Part Two: The Human World Chapter 50: The Teachings of the Father
Clovis went home.
If there is any place in the world that he hates and doesn't want to stay in, this is definitely one of them.
The door of the Marquis Palace was gloomy, with stains and scars left by many years on it. The scene seemed a bit shabbier than when he came back last time. Clovis walked into this and the grandeur of the Duke's Palace.
Compared to his home in a completely different world, he felt extremely disgusted. Ever since he followed Duke Mrak three years ago, he had grown to hate this place more and more.
But he had to come back. Even if he was as wise as Duke Mulak and as discerning as Captain Roland, he still couldn't find any clues from the few silk threads that fell from the woman's clothes.
That is also out of reach. A capable person may not necessarily be omnipotent. A general may not know how to kill a pig, and a politician may not know how to leaven bread. For trivial matters, you must find people who are good at handling trivial matters.
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The smarter the mind and the more accurate the judgment, the more experienced people will be able to find more clues from those threads. So what Clovis needs now is a master in the field of romance, who understands women better than the woman herself.
A smart person. He naturally knows where to find such a person. Although he hates this person, he still comes for the mission and work.
Clovis saw his father in the living room. He had a sullen face, but he still performed the courtesy that a nobleman should have: "My father, I send you my regards."
The Marquis seemed a little surprised by his son's sudden appearance, but his smiling words still made Clovis a little unbearable: "There is no need to ask for any greetings. The perfunctory exchange of etiquette is unnecessary for us father and son. Your face is clear.
Just two words: disgusting."
Even when facing his son, the Marquis was still so free and easy, pulling out a chair to Clovis. "Actually, I should have left a long time ago. My friends have urged me many times. But something happened here temporarily.
I wanted to talk to you about something before I left, but I think the matter that will make you come back to me must be serious, so you should talk to me first."
Although such straightforward speech made Clovis a little annoyed, it undoubtedly saved a lot of time in politeness and nonsense. He sat down. There was no velvet cushion on the mahogany chair, and the chair still retained the impression he had when he was a child.
So old. And this room, the floor, everything here has the same dilapidated and decadent flavor as the man in front of him who has to show respect. He hates this kind of self-indulgence and decadence the most. It was also his childhood.
shadow.
The two father and son sat face to face. On their similar faces, the father looked casual and lazy, but the son looked serious, gloomy, and even a little murderous.
Emotions are emotions, and work is work. Clovis carefully took out a small bag from his arms, opened it, and took out the few silk threads.
"Father." Clovis struggled to control his tongue to say this extremely awkward word. "Please help me take a look and see if I can tell anything from these threads."
"Women's clothes." The Marquis smiled and almost didn't even look at it, as if he just knew it by feeling. For the first time in his life, Clovis had hope for this father.
The Marquis's fingers were very slender, and the skin was very delicate, and they looked younger than his son's hands. He picked up the few silk threads and gently pinched them, smiled slightly, and immediately understood the net worth of these little things clearly.
"It's silk and satin produced in Taitalia in the West. It's a mid-range product. When the Western trade routes were not opened more than 20 years ago, this was a high-end product because the color was gorgeous. The key is that scarcity is the most valuable thing. At that time, aristocratic women could
They are all proud of having a suit of clothes made of such fabric.”
"Can you tell what kind of person he is wearing these clothes?"
Originally, he wanted to ask if he could narrow down the scope a little bit more. But as soon as the words came out, even Clovis himself thought it was nonsense. If you want to tell who the original owner of the clothes is from these threads, even if it is
The legendary prophecy mage is probably at his wits' end.
But the Marquis did not disappoint his son. His calm and casual expression was definitely beyond the reach of any old and smelly magician. It was just like Duke Mulak talking about power and means, Captain Roland talking about swords. He is not an expert, but
It is extraordinary and holy.
"In recent years, with the prosperity of commerce in the West and here, the price of this thing is no longer so high. Real nobles will no longer wear this kind of out-of-fashion thing, but making a suit of clothes probably costs several silver coins, so
They are not worn by poor people. They want to use this outdated nobility to raise their own status, and they also wear pink and red colors. The wearer's character is obvious, frivolous and superficial, and he is simply shouting at others.
