Britannia Empire, Imperial Capital Pendragon.

Pendragon, as the capital of the Britannia Empire, is the only large city in the Britannia Empire with a population of over one million.

The rows of taverns and houses, the bustling citizens crowding the streets, the endless flow of horse-drawn carriages, and the various accents from various countries echoing in my ears.

All of these make Pendragon worthy of the title of "the most prosperous city in the Britannia Empire".

At this time, somewhere in Pendragon

Ed yawned.

How boring. Ed thought as he tugged at his gray beard.

Three months ago, His Majesty the Emperor decided to summon outstanding teachers from all over the country to teach his 6-year-old granddaughter Ilsa Augustus.

Most people understand His Majesty the Emperor's decision, and it is normal to recruit history teachers, astronomy teachers, philosophy teachers, etc.

But His Majesty the Emperor still needs to recruit teachers who can teach the art of war.

This is a bit abnormal. Why are you teaching your granddaughter the art of war?

However, all the ministers were relieved afterwards. After all, the emperor of this generation, His Majesty Gozewen, was a somewhat fatuous and incompetent emperor. He would always make some absurd and nonsensical decisions. Even stranger, absurd decisions had appeared before.

, what’s the point of hiring a military art teacher to teach the royal granddaughter the art of war?

If you want to be the art of war teacher for the granddaughter of the emperor, it may be easy or difficult. You only need to write down your understanding and insights on the art of war and submit it. There will be experts who will review it and those experts will make the decision.

Who is qualified to be the art of war teacher of the royal granddaughter?

And Ed is specifically responsible for receiving writings from those who apply to be the Royal Granddaughter’s art of war teacher.

After taking over this task 3 months ago, Ed has been sitting in the central square of Pendragon for 3 months.

After three months, there were very few people applying to be a military art teacher.

And today is the last day. After today, you can no longer apply to be the art of war teacher of the imperial granddaughter.

Ed, who was sitting in the chair, yawned loudly again, then stretched out a lot. While stretching, he thought:

After the sun goes down today, we can finally end this boring task. Really, who among civilians would study the art of war? His Majesty the Emperor is really becoming more and more confused as he gets older. If he wants to teach his granddaughter the art of war, he should invite those who have the skills to do so.

Wouldn’t it be enough for a knight with experience in leading troops to fight?

At this moment, Ed felt the light in front of him suddenly dim. He raised his head and saw a young boy standing in front of him.

Ed thought to himself:

Huh? Why does this young man have black hair, black pupils, and look so much like the prairie people from the east? But if you look closely, he doesn't look much like the prairie people.

Ed carefully looked up and down at the black-haired boy in front of him. The black-haired boy in front of him was taller, not too tall, a little thin, and had delicate features, but his facial features were more like those of prairie people, but they were different from those of prairie people.

Very similar, his eyes are bigger and the bridge of his nose is higher.

"Excuse me," the black-haired boy said, "Is this a place to receive 'art of war' experiences?"

Ed raised his eyebrows.

"Oh? Young man, are you here to apply for the position of Her Royal Highness Ilsa's art of war teacher?"

The black-haired boy nodded.

"Yes."

"Young man, do you...know the art of war? Judging from your appearance, you are just a civilian, right?"

"I know."

The black-haired boy's answer was brief, but very powerful. Ed was stunned by the black-haired boy's powerful answer.

This young man is so confident...but judging from the look in his eyes and the aura about him, it doesn't feel like he's bragging.

Ed straightened his clothes, waved away all the contempt he had just felt, and said seriously: "Then you should also understand what you have to hand in if you want to be the royal granddaughter's art of war teacher, right?"

"Ok, I know."

The black-haired boy took out a neat stack of papers.

Ed spread it out and found five large pieces of paper.

"I have written so much, but the handwriting is quite beautiful."

Ed glanced at it briefly, and then put it away solemnly. He didn't understand the art of war anyway, so he couldn't tell how well this black-haired boy wrote.

"I have received it, thank you for your hard work. You came in time. Today is the last day. After today, you can no longer apply for the imperial granddaughter's art of war teacher. Please write me your name and current address. If

After you are selected, someone will pick you up to the palace to participate in the appointment ceremony. But if you are not selected, no one will pick you up. Tomorrow, the review of the "art of war experience" submitted by the applicants will officially begin.

The results will be available within about 5 days.”

"Yes, I know."

Ed handed the black-haired boy a piece of paper and a quill.

The black-haired boy handed Ed the paper and quill, and then began to write his name and current address on the paper.

Ed, who was a little curious about the black-haired boy, paid special attention to the black-haired boy's name.

Is this young man's name Su Cheng... What a strange name. It doesn't look like a prairie people's name, nor does it look like ours. Hmm? Lives in a stable?

...

"Boss, someone is applying for a job as a chef!"

Owen, who was calculating the store's income this month, stopped what he was doing and turned his head when he heard the voice of the waiter in the store.

"Is there anyone applying for a job as a chef?"

Owen is the owner and the only chef of a small restaurant in Pendragon. Although the restaurant is not very big, the business is great every day, and Owen is too busy every day.

In order to reduce his own burden and expand the menu of his restaurant, Irving decided to hire an extra chef.

Now the only people in the store are Owen and a hired waitress named Laika.

It's just that the recruitment notice has been posted for more than a month, but no suitable candidates have been recruited. Because Owen's conditions are too harsh. Owen himself is a well-known chef with very good cooking skills.

Well, the business of his small restaurant is so booming. Irving only plans to recruit people whose cooking skills are the same as or better than his own, so after more than a month, he has not recruited a new chef.

But now a new applicant has arrived.

Owen stood up with his big beer belly and said to Laika, the only waiter in his store: "Take me to have a look."

Owen followed Laika to the door of his restaurant.

I found a very beautiful girl standing at the door of my restaurant.

This girl looks to be in her early teens. She has aqua blue shoulder-length hair and aqua blue pupils. She is a very beautiful girl with delicate facial features.

"Little girl, are you going to be the chef in my restaurant?"

The blue-haired girl nodded.

"Well, yes. My name is Carol Cook, and I am somewhat confident in my cooking skills."

Owen smiled contemptuously.
Chapter completed!