hell is mostly dominated by the elemental school, and only leads humanity on the surface in limited applications such as the warp.
In contrast, Xuebang's research on magical theory has moved away from the "elemental system" of the First Era, and instead has reconstructed extraordinary power from a perspective closer to the origin!
This is absolutely unique and outstanding on the continent of Os!
Objectively speaking, Xuebang is indeed unparalleled in its research on magic and the virtual realm. This is something that not only Hell cannot match, but even the universities in the Holy City of the Empire are far behind.
Most Holy Light nobles are more inclined towards practicality than the exploration of nothingness.
For example, knights cultivate holy energy, while mages mainly learn holy spells... These are all "special attacks" against demons and chaos.
The same goes for Shanghai.
If it were Vivian sitting here, she would probably also look down on the old man's convoluted source magic.
She might not be able to beat a paladin or priest of the same level, but dealing with an old professor from the same school would be a piece of cake.
In Shanghai, a little tyrant can whip a magician from the school into the air like a spinning top. In terms of pure destructive power, the simpler and more brute-force the magic, the more effective it is!
However, Nanfu is different.
Unlike Vivian, who looked down on everyone except her older brother, he was fascinated by everything in the human world.
Especially since he can't learn source magic in Hell... this might provide him with cover when he travels through the human world in the future!
He watched with utmost concentration, wishing he could etch every movement and every word of the old professor deeply into his mind.
"...In the past, this hall was filled with prayers to the gods, but now I want to bring a different kind of light to it."
Keynes turned around, gently waved his wand, and sent the chalk that had been floating in front of the blackboard flying back to its original position.
When Prince Colin arrived at the Academy, he was still asleep and had not yet heard that impressive lesson.
However, he was different from those who pretended to be ignorant when they knew the truth.
Upon waking from his slumber and seeing Prince Colin, he immediately understood what this "science" that terrified even the sages and their successors truly was.
That doesn't just mean "Prince Colin's School," but more like a subtle and pervasive philosophy, an unyielding pursuit of truth.
This also contains many other meanings.
For example, being realistic and pragmatic.
For example, replacing fantasy with reason.
He recounted his past in detail, and then spoke about the present.
"...We are all believers in Saint Sis, that much is certain. However, the Book of the Word does not explain everything, and there are things it does not address."
"Today, within the walls of Thunder City University, I promise you in my own name that you may discuss knowledge purely without worrying about the gods above you, or about what the dukes and kings outside these walls think!"
A slight commotion arose from the audience, especially among the children from ordinary families, who had never heard such bold remarks before.
Aside from the truly worldly young men, the vast majority of ordinary people wore expressions of faint fear and bewilderment.
Is that correct?
Keynes didn't care whether they could accept it or not, nor did he care if he had hurt another sensitive and fragile little heart.
Thunder City University is not the kindergarten of Holy City, and he did not come here to be the principal of the kindergarten.
Since he has decided to let the light of science shine on this land, he will certainly light the candle in his hand without any hesitation.
Because he is not only a magician, but also the principal of Thunder City University!
This is something he learned from His Highness the Prince...
"Here, truth is your only faith!"
Keynes raised his voice and passed the flame that His Highness Colin had bestowed upon him to the seedlings sitting in the Great Hall.
"Only science can truly lead you to it!"
...
The Thunder City University Library, which was once the monastery's library.
Only priests and monks with special permission are allowed to set foot here to behold the sacred teachings and to sit at their desks copying the holy scriptures.
Copying scriptures is certainly a tedious and boring job, but not everyone has the opportunity to make a living from it.
Now, those parchment scrolls filled with obscure prayers have been emptied, replaced by rows of new books exuding the fragrance of ink.
This collection includes not only popular books purchased by Luo Yan himself, but also rare and unique editions gathered from all over the empire through the Adventurers' Guild, as well as teaching materials that he legally obtained from the Academy through James Wally's channels, utilizing his authority as a professor at the Academy.
He copied part of it himself.
This was one of the perks he enjoyed when he was a professor at the Academy – he could freely borrow books from the Great Sage's Tower.
He read a lot of it with great eagerness back then, and even had his students and enthusiastic players help him transcribe some of it.
