The little girl poked her head out of the door, looking at the three carriages parked at the door with a little nervousness and nine-point curiosity. The large carriages hanging with the aristocratic emblem seemed out of place with this block, but it was much better than parked on Sturgeon Street. Some people living in the Cross Street were already attracted and watched from a distance, but no one dared to get too close to the mighty soldiers wearing black steel light armor and dark blue medal burqa standing beside the carriage. The black steel swords with strange triggers and runes on their waists were daunting. For the residents of the Cross Street, such soldiers must not be provoked.

From the house, my mother's shout came, "Pepe! Don't keep the door open! Come back quickly!"

The little girl finally looked at the soldier standing near the door of the house reluctantly. The heroic soldier wearing a strong and stern gaze noticed the girl's gaze and nodded to her with a kind smile.

The little girl exclaimed softly, turned around and ran home quickly.

"The Duke ordered me to return to the capital to recruit a group of mages," Santis explained to his parents the reason for his sudden return home. "I am not living at home, and I will go to the Duke's Mansion on Crown Street in the future."

The middle-aged couple had figured out what was going on and calmed down, but they still looked at Santis in a woven robe with some disbelief, as if they couldn't believe that this young man with high spirits was their son who went to the dark mountains and was supposed to suffer outside. Their eyes could not help but be on the person beside Santis, and the mother said, "They are..."

"Hello, madam, I am Gipley, a wizard apprentice who is loyal to the Cecil family, and I serve as the assistant of Mr. Santis according to the Duke's order."

"Pearce, a guard."

Two operators who graduated from the Military Security Intelligence Agency introduced themselves according to their identity and personality settings, but Santis, who was sandwiched in the middle, was obviously not very adaptable to this atmosphere. The young arcane quickly broke the slightly stiff situation. "Where is Miles?"

Miles is his younger brother and the second child of the family.

"Milles went to the Cobbler," said his father. "There is no work to do in winter. He found a job to help the nobles tanned leather."

Santis nodded - although it was almost impossible for civilians to find jobs in winter outside of Cecil's territory, this place was the capital after all, and the nobles would need some servants to do their jobs in winter. These scattered work is a great reward for civilians who are struggling to survive, so even if these work can be paid very little, everyone rushed to do it.

However, as his eyes swept across the main hall of his home, the young arcane's brow frowned slightly.

"Didn't I send money home three times?" he said with a frown. "Even if it's not enough to move to the better Felton neighborhood, you should repair the doors and windows and expand the stove... Why is this still?"

Santis's father works as a chef in a noble family, and his mother is a herbalist. This family already belongs to the wealthy class among the common people. Their family actually had the opportunity to move to a better "high-level neighborhood" many years ago. However, in order to send Santis to the mage association, the family spent all their savings and lost the opportunity to move and "promote". This is also what Santis felt the biggest debt to his family after failing to attack the third-level mage, so he settled in Cecil.

The first thing he did after obtaining a stable income was to save the money and send it to his home. According to his estimate, with Duke Gowan's generosity, he only had to save two or three years to move his family to Felton Street, where conditions were better. However, when he went home and took a look, he found that the family was still in the dilapidated look, his parents were still wearing patched clothes at home, and his father's only good clothes were probably the "chef uniform" he wore when he went to work at the noble family.

What about the money sent home?

Hearing his son's questions, the middle-aged couple looked at each other with a gloomy face. After two or three seconds of embarrassing silence, the father said, "The family conditions were going to get better... But before winter began, your brother fell ill."

The mother continued, "The herbs cannot cure him, so we took him to the Church of Holy Light. The pastor of the church said that he was cursed by the cultists, and because his faith in the Lord was not firm, he could not resist those evil forces...

"The pastor performed an exorcist ceremony for him and sprinkled holy water, and finally cured Miles. But because your father believed in the god of business, the pastor of the Holy Light Church said that someone in his family believed in a strange god and was cursed by cults was guilty, so he had to pay the 'synthes money' to bring your brother back.

My father shook his head, as if he was full of guilt for implicating his family because of his "misconduct", "The atonement money originally had to be paid one-third to one-half of the property. Without mortgaged the property, he almost had to take away all the property from the family. Fortunately, the Earl of Taot, who I served, came forward and said a few good words. And you still have a name in the Mage Association, so the church reduced a part of the atonement money... But the money that was originally reserved for repairing the house before winter was gone."

Santis's face gradually became gloomy.

He clenched his fists, and he never knew how to get angry, and felt anger for the first time.

