industrial lord

Chapter 94 Ancient History
The summer sun was scorching hot, and the place where the knights competed outside the city was even hotter. A group of people sat together, mixed with all kinds of smells. I am afraid that the sword master would not be able to withstand it.

Fortunately, there was wind, and it was not too small, otherwise the race would not be able to go on.

The tickets that Frederick got belonged to the "VIP seats", and there was an awning above his head to block the sun, and he could find a place to sit after entering the arena.

The best seats were on the opposite side, where the Earl of Ansbach's family was already sitting, some were fanning fans, and some were serving cold and delicious beer.

Frederick just took a look, he knew the family.

The Earl of Ansbach looked rather haggard. His son lost a leg in World War I the year before last and was said to have gone mad.

His second son, who is sixteen or seventeen years old this year, came back from the church last year and became the heir to the title. He looked very high-spirited. It is said that Earl Ansbach wanted to ask King William for a wife of royal blood for him.

The Earl's youngest daughter is thirteen or fourteen years old, and has reached the age of engagement.

Mrs. Ansbach's dress is still as gorgeous as ever, and from a distance it looks like her nickname in the circle of ladies - hydrangea.

Frederick glanced at it and stopped, found a seat with Psyche and sat down, and then found that the person next to him had a double-sided relationship.

"Hey, hello."

"Hello."

"Eat raisins?"

"Thank you, don't eat."

Frederick withdrew his hand and grabbed a few raisins to eat.

Wesson collar is not very suitable for growing grapes. The sweetness of the grapes is not enough to make good wine. Later, someone discovered that making raisins can save the cost of wine making and make more money than selling bad wine.

There was still some time before the start, and Frederick chatted with the little girl next to him: "My name is Charles, and this is my mother Elizabeth. What is your name?"

He subconsciously stroked his hair as he spoke.

"My name is Teresia." The little girl replied, "This is my teacher, Ms. Pontigan."

Frederick got up there and said, "Theresa, where is your family?"

"My family is in Hogwarts, there is a very big castle, and there is a very big lake next to the castle..."

"I'm going to go to Constantbul to learn magic, and when I go home, I will open a magic school in the castle..."

At this moment, Psyche stroked his head and said, "Then every year on the first day of school, I have to make dumplings with the professors in the kitchen."

There are also dumpling-like foods wrapped in thin dough. The fillings and dough shapes are varied. It is said that the priests of the Illuminati Church used two pieces of meat stuffing to secretly eat meat during fasting. The "monk dumplings" wrapped in square dough, there are also jam fillings in the Piast Kingdom, which are also eaten during festivals.

Teresia covered her mouth and laughed, and Pontigan, who was sitting next to her, also smiled.

"Huh?" Pontigan suddenly raised the wide brim of his black pointed witch hat, looked at Earl Ansbach seriously, and whispered, "It's her?"

Frederick looked over curiously, and found that a female magician wearing a dark green witch hat and a robe of the same color appeared behind Count Ansbach.

He turned to Pontigan and asked, "Ms. Pontigan, is she your friend?"

Pontigan answered him with a half-smile: "I met once before, she is the inheritor of the summoner."

Frederick was taken aback when he heard this, what is a summoner?Never heard of it.

Pontigan continued: "Until yesterday, no magician dared to come here to apply for the job. She dared to come, she should have something to rely on."

Frederick has been paying attention to the number of magicians recruited by Earl Ansbach, but there is no news at all. At that time, he thought it was a good job of keeping secrets, but he didn't expect that no one came to apply for the job.

He asked curiously, "Why don't magicians dare to come here? Are they cowards?"

Pontigan smiled at him and said: "Because Wesson owns Baron Wesson and Wessenburg University. Now magicians in the surrounding area can go to Wessenburg University if they want to study, and they can ask Baron Wesson to guide them if they want to make money." It’s much better to be yourself than to risk your life on the battlefield.”

Frederick blinked, feeling that his identity had been found out, but he didn't say anything.

He asked again: "Excuse me, what is a summoner? Can they summon gold coins?"

Pontigan glanced at Psyche and said: "Summoner is a very old profession. It is said that before Ragnarok, the age when the gods were alive. Summoner can go to a place called 'World of Warcraft' through magic. ' Sign a contract with the monsters, and you can summon the contracted monsters to fight with you when you come back."

"It's just that after Ragnarok, the subspace of Warcraft lost contact with us, and the summoners can no longer go there."

Then Psyche said in a voice that they could only hear: "The requirements to become a summoner are very strict. You need to master space magic to go to that place, and you must also be a beast trainer."

"However, this happened a long time ago. After the dusk of the gods, the positions of the various spaces were all chaotic, and some were even destroyed. The summoners could no longer go to that place."

Frederick frowned tightly, what the hell is this Ragnarok?

Pontigan asked Psyche seriously: "Lady Elizabeth, do you know the truth about Ragnarok?"

Psyche said in a low voice: "I'm also looking for the truth, but all the relevant records are only the ones circulating in the sisterhood."

Frederick frowned even tighter. He had heard of the "Witch Sisterhood", but outsiders only knew that it was an organization composed of female magicians with a very long history. They searched around all day long and seemed to be looking for some relics. .

The ancient history that is being circulated now is lived by each church according to their own teachings. The common point is that the world was created by their own gods. Later, because of various human misbehaviors, black demons appeared on the earth and attacked all creatures in the world. Indiscriminate massacres were carried out, and finally the human beings knew their mistakes, and the messengers of God came to kill the boss of the demons. Human beings killed the remaining demons with a heart of repentance, and lived a pious and happy life ever since.

Frederick had never heard of the Summoner and Ragnarok, and at first he thought it was a legend circulating in a small group, but when he found out that Psyche was also paying attention to this matter, he thought it would be difficult.

"Don't think too much," Psyche told him. "It's just some old legend."

Frederick nodded. There is a priority. Now is not the time to study history.

At this time, the sound of horns wafted over the field, and the players who participated in today's knight competition began to enter the field.

(End of this chapter)