Samuel pulled a plate of slow-roasted beef short ribs toward himself and began to enjoy this first proper al since arriving in this world.
This was his first experience with the "local cuisine" of another world, and his anticipation was sky-high.
However, Samuel's behavior couldn't be considered elegant. Holding a knife and fork, he began to "brutally" "dismber" this steak.
After all, he had never learned any noble etiquette. Even though he could simulate the noble deanor copied from Allenay out of thin air, mastering the dining skills of the nobility was still a bit difficult.
But Celt sitting opposite him was completely different. He sliced a small piece of foie gras at an angle, his movents calm and elegant.
"What's with you?" Samuel looked curiously at his other half, Celt, a bit puzzled as to why he had suddenly started acting all proper and refined.
Celt ate a piece of foie gras with so bread, then took a small sip of the red wine that had been served with the main course, poured into a new wine glass.
"It's probably a skill inherent in the 'Royal Blood' Law Rhy," he replied. "This special Law Rhy doesn't seem to be just about area-of-effect buffs. I always feel it holds many secrets."
"I see. So, copying this 'Law Rhy' was indeed a good choice," Samuel nodded thoughtfully.
"Speaking of which, now that you possess 'Royal Blood,' in a sense, does that make you a mber of the Royal Family?" Samuel cut off a small piece of steak. "Perhaps we should arrange a new identity for you. A lost illegitimate child of the royal line, who has awakened the royal-exclusive Law Rhy."
He put that sowhat mangled piece of at into his mouth, chewing slowly. The flavors of the at and spices spread in his mouth, but his attention was clearly more focused on the duplicate in front of him.
"A good idea," Celt gave a slight nod, with a near-natural noble-like composure. "Unfortunately, we don't have the ability to reverse cause and effect to modify history. Otherwise, it might really be possible."
"Reverse cause and effect... reverse cause and effect..." Samuel repeated the phrase twice, then suddenly smiled. "Why? Why must it be real?"
Putting down his knife and fork, he leaned forward slightly, his gaze burning as he looked at Celt.
"I feel that if we can manage to infiltrate by our own skills, wouldn't that be more satisfying?"
Tapping the handle of his fork lightly twice with his fingertip, the corner of Celt's mouth also curved upwards. "Indeed. Even if we really had that ability, a cracked ga wouldn't be any fun at all."
Across from him, Samuel picked up his knife and fork again. This ti, his movents beca as composed and elegant as Celt's.
He was currently enjoying a al costing 8 yur, adopting the identity of a nouveau riche aspiring to beco a noble.
When acting, you have to commit fully. A nouveau riche, one who hopes to beco a noble, hopes to beco respectable, would try their best to learn when faced with true elegance.
He, of course, would also try his best.
And his "best effort" was a one-to-one replication after just one glance.
"However, if it's just about becoming an illegitimate child of the royal family, that identity holds no interest whatsoever," Celt said, his golden vertical pupils fixed on Samuel.
Then, he shifted his gaze, turning to look at the Travel Guide Samuel had placed beside his hand. "Help
record this, the future of Celt Frein: I will replace the current king of this country, Corlemon Odius. Not as his offspring, but as himself."
"I will beco him, replace him, steal his fate, and fool his kingdom."
"With a strength that is... currently rely that of a Law Seeker."
As his words fell, it was as if so invisible switch had been triggered.
The quietly lying *The Lunatic's World Travel Guide* was imdiately flipped open with a rustle, its pages turning frantically, the sound of paper rubbing against paper dense and urgent.
Finally, the pages settled on a blank space, as if an invisible, trembling hand of excitent had grasped an invisible pen.
With an excitent that seed to spill over the page, the handwriting scrawled Celt's spoken words rapidly across the blank page.
It was clear that it was also quite excited.
After all, it was an extension of Samuel's will. Its love for watching excitent and chaos was no less than Samuel's own or his other half Celt's.
"Wow," Samuel let out a soft exclamation. "A very challenging mission."
"Of course," Celt replied with a smile. "If it weren't challenging, I wouldn't be interested."
"True."
"Speaking of which, do you have a map of Reins?" Celt looked at the Travel Guide.
