A study was like a storm. Books were thrown all over the floor, tables and chairs were turned upside down, and the room was in a ss. Ethan sat down beside the window with the curtains torn off. The man's collar was open, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was holding a bottle of liquor in his hand, which was the accelerant for his madness. Ethan poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and shouted, "You damn old bastard, you always look down on . One day you will know that you are wrong. Your power and wealth will all belong to ! It belongs to !"
"Dad."
Behind the door, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years of age ran in. Her face was rather green and pretty. When she saw Ethan sitting on the ground, she said sadly, "Dad, don't drink so much."
"Get lost." Ethan pushed the girl away rudely.
The girl suddenly fell to the ground, her eyes filled with mist, but she tried her best to endure it. '"Shut up, don't worry about . You're a piece of trash. What's the use of raising you like this? What can you bring ? Wealth? Or power? No, you just spend my money, a lot of money!" The drunken father grabbed Ethan's chin and said, "Shut up, don't worry about . You're a piece of trash. What's the use of raising you like this? What can you bring ? Wealth? Or power? No, you just spend my money!"
Pushing the girl away, Ethan stumbled to his feet and staggered towards the door. The girl finally couldn't help but cry. In her mory, her father in the past and now were completely different. At that ti, he was humble and courteous, gentle and amiable. But ever since his mother passed away, his father had changed. He began to pursue utilitarianism, even taking a fancy to Baron York's position.
He wanted to beco the new owner of Sur City!
But the girl knew that her father had beco like this because of her mother's death. When the woman who was as weak as a flower was dying from illness, his father felt a deep sense of powerlessness and a curse on fate. Although he was Baron York's nephew, he had no real power, and even the Baron hated him and alienated him.
It was unknown how many people were pointing at him behind his back, and even when his wife was seriously ill, Ethan could not afford to pay for the dicine and ca to Baron York's aid, all he got was ridicule and indifference. After his wife left, Ethan gradually twisted.
That day, Ethan was drunk in the tavern. After returning, he lay down for a day. On the evening of the next day, he still went to the tavern. Only the anesthesia of alcohol could make him forget the pain.
When Edward ca to see Shawn in a ready-to-wear suit, they saw Ethan when they t in the bar they had arranged. His watch was exquisite and luxurious, but he wore cheap clothes. His entire body was filled with the sll of alcohol, but his movents unconsciously carried an unconscious elegance. It was a subconscious movent that had been cultivated by his long-term good habits.
From the looks of it, this person should be a destitute noble?
"Sure enough, Mr. Edward. I'm very satisfied with the sample you brought." Sean said with satisfaction, fiddling with the ready-made clothes Edward had brought.
"Who is that person?" Edward looked at Ethan.
"Oh," said Shawn, "it's Mr. Ethan, Baron York's nephew. But the Baron himself doesn't like him much, or even hate him, a poor man."
Edward looked at Ethan again.
"Mr. Edward, you'll have to stay in town for two more days. I'll find an opportunity to et the baron in these two days, and he'll be glad to have rchants like you to bring such excellent weaving skills to Saul." Xiao En said.
Edward smiled and said, "No problem, as long as the gentleman nad Latis doesn't disturb ."
"Latis?" Xiao En sneered, "That guy hid after you left. It wasn't until these two days that he dared to co out and see soone. Don't worry, the lesson you taught him last ti was so profound that he didn't dare to disturb you anymore."
"Then I'm relieved."
Edward stayed in Saul, and he took advantage of the ti to travel about the city. He focused on going outside the city gates and silently observed the troops of Storm City, paying attention to their numbers and training. This army was much better than the city guards of Sur City. Whether it was the quality of the soldiers or the quality of their equipnt, Sur City did not have enough of them.
Their leader, a stern-looking knight, was judged by Edward to be at least Level 15. This gave Edward a new understanding of the power structure of this planet. Titles were tied to strength, but strength was not the only criterion for titles. This was also normal. Every knight was a duke of the empire, and their strength was not the only criterion for judging their titles and territories.
Apart from strength, family background, military contributions, connections, and wealth were all closely related. The most important of these was the bloodline, and in the Constitution that Edward had seen, it was stated that titles could be inherited by bloodline. However, only titles above the count were hereditary. Although other titles could be passed on to future generations, the successors needed to have sufficient military rits or other contributions to consolidate their titles and territories.