Pierce and Gipley, who were standing behind him, exchanged glances quietly.

The two operators silently recorded everything they saw and heard in their hearts, and then Jipley stepped forward and whispered in Santis's ear, "Don't forget the purpose of our coming here, Mr. Santis---Duke will remember everything that happened here for you."

Santis took a deep breath and looked at his parents firmly, "I'm here to pick you up to Cecil."

"Go to the Dark Mountains?" My mother was shocked.

"It's the Cecil," Santis corrected seriously, "the Dark Mountains are just a place, and the Cecil is a happy land there. Father, mother, don't believe the superstitious rumors about the Dark Mountains, which were indeed desolate, but the Duke of Cecil has built it into a safe, rich, stable home, where the houses are stronger and warmer than the King, and every inch of the land there is watered with druid potion, and fertile as the best land in the Holy Spirit Plain, and Cecil's powerful army makes the entire territory extremely safe-you will definitely live better there than in the King."

"We have seen your description in the letter, and that's all true?" The mother looked at Santis' eyes in disbelief, and then said, "But here in the capital..."

"This city is not worth nostalgic. It never regards its people as people," Santis felt that his words were easy to use. "We have no land here. Even if there is a house, the church can find a reason to take it away at any time. It is better for the whole family to follow me to Cecil. I am now the lord's consultant, and the lord also ask me to teach in the academy he established. Mother, you can go to the alchemist factory after you go there, where you need herbalists who can identify various herbal ingredients. Father, you can go to the lord's mansion, where you need a chef, where you can go to the academy, where you can go to school, where you can go to the mechanical manufacturing institute, and you can go to a great craftsman with wisdom to learn how to make machines... Our whole family can live a decent life there."

The couple looked at me and looked at you. Obviously, it was a very difficult decision for them to leave the place where they lived for half their lives. However, Santis's words still touched them. Seeing this, Santis immediately continued, "I am going back this time to recruit a group of scholars to build a territory by the order of the lord, and also to take over the families of the craftsmen who went to Cecil to lead the family. Those craftsmen have long made up their minds to take over the family, so I am not the only one who made this decision."

"...I'm going to say goodbye to Count Taut first," Santis's father finally nodded, "I can't leave like this."

Santis's mother glanced at her husband in a little surprised "Jon?"

"Son is right, we should try life elsewhere," said the father gritted his teeth. "Last week... the McIntosh family was taken away from the town's fields and barns because they believed in the goddess of the night and were unwilling to change their faith. My dear, I feel uneasy, the atmosphere in the city is changing, and we'd better take this opportunity to leave here."

My mother, who has been accustomed to following her husband's arrangements, lowered her head and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

An hour later, after his younger brother who came home and told his family about the arrangements, Santis returned to the carriage with the Cecil family emblem. Three carriages drove through the Cross Street, which had been a history of more than two hundred years, turned a corner in the square, and headed towards Crown Street in the central area of ​​the royal capital.

"Where should we start?" Jipley, who had been to the royal capital, asked Santis modestly about her opinion. Although she was so eloquent and trained by the Military Intelligence Bureau, she decided to listen to the experience of "local snakes" first in this strange environment.

"I will write to friends who I know and meet the conditions. The 'Handyman Association' can hire senders, and they can deliver the letter to anywhere in the city of San Sunil within a day. In addition, a messenger will be sent to the wizard association later, using the Duke's badge as a certificate, and you can publish the news of recruiting wizards. Miss Giple, please also ask you to take the Duke's certificate documents to the 'Scholar Hall' next to the Silver Castle. There is an organization of scholars from the capital. You can publish information there to recruit scholars. Perhaps they will be interested in the relics of Gondor excavated by Cecil and the rare animals and plants in the dark mountains..."

Santis assigned tasks one by one, and finally he paused and turned to "Quick Leg" Pierce. "Mr. Pierce, please go to the Craftsmen Association. There is no need for any certificates. You can spend an Ansu silver shield to publish a message to recruit craftsmen, mainly recruit rune craftsmen and skilled institution teachers, and publish the message according to the rewards of the 'magic technician' in the territory. In addition, it should be noted that the recruited craftsmen will be trained in Cecil, but even during the apprenticeship, they can get two-thirds of the rewards. I believe that Cecil's income from leading the magic technician is enough to make many people excited."

Gipley looked at Santis with a calm and well-organized expression seriously, and suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Santis, you seem to have changed a little."

"Is there?" Santis was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It's probably because I finally know the meaning of Lord Duke sending me here..."
Chapter completed!