Chapter 273: Bachelor's Tower

"Sir, please sit down."

"Thank you, Earl Greyman."

The person in front of him bowed slightly, and sat down on the sofa gracefully and gracefully.

This is a young man with thick glasses, a slightly thin figure, and a blue plain robe.

Paul found a sense of déjà vu in the other person—arrogant but not arrogant, superior but polite.

By the way, it's like the feeling when I first came into contact with two scholars, Ladi Setia or Betty Dias. I clearly feel that the other party has a "condescending" meaning when watching you take you away, but I can't be specific. No matter what you accuse, the other party's demeanor and words are impeccable, and the temperament exuded by them will convince you sincerely.

Paul asked, "Scholar Langdon, I don't know what you're doing here in Northwest Bay?"

The other party called himself Mond Langdon and was also a scholar. This is nothing, the key is that he is from the Imperial Academy Tower of the Gabela Empire, and he has produced the exact identification.

Compared with ordinary scholars, this level of identity is quite different.

The Bachelor's Tower in Gabela's Imperial Capital, just like Harvard in Paul's previous life, is a first-class academic institution in the world. In this era of lack of knowledge, its status is even more unique than the previous one.

Many famous figures in history have studied in it, and countless dignitaries and nobles, even princes and nobles, rushed to send their children there in order to be coated with a layer of shiny golden lacquer.

It would be even more important if you obtained the title of bachelor in it. No matter whether you were born in a nobleman, a commoner, or even a slave family, as long as you have the title of Bachelor of the Tower of Scholars, you are a guest of honor in the courts of all countries.

Of course, the standards for recruiting people in the Bachelor's Tower are also strict. For a rural lord in a remote area like the former Greiman family, it is probably quite difficult to send someone in.

The name of the Scholar's Tower is well-known even in the Northwest Bay. When the servant reported that such a person had come to visit, he was shocked. Paul didn't dare to neglect, and worked hard to entertain this guest.

"Your Earl is joking, I haven't graduated yet, so I'm not qualified to be named [Bachelor]."

After hearing Paul's name for himself, Mond's face rarely showed a trace of panic.

Paul smiled and complimented him: "Haha, sooner or later there will be, sooner or later there will be."

I can tell by your hairline, it's already starting to cheer for your bachelor title.

Mond's face was slightly flushed, and there was a hint of shyness in his expression: "The reason why I came to disturb the Earl is because I have something to ask."

"Oh?" Paul was surprised, with the energy of your seniors or [alumni], do you still need to beg me? What can I do if they can't handle it?

"My lord, please listen to me from the beginning."

"Okay, then tell me."

Mond Langdon narrated.

"My teacher traveled to the Northwest Gulf 10 years ago and met a commoner boy in a fishing village along the coast. He thought that child was very smart, so he decided to take him in as a student."

"It's just that his parents were reluctant to leave their side with such a young child, so the teacher made an agreement with them to pick him up to study in Gabela when the child grows a little."

"In the past 10 years, the teacher and I have visited him several times in the Northwest Gulf, and also sponsored him to complete his enlightenment education. I am here this time to take him to the capital of Gabela for further studies."

Paul was very surprised when he heard this. Whose child is so lucky? It is no longer a simple matter of smoke from the ancestral grave, it is simply breathing fire.

Although the Bachelor's Tower, like the church, advertises that it does not care about its origin, but the reality is always far from the ideal. It costs money to engage in academics, and scholars also need to eat and drink. In addition to the regular grants from the Gabela royal family, they receive a large amount of social donations every year. Due to various reasons, in this institution, the children of high-ranking officials and noble families accounted for the vast majority, and there were very few people of real civilian background.

It's really... this is really... why didn't such a good thing happen to me, just because I met a bachelor once?

Paul made a surprised expression: "It turns out that we have received such a noble person as your teacher in a remote place like the Northwest Bay. So do you need my help to find this child? Alas? Strange, didn't you come here in the middle?" How many times have you seen it? Have they moved?"

Mont Langdon hesitated: "It's not... just... just..."

"If you have something to say, it's okay to say it."

Mond said in a low voice: "My lord, this child... is now in your prison."

Shut up in my dungeon? What's the matter? Did the little brat learn badly? It's really stupid not to cherish such a good chance.

Seeing Paul's slightly surprised expression, Mond further explained: "My lord, the village where he lives has been cooking salt for generations. Not long ago..."

Mond groaned at the end, but Paul already understood what was going on.

"What's his name?"

"It's a boy named [Kevin], if I remember correctly, he should be almost 16 now."

"Kevin..." Paul repeated the name over and over again.

He soon remembered that this kid was very high on the list of 50 people, and the report said that he was the direct cause of the riot.

Kevin was the first to see through Baden's so-called "war tax" lie, and then encouraged the villagers to go to Baden to discuss an explanation, and finally even wanted to bargain with Baden, in exchange for Baden's lesser charge on the condition that he would not report him. Tax~www.readwn.com~ At first, Paul couldn’t believe it when he saw this place. Is this knowledgeable and courageous really a 15-year-old kid? Now I understand a little bit, it turns out that this kid is really extraordinary.

Paul smiled playfully, and asked in a bad tone: "Mr. Scholar, are you trying to get someone out of my cell?"

"Uh...that's how it is."

Paul spread his hands: "Oh! This makes me embarrassed, do you know how much trouble this kid caused me?"

It's completely different from the enthusiastic attitude just now.

Mond blushed: "Your Majesty, I know that this is indeed a merciless request, but please let the lord let him go because he is still young. Moreover, it seems that the source of the incident is also because of the taxpayer's For being rich and unkind, there was nothing unreasonable in what Kevin did at the beginning, but the development of the situation has exceeded his ability to control. I believe that this child was also coerced by other people later on."

Hmph, it turns out that it has been investigated.

"Mr. Scholar, no matter what the reason is, no matter whether he was coerced or not, what he did has violated my law after all. He can report to the Lord's Mansion after seeing through the lies of the taxpayer at the beginning! Just because of your words If you let him go, don’t I not enforce the law strictly in the eyes of others? Where is my prestige as a lord? I have severely punished Baden.”

"This…"

Paul intentionally or unintentionally kneaded the thumb and index finger of his right hand together: "If you think about it again, what's the point?"

"this…"

"Cough! If...if...letting him go makes me gain more than I lose..."

What a nerd, Paul hinted desperately.

Mond seems to have figured it out.

"My lord, let him go, and you will gain the friendship of the scholar's tower."