Law of the Devil

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Chapter 2 [Writing is incomplete, Wu is incomplete] (below)

The hope of martial arts was dashed, and the Count was very disappointed for a few days. But he was finally rejuvenated with the comfort of the beautiful Countess, after all, his only son.

Although the Rollins are based in the Empire on martial arts, in history there have been so many distinguished figures of the type of wise generals known for their ingenuity. These ancestors, similarly unprofessional in martial arts, were able to consolidate the whole picture behind them, dispatch the horses and defeat thousands of miles away.

Excellent generals, not necessarily masters of martial arts on the battlefield, can also add glory to the family's glory if they can become outstanding global leaders.

Since you can't learn martial arts, then learn literature!

Just a kid who can't even talk, but how do you learn to write? If you want to ask a learned scholar to teach him, at least let the child speak.

Unlike the countess's kind, pure and merciful heart. Count Raymond had a slight strangeness in his heart: he always felt that his son could not speak, but refused to speak!

Because the more times Count Raymond went to see his son, the more he felt that his son was not an idiot who understood nothing, but a child who was excluded from the world around him. By looking into his own eyes, he distinguishes between strange and resistant, distinguishes between emotionally exposed and not an ignorant idiot.

Heavy rewards make men brave.

The Count immediately received a large reward throughout the emperor, regardless of his status as a noble and lowly scholar, or as a lowly farmer, so long as his son could speak, he could immediately receive a thousand gold coins!

A novelty like this immediately spread across the Emperor, and even a few distant bards came to sign up. The methods of these men were even more varied, some took a flute and blew it in front of Dewey for an afternoon, some played a rumble in Dewey's ear, and others deliberately yelled behind him while Dewey was unprepared... As for those who dared to offer to throw the Count's son into the river, he would most likely ask for help... but the person who brought this attention was immediately interrupted by the Count's guard's leg and thrown directly out of the Count's office.

Are you kidding me! Even if my son is an idiot, he is my son! Throw it in the river? I'll throw you in the river first!

Just when the whole emperor passed on the matter as if it were something new, the biggest dilemma was accidentally solved by a servant in the Count's house!

And the solution to this dilemma is the servant, Mudd, who was dreamed of in Dewey's coma.

This was once the servant of Marv, but a kind honest man, and he came up with a way to take Dewey to see the stable in the Count's house. Normally, kids this big are always curious and happy to see animals. Although this method is a bit earthy, the Count agrees with it in the spirit of holding it for a try.

As a result, Mudd walked into the stable with his little master...

Coincidentally, the servant who succeeded Mudd as Mudd, was lazy and didn't clean up the horse dung on the day, and walked into the stable and immediately faced the smell of horse dung, which stinks like a horse dung. That smell was so intense that when Mudd pushed the door open with the little owner in his arms, it almost didn't rush out of the way.

And at this point, Dewey Jr., in his arms, said a whisper almost as if it were a reflection of conditions.

“I stink! ”

As a result of this, Mudd was immediately rewarded with 1,000 gold coins, not even the lazy horse poop cleaner, but 20 gold coins.

Just looking at a son who looked defeated, Count Raymond was even more certain: this boy deliberately refused to speak!

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“Starting today, he's your teacher.” Pointing to an old man in a white robe next to him, the Earl looked at his son: “This is Mr. Rosiat, who holds the title of an imperial astrologer and is also a scholar of history. He will be your Enlightenment teacher in the future. ”

At the beginning, this versatile Rosiat scholar did an excellent job.

A year of enlightenment, but Master Dewey, only four years old, can already write the words of the Empire! Four-year-olds can write, although not too great for a normal child, but it's also difficult.

Even the Count Lord, who has always disliked his son, couldn't help but be moved: Is my son really a genius?

But when Young Master Dewey reached the age of five, even the brilliant Mr. Rosiat encountered difficulties.

Just when Young Master Dewey was five and a half years old, on this evening, the Count spoke with Mr. Rosiat in the study for a long time...

“Lord Count, please be brilliant.” The old astrologer looked dismal: “Your son is brilliant, and an old man like me really doesn't have the energy to teach such a disciple...”

Looking at the old scholar's expression, the Count's heart immediately cooled. Idiots can tell what “talented and smart" old scholars are talking about... is my son really an idiot? Not even such a brilliant and learned Mr. Rosiat can educate him?

“But, Mr. Rosiat…" the Count said with a heavy face.

“No, no, my Lord Count.” Old scholars are anxious: “Please, or don't keep me. Such a difficult job is beyond my control! ”

The words of the old scholar were resolute and forced the Count to laugh bitterly: Is educating my son really a “daunting” task? Not even the Count's versatile old astrologer can accomplish it, so I'm afraid I won't be able to count on anyone else.

Looking at the Count's gloomy face, in fact, the old Rosiat scholar is also terrified at this moment...

Alas, if it's just a weird phrase like “the sun and the moon are the two big balls," it can hardly be seen as Young Master Dewey's childish statement. Well, when a five-year-old says something like, "Too much concentration of imperial power is the root cause of corruption," it almost stops the old scholar from beating his heart!

In fact, the old scholar who taught Young Master Dewey for a whole year had already understood that his student was not a “moron” in the rumors, but rather that the child was smarter, even a little smarter than a child his age. But even smarter kids won't say anything about “royalty”!

So, the old scholars naturally think that most of these amazing views, most of which the Count undoubtedly revealed at home, were inadvertently spoken out by ignorant children! Count Raymond, who holds the weight, is the number two figure in the command of the military and has extensive connections in the Imperial Navy... Such a big figure, in his home, is clearly dissatisfied with the royal family! If you think about one more layer...

Being an old scholar, I don't want to be involved in any political struggle! Let's get out of here as soon as possible!

The old scholar's resolute resignation was agreed by the Count, who almost escaped to pack his things and leave the Count House immediately. Such a performance made Lord Count laugh in his eyes.

Is it true your son is hopeless?

Dewey watched quietly as his teacher left with him for over a year, standing in front of a window in the attic, watching the old scholar pack his bags and go into the carriage.

“Young master.” Probably seeing the little master look a little ugly, Mudd couldn't help but scream carefully. He has been a close servant of Young Master Dewey since he succeeded in making him speak.

“Mud.” Dewey didn't look back, but he wasn't in the mood: “Do you think ignorance is a happy thing? ”

“Uh-huh?” Mud doesn't know how to talk. In fact, there was no ink in the mind of this former Mav, and the little master asked this question, obviously not knowing how to answer it. Ignorance? Is the little master bothering himself? But this is a topic that Mudd dares not interact with.

“Forget it.” Dewey turned back and smiled as if he was weary with a smile on his little, naive face.

I know too much about people in this world.

I know why there are suns and moons in the sky, I know why there are day and night rounds every day, I know why there are four alternating seasons a year, I know why spring comes in autumn...

But that's what bothers me. Perhaps ignorance is a happiness living in this world!

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