After recording Celt's words, the Travel Guide paused, then flipped two more pages, beginning to draw on a brand-new sheet of white paper.
This ti, its strokes were no longer scrawled but delicate, precise, and detailed.
A few seconds later, an exquisitely drawn, richly detailed city map appeared on the paper.
The lines were smooth, the district divisions clear, even using different colors to mark functional zones. After the map was completed, the edges of the paper glowed faintly, as if cut by invisible scissors. It detached from the page, floating without wind, as if held by an invisible hand, steadily drifting toward Celt, finally hovering above the table in front of him before being caught by Celt's raised hand.
The map of Reins was beautiful. One could tell the designer had put in considerable effort.
The entire Reins was a complete circle, and within this circle was another circle occupying about one-third of the area. They were not concentric; the two circles touched at a single point on the far west, with their southern peaks also connecting.
The overall image of the map resembled a circular sun surrounded by a crescent moon.
The central circular area occupied one-third of the total area. The remaining part was divided into four districts: East, West, North, and South.
The West District was the affluent district, wrapping around the circular area, becoming part of the outer extension, designed sowhat like a moat. Noble mansions, high-end clubs, and the most luxurious shops stood in rows.
The North and South Districts were comrcial and middle-class areas, while the small area furthest from the circular district was the East District, also the slums.
Between the East District and the North and South Districts respectively, there were small buffer zones separating the East District from these two areas. The zone between the East and North Districts was the factory district, plus a river channel, separating the factories and slums from the South District, which served as the comrcial area.
The distance between the East and South Districts was slightly larger. Although not separated by a river channel, because it was by the sea, an entire area was designated as the docks district.
The map also marked several points: the Continuity Church Samuel had visited, various shops, and the three-story villa that served as Samuel's ho, located at the junction of the South, West, and North Districts. It offered a degree of cleanliness and order while being close to the comrcial district, and getting to the docks wouldn't take more than an hour's journey—very convenient.
There were also points like "The Golden Ibis" and "The Moonlight Oyster," places Samuel only knew by na, marked in the West District, along with markets, squares, and other possible hidden bases or noteworthy locations scattered about.
Each point had patterns the size of ants and annotations as fine as ant hairs, but Celt could see them clearly, and so could Samuel.
This complete map ca from the laughter Samuel emitted when he first awoke in this world. That laughter entered the entire city, and like a bat hearing echoes, it roughly surveyed the whole city.
The only unclear part was the area of the small circle; it only had a vague outline.
"If I'd known you had this idea, I would have added a copy of the 'Actor' Law Mark for you," Samuel said with a smile, spearing a small piece of cut steak with his fork. "How about it? Want another Law Mark?"
"'Actor'? No, not needed," Celt shook his head, rejecting the suggestion. A smile hung on his face, his pale golden eyes with vertical pupils gazing at Samuel. "I said, four Law Marks are enough. I don't like gas where the cheats are too overpowering."
"Mhm," Samuel responded with a nasal sound, putting the steak on his fork into his mouth and taking a bite.
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West District.
A white carriage with its insignia concealed traveled at a moderate pace along the road heading west.
This carriage was far more luxurious than any Samuel had ridden in. The carriage body had sleek lines, painted in the easily dirtied color white yet free of dust. The four corners of the carriage were inlaid with polished brass fittings that glead. It had eight wheels, pulled by two horses. In front of the carriage body, the driver's area also seated two coachn with serious expressions and ramrod-straight postures.
As the carriage traveled further west, the already clean and tidy roads of this affluent district beca even cleaner and tidier.
The number of carriages on the road decreased, but the lanes grew wider.
Finally, the carriage approached a massive, imposing structure.
A grand gray-white arch rose from the ground, spanning the center of the road. It wasn't purely decorative but was crafted and assembled from several huge, monolithic listone blocks with natural textures. The lines were rigid and simple, exuding an air of ti-honored authority and coldness. Behind the arch was an upward slope; the top was carved with the ancient emblem of the Liastan Royal Family.
On either side of the arch stood three knights each, six in total.
Two warhorses, a knight mounted on each, with one knight standing on each side of the horses.
