807: Chapter 37 The Future of Hotown (Updated with w characters, asking for monthly pass!)_3 807: Chapter 37 The Future of Hotown (Updated with w characters, asking for monthly pass!)_3 So lowly reduced and yet still driven out of the laboratory, confined to just eight hours at the Alchemy Workshop each day.
Who among the craftsn would respect Ambur?
How can he manage all the affairs of the Alchemy Workshop?
Steward Moda had long known Ian, aware that the other was a warm-hearted good Knight, but there’s a world of difference between a good knight and a good Lord.
Especially when suppressing the forr Lord’s officials is sothing a good Lord ought to do.
“You’re not afraid of death and are full of confidence, never feeling that you will be buried in oblivion…
What other choices do I have but to let you go?”
With a wave of his hand, Steward Moda leveraged his own child’s arm to stand up.
“Why fear death…”
Roland, helping his father, muttered.
He had studied chanical alchemy and Inscriptions with a Scholar in the Falling Star Hills until the upheaval of the Forr Leyan Territory made him return to take care of the elderly.
Originally, Roland had planned to continue his studies in the Imperial Capital when his father’s condition improved.
But unexpectedly, that Alchemy Genius Ian whom he had heard of in the Falling Star Hills was coming to his hotown to beco the Lord!
—Sister Huai Guang above, what a godsend.
How could anyone not seize such an opportunity?
Without a second thought, he imdiately signed up for the tax officer exam, regardless of his lack of experience.
With his knowledge, even if he didn’t do well as a tax officer, he could always teach—first and foremost was to get connected; who knows, maybe later Ian could give him so guidance.
Little did he know, this angered his father, who finally relaxed and agreed to let him take the exam at the city hall after much persuasion.
Moda, with his overly frank younger son, was a bit troubled.
It was clear that Ian was an extrely cunning Lord; his exposure of the Baron’s serious cris barely a day and a night after coming to Leyan Territory was evidence enough, and his decisive actions against the upper class of Leyan City and the thunderous approach towards the Mountain People showed his skillful thods.
Working under such a person, it was best not to have any ideas of your own and just follow orders diligently.
Could his impulsive son et Ian’s standards?
Steward Moda was pessimistic.
But he did not plan to dissuade Roland.
The old man could see, Roland would not heed his advice.
If he didn’t allow his son to use their family status to take the exam, the boy would go with a false identity—the complications would be even greater then.
Moreover…
He was dying.
Turning his head, the old man looked towards his tightly closed window.
His room had no open windows, and he hadn’t left the house in a long ti because Moda feared that once he opened the window and stepped outside, he would see a completely unfamiliar city.
The old man knew that with the arrival of a new Lord, everything would be turned upside down, and all the streets and mories he cherished from the past would vanish into thin air.
Most importantly, he was afraid.
Afraid that he would start doubting, fearing that all his mories were illusions, all false…
He was close to death, Steward Moda was well aware of that.
Taking dicine every day would only extend his life by a few months at most.
He was dying of a broken heart, not because his natural life was at its end.
—If only he had listened to Sister Huai Guang’s advice and joined them to recuperate at the Holy Mountain to treat his heart condition…
But what was the point in living?
Unable to distinguish reality from falsehood, without the legacy he had fought for his entire life.
Steward Moda did not want to see the new city outside, because he wanted to keep all the mories of the past in his mind, to die with the mories of the Old Leyan Territory…
Only then could he rest in peace.
But…
Still, he wanted to know…
Shaking his head, Steward Moda spoke softly, his voice so low that Roland couldn’t hear clearly.
“Father?”
Roland looked down and then he heard the old man murmuring, “Consider it for .”
“Roland, if you really want to et the new Lord.”
The young man turned his head, locking eyes with a pair of old, muddled eyes, their owner nearly at death’s door, who said to him in a frail voice: “Then go on my behalf.”
“See what he will turn this city, this territory…
into, the holand where I have lived my entire life…”
“Yes, father.”
Hearing this, Roland, who had always kept a smile on his face not to worry his father, finally showed a solemn expression.
He nodded seriously, holding his father’s hand: “I’ll go look for you.”
“To see…
the future of our holand.”
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