These books were eventually sent to the printing plant in Beifeng City, where they were bound a long time ago, but only a portion of them were recently sent here.
As the librarian of the Thunder City Great Library, Mr. Locker stood in front of rows of bookshelves, his face filled with excitement.
Saint Sis above—
The collection of books here far exceeds that of any nobleman he has ever visited on his travels!
What moved him even more was that this noble prince was willing to entrust this precious treasure to him, someone he had only met once.
As Locke received the heavy brass key from Prince Colin's hand, his eyes welled up with tears.
He took a deep breath, nodded respectfully, and performed an imperial salute, paying the highest respect to the imperial prince.
"Your Highness...please allow me to praise your generosity once again. You have lit a beacon for travelers exploring the unknown! My greatest honor in this life is to have been born in the same era as you!"
Hearing the refined praise, Luo Yan couldn't help but smile and say.
“You flatter me, Mr. Locke. Books and money are just external things. The real priceless treasure is someone like you who is willing to lead people to open books. I hope your Encyclopedia will be completed soon, laying the last brick for this library.”
Human flesh and blood will eventually decay, and paper will one day turn to dust.
However, as long as there is even one Campbellian willing to enter this library, their knowledge and spirit will endure forever.
As a god, his epic must ultimately be sung by mortals.
If one day no one remembers him anymore, even if what he created still remains in this world, his divinity will cease to exist.
Just like Lynn Isaac.
Upon hearing Prince Colin's reply, Locke's expression shifted slightly.
He spoke with an unprecedentedly solemn tone.
"Your Highness, I will certainly live up to your expectations and do my utmost to complete the compilation of the Encyclopedia!"
"I believe in you, Mr. Locke. I also look forward to that day."
Luo Yan smiled and nodded, then took out his pocket watch to check the time, naturally ending his small talk with the curator.
"Now that the keys have been handed to you, I won't disturb you any longer as you embrace these new friends... His Majesty the Grand Duke's carriage should be arriving soon. I've arranged to meet him in the school board office; we still have some trivial matters to discuss for tomorrow."
After saying this, he patted Locke on the shoulder, and with the latter watching him go, he turned and walked out of the library, leaving this treasure trove of knowledge to those who truly appreciated it.
...
The applause that echoed in the auditorium finally subsided, and the noisy crowd began to disperse, but the high-spirited restlessness in the air did not dissipate in the slightest.
Not far from the monastery, in the administration building, Archduke Edward stood by the window of the school board office, smiling as he gazed at the entrance to the main hall not far away.
Students who had just finished their opening ceremony were emerging in small groups, their young faces flushed with excitement, as if they had just returned from a grand celebration.
The young men and women chattered incessantly, seemingly discussing Principal Keynes's speech.
The seedlings of the principality are growing strong.
Edward would never tire of seeing this thriving scene, no matter how many times he looked at it; investing in Thunder City University was truly the most worthwhile money he had spent this year.
He used to worry that his children wouldn't grow up the way he wanted them to, just as he hadn't become a duke who valued honor as Aaron Campbell had envisioned.
But now, he no longer has that idea.
Even if his children go astray in the future, those who have benefited from the Campbell family will likely help them get back on the right track.
Of course, Edward dared not presume that he was on the right path, after all, only God knew what would happen next.
Perhaps Mr. Edward in 1054 was on a wrong path, and little Richard would have to correct him then.
Edward felt his mindset had become much more peaceful, and he had unknowingly reconciled with his father, who had been confused for a moment.
perhaps--
This must be the help of some unseen deity.
“I could feel your gaze from a great distance.”
Edward heard the sound of a door opening behind him, and upon hearing the soft heels of leather shoes hitting the ground, he immediately guessed which gentleman had arrived.
A smile played on Edward's lips as he turned around and looked at Mr. Colin, who was casually closing the oak door. He said with a smile.
“You’re mistaken. I didn’t see you just now, but I did see your brother, Mr. Gutaf.”
"Looks like I was just being presumptuous," Luo Yan teased, then added with a smile, "How's it going? Is my little brother settling in?"
"All I can say is that this university was practically made for him!"
