"This rain has been falling for so long." Early in the morning, Brutus stood by the window and looked out of the house. Small pools of varying degrees had accumulated in some places on the side of the road.
He turned around and picked up his coat from the bedside table next to the bed and put it on, then opened the door and walked into the living room.
Yeverson seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. When he saw Brutus, he stood up from the chair beside the dining table and bowed slightly to Brutus: "Good morning, Mr. Brutus.
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"Good morning, Jefferson." Brutus nodded and greeted.
This was the first time he heard Jefferson speak, his voice contrary to his slightly mature appearance.
But after saying this, Brutus seemed to have never carefully observed the so-called slave, with a golden hair, a fairly simple flat head, and his face looked like he was in his 20s. But his voice sounded only 14
, the 5-year-old boy, looks exactly this age. His skin is a little pale, but his fingers are covered with many calluses, and his entire torso also looks slightly hunched.
"Where is Puliul?" Brutus asked as if he hadn't seen the knight here.
"The master is still resting as usual. He will not wake up after ten o'clock." Jefferson left his seat, "Please wait, I will prepare your breakfast now."
Brutus glanced at a wall clock hanging on the wall, and it was now 8:30 in the morning: "Okay, thank you."
He walked to a chair, pulled it apart and sat down. He glanced at Yeverson's breakfast, a classic bread and cereal combination.
"I didn't expect that this would happen after Dopuriul came home." Brutus leaned on the chair and yawned. To be honest, he wanted to sleep for a while, but unfortunately his body seemed to lack the ability to sleep in.
Once you go to bed early, you can only get up early.
Yeverson soon returned to the dining table and placed the wooden tray containing Brutus' breakfast in his hand in front of Brutus: "Please use it slowly."
It looked similar to Yeverson's breakfast, with bread and cereal, but there was a light red drink and a small plate of dipping honey.
Brutus sniffed from his sense of smell that the liquid in the cup should be wine. He took a sip and felt that it should be some kind of wine. From his knowledge, he could not judge the appearance of the wine-but at least not
It's just a bad drink.
He tried dipping bread into the dipping sauce on the plate, then took a bite and confirmed that it was honey.
"I hope you will be satisfied with your meal." After Brutus finished eating, he had already packed up his breakfast, Jefferson had already packed up the tableware on the table and prepared to bring it back to the kitchen.
"The breakfast was pretty good." Brutus praised sincerely. Although it was still bread, at least some new tricks prevent him from being completely tired of the taste.
Yeverson, who was packing the tableware, smiled shyly. He regarded Brutus's words as polite and did not take them to heart.
Because he had to wait for Puliul to get up, for the purpose of passing the time, Brutus took out a relatively thick book from the bookshelf and planned to use reading to kill time.
The cover of this book is a bit worn and the pages are a little yellowed.
Brutus opened the cover and found no title of the book, so he had to flip it back. Gradually, he became addicted to the contents and devoted himself to the book.
"Good morning, Brutus. I'm so sorry for letting you wait for so long." Puliul's voice pulled Brutus back from the book.
He turned around and looked at Puliul in his pajamas and greeted him: "Good morning, Puliul."
Puliul scanned the book in Saubrutus's hand: "It turns out that you are reading "Helen's Travels", no wonder you are so fascinated."
"A woman travels all over the Kingdom alone and is exploring unprecedentedly outside the Kingdom. Such an experience is difficult for men to easily achieve."
This is Brutus' true view. He felt that in this era of inconvenient transportation, full of dangers in the wild, and even in the city, it is indeed rare to have such adventure experience.
"Yes." Puliul nodded, but the next sentence changed, "If this kind of story was not fabricated, it might be really legendary."
"Page 153: Helen met a ghost knight with blue all over the body on Mount Viso in Turner Province. After the numerous challenges set by this ghost knight, he learned what he learned throughout his life
——The opportunity for flowing water swordsmanship.” Puliul sat on a chair and picked up the bread prepared by Jefferson a few minutes in advance and chewed it.
"The flowing sword technique was also spread throughout the kingdom by Helen's hand, and was listed by Cicero as a must-learn project in the entry-level sword technique."
"Page 240, Helen successfully crossed the border blockade of the Western Resso people. In Calvia, Resso, she met a noble knight of Resso and impressed the other party with her superb swordsmanship.
Exploration and adventures all over the borders of Resso and Turner provinces…”
Puliul told a few more stories about Helen and then concluded: "How exciting these stories sound. Unfortunately, Turner's province was not controlled by the Loma people until thirty years ago, until twenty.
We only had the first time we had contacted the Resso people in this story a few years ago.”
"However, the flowing swordsmanship was circulated in the capital a hundred years ago, and after more than ten years of improvement, it became one of the basic swordsmanship." Brutus saw himself in the book "Introduction to Swordsmanship" last night.
The content is repeated.
"The so-called Helen's travels are nothing more than a novel that mixes the stories of various adventurers and puts them on a woman's head." Puliul took a sip of the wine, and then continued to eat bread dipped in honey in his hand.
"In these stories, the prototypes are Tatiana Romanus, the greatest surveyor of Loma's history, who spent thirty years wandering around the Kingdom, and now the "region" for sale in all parts of the Kingdom
70% of the contents of Geographical Magazine are written by him.”
"Torris Papiria, who created peace between Loma and Resor and Hadas."
"Cicero Flavius, I don't think this person needs to introduce you more..." Puliul read out a large number of names and his achievements in one breath, and finally he smiled.
Laugh, “So when you think seriously, you will find that Helen is just their assembly.”
"This travel notation is just to create an idol that everyone admires, and the identity of the protagonist's female can make this legendary experience even more legendary."
Puliul shook his head: "It's a pity that no matter how true the story is written, it's not true after all."
"When people one day find that the "reality" in their cognition is nothing more than a false created by those who are interested, who knows whether it will cause a collapse in their minds."