Moreover, the empire also provided room for advancent. Civilians could beco knights by accumulating military rits. Knights could also be made barons after making sufficient contributions. Throughout all of this, the civilizations that developed on this planet had an astonishingly similar power system to Earth. Edward had a thoughtful expression on his face. Was this developnt accidental or was it inevitable for so reason?
In the evening, he saw Ethan again in the bar.
Ethan is arguing with the bartender about sothing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ethan, that you haven't paid your last debt. I can't give you any more credit for what you said tonight, or I'll get scolded by the boss." The bartender said.
Ethan grabbed his collar and said, "Bastard, I'm rich in a few days. I'll pay you back with the bill from last ti. Don't you believe ?"
The bartender said helplessly, "Please don't do this, sir, it will embarrass us all."
A silver coin landed on the bar, and soone behind Ethan said, "Here's a drink for this gentleman. He's on my tab tonight."
Ethan turned around and saw Edward with a smile on his face.
The two of them found a corner and sat down. After a while, the wine ca up. Ethan didn't hold back and took a sip. Edward looked at him and said indifferently, "Mr. Ethan's life is not going well."
Ethan put down his glass and looked at Edward. "You're a stranger. How do you know my na?" He said.
'"We have so business dealings with Mr. Shawn. I was surprised to see Mr. Ethan drinking alone last ti. How could soone like you drink in a bar like this? Mr. Shawn saw through my doubts. He was the one who told who you were."
"Then, you look down on too, don't you?" "Uncle York looked down on ," Ethan said self-deprecatingly. "That's why everyone here looks down on . I'm used to it. Anyway, I'd like to thank you for buying a drink."
With that, he stood up and left the bar.
Ethan soon discovered that Edward was following behind him. Ethan stopped and frowned, "What are you doing with ?"
"I think there are so things I can talk about."
"For example?" Ethan said casually.
Edward looked in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion. "For example, the owner of the mansion can be changed. If I were to choose, I think Mr. Ethan would be more suitable."
"How dare you!" "You know what you're talking about? That's enough to put you in jail!" Ethan exclaid.
'"I'm just telling the truth. Look at this city, Mr. Ethan. It's so shabby. The people here are barely surviving, not living at all. Didn't you ever want to show your ambition and make Sur City a whole new place?" Edward shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Ethan would never be so upset if he was soone who was willing to live with the status quo. So I think Mr. Ethan just lacked an opportunity. And we can give you an opportunity."
"Opportunity?" Ethan shook his head and said, "As long as Baron York, my dear uncle, is on the throne, I will never have such an opportunity. And Sur City will always be like this."
"Then let the baron disappear. Anyway, no one will cry over the disappearance of a greedy and harsh city lord. On the contrary, I think they will support a wise new lord, such as you." Edward whispered.
The demonic words imdiately struck a certain part of Ethan's heart. He had been thinking about this for a long ti, but this was the first ti he had been exposed in person. Ethan's chest rose and fell, pointing at Edward and saying, "Go, I'll pretend I didn't hear anything tonight for the sake of buying a drink."
He turned around and left, not knowing if he was afraid or if he wanted to escape from sothing. Suddenly, a whirlwind blew in front of him. Ethan was stunned and heard Edward say behind him, "Mr. Ethan, we are not just businessn. We have enough power to change the situation." You see, you have empty ambitions, but no one in this city is willing to stop and listen. But I heard what you said, and now the opportunity is right in front of you. If you want to make a difference in your life, you should seize this opportunity. "
Ethan turned around and saw Edward gently raising his right hand. The patterns of light on his palm were flickering with Origin Energy. "Magician?" Ethan cried out.
"I'm not the only one." Edward dissipated his powers and said, "I was supposed to go back tomorrow, but I've decided to stay two more days for Mr. Ethan's sake. If you change your mind, co and see at any ti. I'm sure Mr. Ethan knows where I live with his abilities."
"I look forward to eting you next ti." Edward bowed to Ethan in the light of the etiquette of the world.
Ethan stood there for a full minute before muttering, "He bowed to ? This "
"This is the first ti soone respects so much, hey!"
He smiled and left in the opposite direction. Ethan suddenly felt that the night was not so dark.
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