Edward chuckled and continued in a teasing tone.
"The only downside is that our Mr. Colin is so popular that he attracts a swarm of butterflies wherever he goes."
This sounds like a double entendre.
However, Luo Yan seemed not to hear Edward's probing words, which carried a hint of "complaint," and didn't take them to heart at all.
As a demon king with so many aliases that he can hardly remember them all, he is an extremely flexible person who can decide whether or not he is a member of the Colin family depending on the situation.
“I believe Gutaf can handle it well. Back in the continent of Gana, this child was always very interested in humans.”
"To...humans?"
"That's right. The majority of people there are lizardmen or sailors who have capsized their ships. There are very few people his age. It's only gotten better in the last two years."
That was close!
Luo Yan subtly steered the conversation back on track, his palms sweating.
He got a little carried away and almost let something slip. Luckily, he had long since mastered the art of lying through his teeth, so he didn't give himself away.
Edward obviously didn't think that far ahead to hell; he was just puzzled by the lack of people his age.
"Actually, I've wanted to ask before, what exactly is his engagement with...?"
"Of course it's with the families of the Holy City. We can't possibly arrange a marriage with the lizardmen of the Gana Continent, can we?" Luo Yan said jokingly.
The Colin family has a secret passage that leads out of the Great Barrier, a clue he shared with the Campbell family long ago.
It's perfectly normal for families in the Holy City to have dealings with each other; it's impossible to see the flaws without a God's-eye view.
"Haha, of course."
Edward didn't pry into which family it was, after all, he was worried about revealing his ambition to match Gutaff and Lino.
Breaking an engagement is not a glorious thing, and he was torn between his conscience and his conscience, so he laughed it off and moved on from the topic.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two sat down on the sofa.
Without summoning the servants waiting at the door, Edward personally poured Colin a cup of tea and said sincerely.
"I have to thank you for this."
Luo Yan smiled and nodded.
"You've said that many times already."
"No matter how many times I say it, this matter would definitely not have gone so smoothly without your help."
Edward's voice tinged with emotion as he spoke.
"Seeing those energetic children today, I am so glad that I made the decision to spend this money on them."
"It seems their confidence impressed you."
“More than that!” Edward grinned. “I only realized this recently. The backbone of the Campbells is the backbone of the Duchy, not some unreliable ‘Shield of the Duchy’ or a ‘Praise of Light’ that hurts the enemy a thousand while harming eight hundred of its own.
Late yesterday, he received a report from the Royal Intelligence Service about a Level 3 meeting being held at the Summer Palace in the Kingdom of Ryan.
After reading the entire intelligence report, he couldn't help but sigh, "In such a vast land of knights, there are hardly any men!"
Even a lowly speculator who went there and wagged his tail could suddenly become a guest of honor of the minister.
What's happening in Roland City is chilling.
This further confirmed his belief that only by enlightening the people could they resist the feudal forces both inside and outside the duchy.
The establishment of Thunder City University was the first and most crucial step in building the national spirit of the Principality of Campbell.
Luo Yan looked at Edward in surprise, a hint of interest appearing in his eyes.
It seems that the concept of the nation was not only born from the roars of the textile workers, but also from the heart of the Duke of Campbell.
"Your vision and perspective are still impressive. The fact that you can see this level shows that the future of the Duchy of Campbell is on the right track."
“Speaking of ‘getting back on track’…”
Edward's lips curled into a mocking smile as he casually shared the information he had received from the intelligence agency the previous day with Mr. Colin, who was sitting opposite him.
"Our King has put on quite a show lately. I heard he's short of money, so he's held a 'Three-Level Conference' at the Summer Palace, trying to learn our method of collecting taxes."
"Oh? How was the effect?" Luo Yan blew on the tea leaves floating in the teacup.
Although he had already received the news through the Stigmata Organization, he still casually asked this question.
Edward's answer was exactly what he expected. The duke made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his tone and grinned as he spoke.
"The result? The result was that his summer palace turned into a marketplace! The nobles were banging on the table and cursing, the priests were as indifferent as bricks, and a few boneless dogs were trembling in the corner... By Saint Sith, that damned old man should have invited me, and I actually missed such a wonderful circus."
