Chapter 3 Memphitos
Memphitos is the name of a giant beast in the sea. Legend has it that this sea beast has the head of an elephant, the body of a giant dragon, and wings on its back. It can fly into the sky and enter the sea. It often sets off huge waves from the deep sea, but this is just According to legend, no one has ever seen it, and now a city named after Memphitos appears in front of Sean.
Memphitos was only upgraded to a city by the Kingdom of Sutirt two years ago, and its background is still shallow. It is far from grand at present, but this is just the beginning.
With the Montel family flag leading the way, Sean's sailboat entered the port directly without waiting for a long time. After actually walking into the city of Memphitos, Sean truly felt the city's vitality, which was like a burning flame, emitting scorching light and heat.
Through the glass carriage window, looking at the people coming and going and the goods passing by on the main street of Memphitos, Sean's handsome face showed a thoughtful look. It was obvious that Memphitos, as a pioneering city, had a long history. It is extremely abnormal for such a scene to be formed in just a few years. The intervention of various major forces is indispensable behind the scenes.
"The demonic tide is about to rise. It seems that the major forces in Sutirte have reached a certain consensus, at least on the development of the New World."
As the first heir to the Montel family, Sean clearly understands that it is not easy to do this. As an old kingdom, Sutilt has a small land area, but its industry and commerce are very developed. Various forces are intertwined. On the surface, there are the royal family, major nobles, and the church of gods, but secretly, there are various organizations and cults, large and small.
With so many forces, contradictions are inevitable. After all, the cake is so big. The most obvious ones are the contradiction between royal power and divine power, the contradiction between the royal family and the great nobility, the contradiction between the powerful fiefdom aristocrats and the emerging commercial aristocracy, and the contradiction between the orthodox religion and the evil cult. etc.
Under such circumstances, the major forces can reach a certain consensus, which shows that they attach great importance to the new continent or the coming of the demonic tide.
Thinking of these things, Sean felt inexplicably heavy, as if he was about to be drowned by the rolling waves.
At this moment, Sean had a deeper understanding of what this body's father, Count Histon Montel, the contemporary head of the Montel family, said to him before he left.
You must know that the Montel family did not send him, the first heir, to the New World to develop the land, or in other words, this was not his first goal, to use the New World's stronger magic and more extraordinary powers. It is fundamental to use resources to improve his own strength as soon as possible.
"Decentralization, transcendence, strength."
All kinds of thoughts kept popping up in his mind. Amidst the clatter of horse hooves, Sean arrived at a small manor owned by the Montel family in the eastern part of Memphitos, which is also the aristocratic district.
Relatively speaking, Sean himself is very satisfied with this manor with the style of a foreign continent.
After saying goodbye to Sir Link and agreeing to go to the black market together, Sean could finally relax his tired body.
Although the body of a first-level wizard is much stronger than that of ordinary people, it is ultimately limited. The more than four months of life at sea is really too much for Sean.
After taking a comfortable bath under the maid's service, Sean slept until dawn.
The next day, Sean was in high spirits and rarely put on complicated aristocratic clothes. This took him about half an hour, but it was necessary. After all, he was about to visit Memphitos. The nominal master of the city.
Arriving at the city hall in a gorgeous carriage, Sean had a smooth meeting with the current mayor of Memphitos, Assim Bensain, because he had handed in his greeting card in advance.
Of course, the smoothness is only on the surface. At least Sean felt two waves of scrutiny. But if you think about it carefully, this is normal. After all, as the nominal controller of Memphitos, Asim Bansin's safety is very important.
Under the guidance of his secretary, Sean walked into the office and met the target of his trip.
Looking at the man in front of him who is slender, even a little skinny, with silver hair carefully styled, with golden eyes, holding a quill in hand and working on documents with his head down, Sean can't help but recall in his mind Information collected by the Montel family.
Asim Bansain, 43 years old, a branch of the royal family of the Kingdom of Sutilt, a court earl, a former minister of the interior, a third-level orthodox knight, who practices the secret "Iron-blooded Banner" stored in the royal family, and has combat power Powerful, it is estimated that his abilities are comparable to those of ordinary fourth-level potion professionals.
To be honest, Asim's real image is very different from what Sean imagined based on the information. Sean thought that under the current circumstances, he could use the cruel training process of "Iron-Blooded Battle Banner" to reach the third level. To this extent, Asim is not only a big man with a sinister face, but also a knight with strong limbs and a cold temperament. He never expected that he turned out to be a scholar with a gentle temperament.
"What? Does Sir Sean have any doubts?"
At some point, Asim put down the quill in his hand and looked up at Sean, his golden pupils, a symbol of the royal family, gleaming with a gentle smile.
Sean, who was a little distracted when he heard this, showed a just right smile on his lips, put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly and said:
"Salute to you Count Asim."
Under normal circumstances, Sean should call Asim Earl Bansine, but Bansine is a royal family, and only the king can represent Bansine in Sutilt, so he can only call him Earl Assim.
"I don't have any doubts. I was just a little distracted. After all, your current image is quite different from what I imagined before."
"Oh, well, it seems that I have disappointed Sir Sean."
With a gentle tone, Asim looked at Sean who spoke frankly and admitted that he was distracted. The smile in Asim's eyes grew stronger, and he even teased Sean a little.
Without waiting for Sean to reply, Asim then spoke:
"Sir Sean, please sit down and talk."
With that said, Asim walked out from behind the desk.
Hearing this, Sean didn't refuse and went straight to the sofa nearby and sat down.
He took out a bottle of wine from the wine rack, opened the bottle neatly, and poured a glass for Sean and himself.
"Try it. Memphitos' specialty blue flame is not as good as the Montel family's beauty under the moon, but it still has a different flavor."
Sean took it and took a sip. It was cold in the mouth and slightly astringent, and then a burning sensation rose from his abdomen. It was indeed a unique wine.
In the next hour, Sean and Asim had a cordial conversation about wine, the glory of the royal family and the Montel family.
After walking out of the city hall and getting into the gorgeous carriage, the smile that had been hanging on the corner of Sean's mouth suddenly disappeared. Although nothing was said in the hour-long chat, Asim's attitude showed everything. Regarding Sean's arrival, He is welcoming, at least for now.
After confirming Asim's attitude, although Sean had expected it, he still breathed a sigh of relief. Next, he only needed to deal with some trivial matters before he could return to the green fields of the Montel family's pioneering land in the New World.