Come and look at yourself. There is actually a bit of perfume smell coming from these threads, which shows that she must have used it very strongly... Sand Dune is not a low-end product, but it must not be used like this." The Marquis picked up these threads.
He put a piece of silk thread in front of his nose and sniffed it, sighed, and came to a conclusion. "This woman is young, coquettish, and probably has some beauty. Although she is not poor, she is definitely not close to the status and taste of the aristocracy."
"Young... coquettish... neither poor nor aristocratic..." After finally being surprised by his father's inference, Clovis muttered and repeated these characteristics, filtering everything about Asa in his mind.
, finally settled on a small rumor. "Could it be...a prostitute?"
"Yes. That's the prostitute." The Marquis smiled and confirmed his son's judgment.
Clovis was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that this sentence was very strange. But he didn't know what was strange, or in other words, no matter what angle or possibility, this person seemed not to be able to say such a thing.
Come.
"Okay, we've finished talking about the important business. Let's put these mundane things aside for now and talk about the issues between our father and son." The Marquis looked at Clovis gently, showing the kindness of a father to his son.
"I'm sorry, I still have work." Clovis replied coldly, stood up and was about to leave. He has always rejected any tenderness, thinking that it is something that weakens a person's will and fighting spirit, let alone this person showing it.
The intimacy made him feel as disgusting as a dead rat in a garbage dump.
The Marquis waved his hand and said calmly: "Sit down. There is no hurry at this moment. Even if the prostitute is not in the royal capital, she will never be able to run far. You should be able to catch her easily."
Clovis sat down slowly, but it was definitely not because he was obedient. His face was full of surprise, and he looked at his father as if he were looking at a monster that he could not even imagine.
"I'm going to leave immediately. There are probably a lot of things waiting for me to deal with. I don't know how long the delay will be, and I don't know when I will come back next time. Before that, I think it is necessary for us, father and son, to have a good talk.
"Yes." The Marquis showed a slightly embarrassed wry smile. "It seems that we haven't had a good talk since you were born."
"I know that you have never liked me as a father. I understand that I am indeed an unfit father. I only care about my own willfulness and abandon the entire family, relatives, and your mother. As the head of a family, I
You completely ignored the affairs within the family, which caused you to be implicated. You have been looked down upon by others in the family and suffered a lot of grievances since you were a child. The reason why you are so strong and obsessed with fighting for fame and wealth is actually all because of these. That is
my responsibility....."
No matter how strong his curiosity was, he could not suppress the anger and impatience that came from the deepest part of his heart. Clovis stood up suddenly.
"Sit down." The Marquis glanced at him, his voice not loud, but with a little dignity that a father should have.
Clovis immediately sat down, like the most obedient child.
Clovis's first reaction after sitting down was inexplicable. He knew that he never wanted to sit down and could never sit down to show submission. But it seemed that it had nothing to do with his thoughts, but a direct reaction from his body.
After realizing this, his shock and disbelief only increased. As a warrior, he knew that this kind of physical reaction usually only occurs between two people with huge differences in strength. The momentum of one party can completely
Enveloping and oppressing the other side is like a tiger that can immobilize a rabbit with just its scent. But the person in front of him is just a drunkard with no power to control the chicken. He only knows some small magic at most. As long as he thinks about it, he will draw the sword immediately.
He could have his head removed if he got up, but... Clovis looked at his father's familiar face and tried hard to find something unfamiliar on it.
But the Marquis still looked casual and a little decadent. He looked at his son and continued with a little distress: "You are still too young, but you have been too deeply confused by the muddy things in this world.
Power, fame and fortune, do you really understand what these are? Do you really need these things? Do you understand what the world is like? You don't understand, the world in your eyes is given to you by others. Others envy power,
You fight for status and money, and you even fight for it, and even believe in it. All you do is just to make others admire you and affirm you. You live for others. Life is short, how can you waste your time on this kind of thing?