The knights on horseback wore helts that appeared to have a small scale on top. They were clad in golden armor, holding golden heavy halberds and golden round shields, riding warhorses also clad in golden armor.
The knights standing beside the horses held golden knightly greatswords vertically with both hands, tips upward, standing straight.
When this pure white carriage steadily approached the arch, the guard knights made no move to block or question it.
Soon, the carriage passed through this massive gray-white arch and entered the largest, cleanest area within all of Reins.
The road was extravagantly wide, paved with neatly cut, tightly fitted gray-white stone blocks, each as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the ticulously trimd evergreen hedges and intricate wrought-iron fences on either side.
No longer were there dense mansions along the roadside; instead, there were royal gardens as expansive as small parks.
The air no longer carried just the scent of flowers, but also a pure air that seed filtered and purified of all dust and impurities by an invisible force. Occasionally, one could glimpse towers of pure white with exquisite structures revealing their spires behind thick canopies.
This was the city within the capital Reins, the Odius District.
Also known as the "Royal District," it was the true center of power in this country.
The carriage continued for a stretch along the main road inside the Royal District, wide as a square, before finally stopping at the side wing of a grand architectural complex surrounded by pure white marble columns, with a small fountain plaza in front. This was not the main palace but one of the residential side wings for royal family mbers.
Inside the carriage, Allenay gently removed the hair tie restraining his hair, letting his waist-length golden locks cascade down, softly draping over his shoulders, making him appear even more delicate and beautiful.
As the carriage stopped, one of the two coachn in the front seat imdiately jumped down. His steps were steady and powerful, yet made almost no sound upon landing.
He went to the spacious rear section of the carriage, opened the door, and lowered the built-in, foldable step attached to the side. The step made a soft "tap" as it touched the ground.
A slender leg extended from within the door, a delicate boot stepping onto the step.
With a gentle smile, Allenay slightly bent to pass through the carriage door fra, descending the steps from the carriage at a leisurely pace. His golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, sowhat resembling a veil or cape of golden silk.
"Thank you for your hard work," he gave a slight nod to the coachman, his voice soft and pleasant, carrying a certain enchanting charm.
Just hearing it made one feel soft all over, as if wrapped in a warm blanket in winter, lying on a soft bed.
The coachman's eyes glazed over for an instant, but he quickly regained clarity, still standing ramrod straight, responding earnestly, "It is my duty, Your Highness."
Although a coachman, he carried an aura akin to a knight—a fierceness forged on the battlefield, a temperant ordinary people couldn't imitate.
Allenay nodded gently, acknowledging the coachman's loyalty. But his gaze didn't linger; it naturally shifted to another carriage that had just arrived not far away, equally luxurious but in a more flamboyant style.
He had probably just returned as well, descending slowly from the steps. With each step down, the fat on his body would wobble twice.
He was almost a golden-haired pig.
This was his elder brother, the Second Prince of the Royal Family, here to discuss so matters with him.
They had agreed to et at his residence at this ti.
What satisfied Allenay was that this elder brother was not late.
Arrogant, lazy, lustful, greedy, obese.
This Second Prince was almost the personification of the stereotype of a "spoiled, good-for-nothing noble."
Judging by his appearance, he had probably just returned from carousing outside the Royal District, sweating profusely, having struggled to get up from so woman's embrace, barely making it on ti.
But the fact that he wasn't late because of it was enough to satisfy Allenay.
Looking at the obese Second Prince, the Fifth Prince Allenay still wore his gentle smile on his face.
The Odius family's bloodline was unimaginably good; there were almost no unattractive people in the family.
He himself, needless to say. Beyond that, the Eldest Princess was gentle and elegant, the Third Prince was steady and handso, and his twin sister, the Third Princess, was almost carved from the sa mold as him.
Only this Second Prince was obese, weak, inferior.
Adding to that, "Royal Blood" had a slight function of purifying impurities from the body. Yet this Second Prince, one of only two among the five princes and princesses to have awakened the "Royal Blood" Law Rhy, had successfully managed to fatten himself into a ball. Presumably, it required far more effort than the average spoiled noble.
Such persistence was truly remarkable.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness Thorn," Allenay greeted him gently.
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