As he sat there taking in the view, the servant ca up behind him.
"How do you like it, Sir Skynder?"
The image in his head seed to shatter like glass, replaced by darkness.
Skynder chuckled. "It would be great if I didn't have to imagine it."
Naturally, as he was blind, it was completely impossible for him to see the Imperial Capital. He could only imagine how it looked from what he knew. But even that was enjoyable enough.
More importantly, the wind blowing in his face let him truly understand the feeling.
He only wished that he had co before being blind. Actually seeing it would be a sight to behold.
Skynder ordered off the nu, which he could read due to the seeing through vibrations technique, and got his food rather quickly.
As he ate, he compared it to Chef Master Garb's food. It was very good, but not at that level. The whole point of it being worth 100 points was the view and the peace. It didn't necessarily an the food was better.
Skynder soon left. There wasn't much there for him. Over the next week, his complete dominance beca commonplace and predictable. Everyone, besides Charles, was simply vying for third place.
After all, Charles was also doing incredibly well. Provoked by Skynder, he pushed himself to the limits. Unfortunately, even with a photographic mory, it wasn't enough. Skynder was in a different world. The only person above him at this point was the Imperial Scholar.
Skynder's performance did not lessen as the final week of the Imperial Scholar passed.
The Imperial Scholar stood on the stage, leaning on his cane, speaking. "In second place is Charles. Well done. Finally, in first place, is Skynder, with the maximum attainable score of 200 points."
Everyone looked at the Imperial Scholar seriously, waiting for the inevitable announcent that would be written in history books.
"In that case, it seems that the future role of Imperial Scholar is Skynder's."
The room was silent, but everyone felt anticipation as they looked at Skynder. In the future, they could tell their children about the legendary Imperial Scholar Skynder.
"Class dismissed." With that, the final Imperial Scholar Camp ca to a close.
Most people walked out, but two people remained. One was Skynder, who walked up to see the Imperial Scholar. The second was Charles, who sat in his seat with a resigned look on his face.
As Skynder began to help the Imperial Scholar walk down the stairs of the stage, Charles spoke.
"Was this anything but a sham?"
The Imperial Scholar glanced at Charles before ignoring him.
Skynder, however, turned and spoke. "This was the proper process. But yes, it was decided that I would be the Imperial Scholar long before this Imperial Scholar Camp."
"My life's pursuit, my hopes and dreams, ruined before I could even truly compete. I've only recently matured fully, but I lost long ago."
Charles was speaking to himself, taking a deep look at his entire life.
Skynder did not feel sympathy. There were losers and winners. Skynder was a winner. Charles was a loser.
However, just because he had lost to Skynder did not an that he was worthless.
Skynder needed to stop thinking like a child of the Sky Barony, and more like the Imperial Scholar.
Therefore, he did not completely ignore Charles.
"You may not have beco the Imperial Scholar, but it is only because I was born in this era. Let ask you a question. Do you truly care about the Empire?" Skynder asked.
Charles looked around for a mont, clearly thinking before speaking. "Yes. I am thankful for everything I have been given."
Clearly Charles had so sort of backstory, but Skynder did not bother asking about it.
"In that case, beco my right hand man. If I die, you can replace , and if I live, you can assist . All for the sake of the Empire." Skynder said.
Charles, who seed completely in admittance of defeat, nodded.
However, Skynder did not need soone with the mindset of a loser.
"Stop being down. Are you really going to give up your ambitions so easily?"
Charles looked up at him in surprise.
"You were blessed with a natural mory greater than any other, and yet you sit here moping around. If that's all you are, then it is not surprising you lost."
Charles brows furrowed, anger appearing on his face.
"In fact, if I knew you were such a loser, I would have never spoken those words before."
Charles finally snapped. "Shut Up! I only lost because you cheated! You colluded with the Imperial Scholar! Don't believe ? I'll show you. Now that you've reached this point, where the Imperial Scholar can't teach you much else, you'll see what it's like to be inferior!"
Skynder nodded. "Then accept my offer with so more energy."
Charles shouted. "I will join you, and I will surpass you. The Empire doesn't need so cheater to be the Imperial Scholar, so when I surpass you, I'll take that position myself."
"Good." Skynder said.
He turned around and left the room with the Imperial Scholar.
"Well done." The Imperial Scholar said.
Skynder nodded. He had learned from experience that it was best to have soone who could temporarily take over your position.
Both Li Youcai and the Fatty had done this for him, and in the future, Charles would most likely do so.
As Skynder and the Imperial Scholar left the Imperial Scholar Camp, rumors spread across the entire Imperial City, moving even further beyond it.
"Did you hear? Apparently, the next Imperial Scholar will be Skynder of the Sky Barony."
"The Sky Barony? Do you an that ancient clan far away from here?"
"Exactly. A child born there is to beco the next Imperial Scholar. How incredible!"
Rumors spread, so truer than others, but it all ca to a peak when papers were posted all over the Imperial City.
Tomorrow, the Emperor would be announcing so important news. It was not hard to put two and two together.
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