Stealing Fire

To Lin Sheng's surprise, the teacher named Cohen did not immediately have him begin physical training.

Instead, he had Count Verli send people to prepare large quantities of medicinal broth for him every day.

Then they used the medicinal broth to continuously cleanse his body.

Not just him—even Beitansi, the cheap older brother of this body, had been soaking in baths like this ever since.

Only Xia Wei'er seemed to have been forced to study all kinds of noblewomen's etiquette, tea ceremony, painting, and so on every day.

The girl's studies seemed to focus mainly on the arts.

Lin Sheng had once thought this was simply this world's custom of favoring boys over girls, but later, a maid let something slip.

It turned out that Xia Wei'er had also been meant to learn combat skills, until she later fell off her horse while riding and fractured her leg. She now had no choice but to recuperate.

Since she was recuperating anyway and could not practice martial skills, they might as well have her learn something else.

Those were the exact words of his father, Count Verli.

Life was not much different from before.

After returning home from the church, Lin Sheng's daily routine, aside from the addition of medicinal baths, consisted of having someone recite the family rules and war history to him each morning and evening.

The war history had been edited into a series of interesting little stories, which made it quite engaging to listen to.

After all, through them, Lin Sheng could infer quite a bit of common knowledge about the deeper workings of this world.

Many laws and phenomena that ordinary people took for granted revealed quite a few hidden truths after he ran simulated calculations through the Holy River.

As time passed, Lin Sheng obediently