On boring matters…”
"Because life is so short, we should not waste our time on inexplicable things. We should make immortal achievements so that everyone in this world, this history, and this world will remember your name.
Clovis suddenly glared at the Marquis and retorted fiercely.
This was the first time in his life that he told his father what he was thinking. Before that, he felt that there was no need to say this to such a playboy who was addicted to wine and sex and a prodigal son who did not want to make progress. He was disdainful because the other party would definitely not be able to understand his feelings.
He has great ambitions, just like the maggots writhing in the feces cannot understand the greatness of the eagle overlooking the people. But now he must say it. Because he vaguely felt that this prodigal son he had always despised did not seem to be what he thought.
Something about him made him seem qualified to despise the faith he enshrined in his heart. Now this was not so much a confession as a defense of his own values.
The Marquis looked at Clovis and smiled, as if he had nothing to do with a child who insisted on playing. He shook his head and said: "No need to argue with me, the value of life will never be found in discussion. You
Just do whatever you want to do, devote yourself to your faith with all your heart, force and strength, and see what you can get in the end."
"The harder you climb, the higher you climb. The higher you climb, the more painful it will be to fall. And the more painful it is, the more awake you will be." The Marquis's smile deepened, and even his eyes began to glow with strange waves.
"When you wake up, I will take you to see the real world. I have even made preparations for you. By the way, you haven't practiced magic yet?"
"No..." Clovis shook his head. Although learning magic was very simple for him, he didn't. His master, Captain Roland, said that you can only choose one or the other whether it is sword or magic.
There is no real top master who is proficient in everything. Only by devoting himself to everything and tempering all his spirit and soul into his skills can he reach the top.
"That's good." The Marquis nodded, took out a book from his arms and handed it to Clovis. "This book should be very useful to you. You can practice more on it when you have time. Haha
, I was recently inspired by someone who is considered a friend, and I realized that the things above should be used by people who have not practiced magic. No wonder so many magicians died in the past. I can’t think of the legacy of the greatest magician.
The notes I wrote actually conflict with magic."
"Remember, never lose this book, and don't let others see it. This is a book that will guide you to the true path. You have to practice it well and treat it well. Do you understand?" Marquis?
As he spoke, a small but dazzling light seemed to shine in his eyes. Clovis was stunned and replied: "Yes." Unknowingly, his consciousness fell into a strange haze.
My father's words seemed to be vague and I couldn't remember them clearly as soon as I heard them, but they seemed to be burned into the deepest part of my mind.
"Okay." The Marquis let out a long sigh, stood up, and clapped his hands. "You go and do your work. It's time for me to set off. Things are still waiting for me over there."
It wasn't until the Marquis' figure disappeared at the end of the corridor for a while that Clovis suddenly woke up.
Thinking that he had spent so long talking nonsense with this person who he originally hated so much, Clovis felt that he had completely wasted his precious time. But the conversation just now gave him a very strange feeling. He waved the hand in his hand.
He wanted to throw the book somewhere, but suddenly something wrong came out from somewhere in his heart, so he kept it in his arms.
He took a deep breath and decided not to let these inexplicable accidents disturb his mood, but to concentrate on business. He went out and walked towards the command post of the Royal Guards.
"That's it...this matter must be kept absolutely confidential. Do you understand?" Clovis found the commander of the Royal Guards and told him the details of the search. He finally used a stern expression and polite voice.
He added casually, "Sorry to trouble you, please do it as quickly as possible."
"Wherever it goes, it must be the fastest, it must be the fastest." The commander nodded repeatedly. From an official position, Clovis has no right to mobilize the Guards, but he has a huge background. He is the captain of the Holy Knights.
He is the son-in-law of Duke Mulak... These titles all strongly indicate that even if it is troublesome, it must be done with the same vigor as picking the cheapest.
Taking advantage of local snakes, the Royal Guards only spent half a day interrogating the target's situation and whereabouts from the other prostitutes. The large group of troops dispersed in all directions, and the important witness was exposed early the next morning.