"Sir, please sit down."
"Thank you, Earl Greiman."
The person in front of him bowed slightly and sat down on the sofa gracefully and gracefully.
This is a young man wearing thick glasses, slightly thin, and wearing a simple blue robe.
Paul found a familiar feeling in the other person - arrogant but not arrogant, feeling superior but not rude.
By the way, it's just like the feeling you had when you first came into contact with the two scholars Laddie·Setia or Betty Diaz. You clearly feel that the other person is "condescending" when they see you taking them away, but you can't specifically accuse them. The other person's manners and words are impeccable, and the temperament they exude makes you convinced.
Paul asked, "Landon Scholar, I wonder if you came to Northwest Bay for something?"
The other party calls himself Mond Landon and is also a scholar. This is nothing, the key is that he is from Scholar's Tower, the imperial capital of the Gabella Empire, and he has produced exact identification.
Compared with ordinary scholars, this level of status is very different.
Scholar's Tower of Gabella Imperial Capital, just like Harvard in Paul's previous life, is a first-class academic institution in the world. In this age of lack of knowledge, its status is even more unique than the former.
Many famous figures in history have studied there, and countless dignitaries and even princes and nobles have rushed to send their children there in order to be coated with a layer of shiny gold paint.
It would be even more extraordinary if you obtain the title of bachelor there. No matter whether you are from a noble family or a commoner, or even from a slave family, as long as you have the title of Scholar's Tower bachelor, you will be a guest in the courts of various countries.
Of course, Scholar's Tower's recruitment standards are also strict. For a country lord in a remote area like the previous Greiman Family, it is probably quite difficult to send someone in.
The name Scholar's Tower was well known even to Northwest Bay, and the servant was shocked when he reported that such a person had come to visit. Paul didn't dare to neglect, and entertained this guest with great energy.
"My lord, the earl, is joking. I haven't graduated yet, so I'm not qualified to be titled [Bachelor]."
After hearing what Paul called him, a rare trace of panic appeared on Mond's face.
Paul smiled and complimented him, "Haha, it will happen sooner or later, it will happen sooner or later."
I can see it from your hairline, it's already starting to cheer for your title of Bachelor.
Mond's face turned slightly red, with a hint of shyness in his expression. "The reason why I came to disturb the Earl is because I have something to ask for."
"Oh?" Paul was very surprised. With the energy of your seniors or [alumni], do you still need to beg me? What role can I play in what they can't handle? "My lord, please listen to me and start from the beginning."
"Okay, then you say it."
Mond Landon said it eloquently.
"My teacher traveled to Northwest Bay 10 years ago and met a civilian child in a fishing village along the coast. He thought the child was extremely intelligent, so he wanted to accept him as his student."
"It's just that his parents were reluctant to let such a young child leave their side, so the teacher made an agreement with them to take him to study at Gabella when the child grows up a little."
"In the past 10 years, the teacher and I have come to Northwest Bay to visit him several times, and we have also helped him complete his enlightenment education. I came here this time to take him to Gabella Imperial Capital for further study."
Paul was extremely surprised after hearing this. Whose child is so lucky? It is no longer as simple as smoke coming out of the ancestral grave. It is simply breathing fire.
Although Scholar's Tower, like Church, claims to be independent of their origins, the reality is always different from the ideal. Academic pursuits also cost money, and scholars also need to eat and drink. In addition to regular allocations from the Gabella royal family, they also receive a large number of social donations every year. Due to various reasons, the vast majority of people in this organization are the children of high-ranking officials, and there are very few people who are truly from civilian backgrounds.
It's really... it's really... that this kind of good thing didn't happen to me just because of a chance encounter with a bachelor.
Paul made an expression of surprise. "It turns out that a remote place like ours Northwest Bay has received noble people like your teacher. So do you need my help to find this child? Oh? It's strange. Didn't you come to visit a few times in the meantime? Have they moved?"
Mond Landon hesitated. "It's not... it's just... it's just..."
"If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter."
Mond whispered, "Lord Earl, this child... is currently in your prison."
Locked up in my prison? What's going on? Has the little bastard learned something bad? It would be really stupid not to cherish such a good opportunity.
Looking at Paul's slightly surprised look, Mond further explained, "Your Excellency, the village where he lives has been cooking salt for generations. Not long ago..."
Mond sounded like a mosquito at the end, but Paul already understood what was going on.
"What's his name?"
"It's a boy named [Kevin]. If I remember correctly, he should be almost 16 years old now."
"Kevin..." Paul chanted the name repeatedly.
He soon remembered that this kid was ranked very high on the list of 50 people. The report said that the direct cause of the riot was him.
Kevin was the first to see through Baden's so-called [War Tax] lie, and then encouraged the villagers to go to Baden for an explanation. Finally, he even wanted to bargain with Baden, not to report him in exchange for Baden charging less tax.
At first Paul couldn't believe it when he saw this. Is this really a 15-year-old child with such insight and courage? Now I understand a little bit, it turns out that this kid is indeed extraordinary.
Paul smiled playfully and asked in a bad tone, "Mr. Scholar, do you want to get people from my cell?"
"Uh... that's it."
Paul spread his hands. "Oh! This is really embarrassing for me. Do you know how much trouble this kid has caused me?"
It was completely different from the enthusiastic attitude just now.
Mond's face turned red. "I know that this is indeed a merciless request, but please, Lord, let him go for once because he is still young. Moreover, the source of this seemingly incident is also because of Tax Farmer is rich and unkind. What Kevin did at the beginning was not unreasonable, but the development of the situation has exceeded his ability to control. I believe that this child was also coerced by others."
Humph, it turns out that the investigation has been completed.
"Mr. Scholar, no matter what the reason was, no matter whether he was later threatened or not, what he did violated my laws. After seeing through Tax Farmer's lies at the beginning, he could have reported it to the Lord's Manor! Just because you let him go, wouldn't I be seen as lax in enforcing the law in the eyes of others? What is my prestige as a lord? That Baden has been severely punished by me."
"This..."
Paul pinched the thumb and index finger of his right hand together intentionally or unintentionally. "If you think about it again, what's the truth?"
"This..."
"Ahem! If... if... letting him go will make me gain more than what I lose..."
What a nerd, Paul desperately hinted.
Mond seems to have some understanding.
"Lord Earl, let him go, and you will gain Scholar's Tower's friendship."
Sorry, I'm on a business trip these days...