Hearing the undisguised sarcasm, Luo Yan smiled and made a joke.
"It seems that our Mr. Theodore has offended Saint Sis, otherwise it's hard to explain why he's always the one who's unlucky."
Edward also made a joke.
"I heard he promoted the court jester to the position of regional bishop; perhaps that angered the gods."
Luo Yan sighed.
"That's not surprising. If I were Saint Sith, I would have dealt with him too."
Edward smiled and leaned back on the sofa.
"Haha! You're still as humorous as ever! But... let's try a different joke!"
Although he wouldn't mind making this joke when the door was closed, the thought of the mess next door... made him think it was better to be more devout.
What if Saint Sis heard this?
"...I think the merciful Saint Sith won't mind my harmless teasing. Besides, as a prince of the empire, I genuinely feel that these guys are too blasphemous, even attracting the attention of the tribunal."
Seeing his dear ally's confident expression, Luo Yan, having shared his joy with Edward, gently put down his teacup and continued in a casual tone.
"However, although our neighbor has done another embarrassing thing, don't think that he's the only one facing you. We'd better be careful."
One person cannot achieve the republicanism of the Duchy of Campbell, just as one person cannot complete the feudalism of the Kingdom of Lane.
Whichever path is chosen, it reflects the collective will of the entire civilization, and it is by no means something that a king or a nobleman can decide.
Edward grinned, still disregarding the now-disgraced king, but his eyes no longer held any arrogance.
"Of course, only a fool would pin his hopes for victory on the mistakes of his opponent. Campbell's reforms will continue at our pace, whether or not that idiot Theodore is there."
However, a hint of fierceness still flashed in his eyes as he said this.
"However, even so, the score between Theodore and I is not over yet. The blood of the Campbells cannot be shed in vain. Reciprocity is a tradition of the nobility. Since he likes to play dirty tricks behind people's backs, I also intend to return the favor with a generous gift."
Looking at the ambitious duke, Luo Yan smiled faintly.
“You have already given their Salvation Army a lot of help, and they can’t absorb any more weapons. Besides, what they lack now is not support, but opportunity… If you want to do something more, why not try the Encyclopedia?”
"encyclopedia?"
Edward paused for a moment, clearly not keeping up with Mr. Colin's leap of thought, at least not for the time being, as he couldn't think of any connection between the two things.
"That's right, it's the project that Mr. Locke was in charge of."
Luo Yan nodded slightly.
“I believe the people of Ryan are not as worthless as you say. The ghost of feudalism still lingers within the Duchy of Campbell, and the ghost of the republic must also be haunting the Kingdom of Ryan. This candle may not have started to shine yet, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. And you, who have already won a victory, can certainly light it for them.”
Although he didn't know which version of the information Edward had heard, the information that the Stigmata Organization relayed to Sarah included everyone's statements.
For example, there was a scholar named Ferguson in the conference room who was clearly a rare wise man. He left Baron Wickton speechless with just one sentence.
Prince Colin, who is very loving, said that 3% of the seats are indeed too few.
However, this card is excellent.
"When the intelligent people of the Kingdom of Lane begin to receive salaries from the Duchy of Campbell and write about 'truth' and 'science' in our books, I believe that the intelligent people of both countries will have many common topics to share... A common topic is always a good way to warm up feelings."
The Archduke of Campbell was a wise man, and he could speak to him in the manner of speaking to wise men, without having to explain every single detail as he did when speaking to the saint.
It's like asking an adult to light firecrackers; you just throw them the lighter and they'll remember to take it back when it's over.
But if you let a child light firecrackers, you not only have to teach the little guy how to light them, but also teach him to run away quickly after lighting them, and not to throw away the lighter and run away with the firecrackers.
Edward's eyes grew brighter as he listened, and he indeed revealed a thoughtful expression.
"I see... I had overlooked this sword! Thank you!"
Seeing Grand Duke Edward thanking him again, Luo Yan couldn't help but smile helplessly.
"Not at all. I believe that with your intelligence, you would have figured it out on your own even without my mentioning it."
(End of this chapter)
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