"I've spent many years working with the Emperor, and yet I still cannot completely grasp him. There is sothing about him that seems unreal. It's as if he is the chosen one or sothing." The Imperial Scholar was clearly struggling to put it into words.
Skynder understood what he was saying.
"Either way, even if you and Sword Master Shang fail, it is not completely over. He may have so other thod of completing his goal."
Skynder found it a bit difficult to take in everything that he had learned today, but they had just started. Not long after, the Imperial Scholar changed the subject.
"Before you can actually be involved in any of that, you must first beco the Imperial Scholar yourself. I taught you so things at the Imperial Scholar Camp, but this will be on a different level. Let's begin."
The Imperial Scholar instantly began to speak, a board behind him. He occasionally wrote sothing down that Skynder should morize. From the mont he started, Skynder realized that he had underestimated the Imperial Scholar. Despite everything, him winning the Imperial Scholar Camp, getting a perfect score on the intelligence test, and even being promoted to the future Imperial Scholar, he struggled to keep up with the Imperial Scholar.
The Imperial Scholar had planned this lesson the day before, perfecting it to the peak of efficiency.
After around five hours, the Imperial Scholar was visibly tired, and was slowing down. Things were different from how they were in the Imperial Scholar Camp. He was older, and the things he was teaching were much more advanced. In addition, he had been going over things fast the entire ti. Soon, he had to sit down.
"I'm getting old, Skynder. This may be a lot, but I don't have much ti to teach you. You must not get impatient or lazy."
Skynder nodded. He could tell how much effort the Imperial Scholar was putting into this.
The Imperial Scholar handed him a book. "I wrote this myself not too long ago. Study this as much as you can until tomorrow, and co back."
Skynder spoke seriously. "Thank you. I will do my best."
He turned and left the room. As soon as he made it back to his house, he sat at a desk and began to study. Although the house was not considered very big, it had plenty of room, including room for an office area. Skynder studied through the day and night, getting six hours of sleep, before waking up and leaving. He left early, not to go to the Imperial Palace, but to go find the Fatty's father.
At this ti, he would not be found at his house, but at the Fugui Chamber of Comrce.
Skynder made his way over and entered.
With his noble carriage and attire, he instantly drew attention. Commoners made way for him as he walked to the front desk.
"Welco, esteed sir. What can I do for you?" The desk lady asked nervously.
"I am here to see Mr. Fugui." Skynder said.
"Of course, sir. His office is on the top floor. It is impossible to miss it."
Skynder thanked her and began to walk up the stairs. At the fifth floor, which was the highest floor in the building, he stopped. Looking around, there was only one door ahead. To the side was a naplate that read, Fugui.
Skynder walked up to the door and knocked on it. A voice from inside told him to enter.
As he entered, he saw the Fatty's father behind a desk, writing on so papers. As soon as he saw Skynder he stood up.
"I apologize. I did not know it was you, Skynder."
Skynder waved his hand. "It's alright. I'm just dropping by because I have so business you might be interested in."
The Fatty's father nodded his head. "Alright then. What do you have?"
"I want to sell the restaurant." Skynder said.
The Fatty's father looked confused. "Already? But you just started."
Skynder agreed. "It is not what I wanted, but I recently inherited a position, and I can no longer own the restaurant."
The Fatty's father's face turned serious. "I see."
He did not ask any questions, but in his head, he understood what it ant to inherit a position that did not allow him to own any properties. He knew that it must be sothing high up in the Empire.
"In that case, I will congratulate you. Naturally, I can begin looking for buyers." He said.
"Please go ahead. I won't sell it for now, as I won't be inheriting the position for the ti being. I am just letting you know far in advance. Until then, I will continue to work on the restaurant and increase its value." Skynder explained.
The Fatty's father nodded. "Alright. Also, that Fatty has been looking for you. He completed so sort of weight loss transformation. He looks around as fat as he did a few years ago. Better, but not enough to be satisfying."
"Alright. I'll find him when I can." Skynder said before leaving.
He then made his way over to the Imperial Palace. He arrived a few minutes before the appointed ti, but they started anyway.
Skynder spoke for around ten minutes in brief detail about everything he had studied.
"Good. Now, from there, let's begin."
The subjects they spoke about covered literally everything. From language, to negotiation tactics, to business managent, physics, poison, dicine, construction, even a little bit about cooking.
Skynder soaked all of the knowledge up, doing his best to not disappoint the hardworking Imperial Scholar.
Once again the Imperial Scholar stopped after around five hours. Skynder returned ho and studied. This process repeated five days in a row, before the Imperial Scholar told Skynder to co back in two days, not one.
"I'm still the Imperial Scholar, and there are a lot of things I need to do. I'll get just about everything done tomorrow."
Skynder nodded and left. In the anti, he did not slack. He studied the book that the Imperial Scholar gave him.
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