465 Chapter 354: The Shocked Rebecca, This City Will Finally Rise! [3/3]
"Good evening, centaur lady. Rebecca greets you."
Rebecca still maintained enough courtesy, although she didn't know why this unfamiliar hero came at this time.
Noble culture.
Rebecca discovered Emily walked into the house with a slightly embarrassed look.
She then looked at Rebecca with curiosity.
"Good evening, Sister Rebecca... Emily sends her regards."
Her face revealed some excitement as she said that.
"You are from the Ice Empire? Father had said it's freezing at Ice Empire, and it would snow a lot... Sister Rebecca, is it going to snow? What does snow look like?"
The centaur's voice stunned Rebecca when she heard that young, tender tone.
This?
However, she seemed to have thought of something and smiled when she saw that pair of pure and innocent eyes.
"It'll snow. The snow is pure white, like cotton. When the snow is heavy, it will cover the ground. It can make it look like cotton covered the land...
Long-lived races like the elves usually mature until they reach two or three hundred years old.
Could the centaur in front of her was also for a similar reason?
'She looked older, but is she still a child?'
It was impossible to act childish and simple with acting skills. That child-like posture could not be fake.
Emily's eyes were bright.
"That's great! I must ask my father to bring me to the Ice Empire to see the snow...
Children in dry and hot areas would always have a soul-strapping curiosity and yearn for snow...
Rebecca said, a little surprised.
"Father? Your father is... Lord Richard?"
Emily nodded like a chicken that pecked at rice.
"Father is the best to me."
Rebecca's expression was sparingly strange when she saw the lower part of her body that of a horse.
'Lord Richard... He knew how to play.'
But the other party was so young as Rebecca pondered. He could not have a daughter this old.
'This centaur was his adopted daughter?'
It made sense if she thought about it this way.
After all, it was too hardcore if she was her biological daughter.
Rebecca let down her guard and began to chat with her after she confirmed that the centaur was a child.
Not long after that, he began to like this "little guy" who looked sixteen or seventeen years old but still had the mental age of four or five.
Motherly love shrouded her face.
However, the good times didn't last long. Emily suddenly seemed to have thought of something after a chat for half an hour. She smacked her head and exclaimed as she quickly stood up.
"Sister Rebecca, I almost forgot. I still have to go to class. Today is teacher Marne's class. And I'm already late... My teacher is strict. He would hit me with his palm..."
Rebecca looked at the flustered little centaur and instantly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'll go and plead for you... That teacher Marne is your personal teacher?"
"No, teacher Marne is everyone's teacher... We can't stay here any longer. If we're late, we won't be able to find a good seat if the square is full."
'The square?'
It sparingly stunned Rebecca.
This hero with unlimited potential was at... A class in the square?
She suddenly thought of what Onyx had said... Twilight City taught knowledge to every resident.
'Was this for real? The centaur is not lying to her?'
She quickly became very interested.
"Emily, can I go with you to class?"
The little centaur nodded happily.
"Of course! Teacher Marne's lessons are fascinating...
Rebecca did not delay any further after the centaur affirmatively answered. Intense curiosity engulfed the little centaur as she led the guest downstairs.
Rebecca immediately discovered that people filled the small square as they went outside the Lord's mansion.
There was an old white-haired man and a seven or eight-year-old child. An aunt in her forties or fifties and an uncle with calluses on his hands...
This complicated composition of people trembled Rebecca's heart.
All of her companions were dressed neatly and were polite while she was in class.
She had never seen such a scene before.
There was a small high platform on the side of the residential building in the dense crowd.
And a middle-aged man wrote something on the blackened-wooden board...
He turned around and looked at the residents below after he finished writing.
"I'll only recognize these words today! Everyone, please read it out loud..."
Then, the middle-aged man picked up a wooden stick and pointed at one of the words.
They read it out loud.
The residents below immediately followed.
Rebecca looked at the residents of Twilight City while they took notes and read them carefully under the illumination of the lamps made of animal fat.
She was stunned.
Although the reading sounds were uneven, each was heartfelt.
Although the teaching was so shallow, at this moment, those rough hands, old faces, and one look were enough to tell that they were ordinary residents who worked all year round. Their sincere expressions when they read gave her an indescribable impact.
At this moment, she seemed to finally understand why this territory looked so different from the beginning to the end...
It was because the owner of this city treated these unremarkable residents as individuals.
They wouldn't have the right to be human, much less learn if they placed these lower-class residents in other territories.
They could only become the slaves of the lord.
How precious was knowledge? Do you want to learn these tools? In your dreams!
Even the Frostwolf territory was no exception.
Her family would turn the tables on her the next day if she were to learn from Twilight City.
The knowledge that only nobles could master, how could those lowly poor people be worthy? What right did they have…
It was because she knew the cruelty of the rules of this world that she was so shocked when she saw the deep eyes of the unremarkable civilians.
Perhaps, only a lord with such courage could build a remarkable city in a barren desert in just a few months.
Twilight City, Richard ...
Rebecca mumbled to herself a few times before her eyes bloomed with a brilliant light.
She had never been so sure that Richard's name would one day resound throughout the mortal plane.
This city would eventually rise.
