I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 85 Memory Memes and History

Having said that, Ron had to admit that Mr. Harden's storytelling ability was indeed outstanding, and if it were in a high-end place like Pink Rose, it would indeed be worth the price.

However, at this moment, Ron had no intention of introducing him to similar places, as his mind was completely occupied by the content of the speech.

Most abnormalities occur for a reason, such as the "brain replacement scalpel".
According to speculation within the Stardust Society, it was because the surgeon, Sealan Valentine, was too eager to save his only daughter.
Somehow, he gained access to a "forbidden truth" closely related to surgical knowledge.

Although brain transplantation is very bloody and weird, it can indeed achieve the goal of saving the only daughter.

This is the human thirst and persistence for knowledge.

Of course, this is only a minority, but it is also inseparable from the credit for limiting most knowledge.

"Hey, I'm also a Winter, with pure blood, why don't you give me money!"

Seeing Ron take out a Golden Lion so easily, Amber, who was hiding behind him, angrily hit the boy's shoulder.

Why are we both beggars, but I am worth three pieces of black bread and he is worth a golden lion?

"Don't make trouble."

Ron slapped the girl's hand away, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became connected.

Winter County is located on the border of this continent. Backed by the polar sea, it is covered with ice and snow all year round and supplies are extremely scarce.

In other words, if there is a force that can control most of the kingdom's food, clothing, housing and transportation, what Mr. Harden said is not impossible to achieve.

But, how is this possible?

Not to mention the Stardust branch stationed in Winter, if such a situation occurred, news would definitely be reported back to the capital.

The Kingdom Army and the Knights Templar are not just here to eat and do nothing.

Yes, I remember a few days ago, the Logistics Department received news from Winter County that there was a rebellion.
Thinking of this, Ron suppressed his thoughts, drank the last sip of beer, and then looked at Mr. Harden who was crying loudly.

"I recently received news that there are rebels in Wintershire. Did you know?"

"Rebels? Great! I didn't expect that six years later, new Winter People would rise up in rebellion!"

Mr. Harden's tears stopped abruptly, and he looked at Ron in surprise who donated military funds to him.

He felt that this guy was a good person who was more reliable than his compatriots.

What does it mean that six years have passed?

Ron was stunned for a moment, glanced at the Winter local next to him, saw her shake her head blankly, and then looked away.

As if sensing Amber and Ron's suspicious gazes, Mr. Harden quickly explained:

"My friend, you may not know how far it is from here in the middle of winter. I could only rely on the help of my compatriots to reach the capital bit by bit."

"Rely on the help of fellow countrymen?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Harden smiled frankly, fully confident that Ron hadn't concealed anything. "Only with two Winter People present at the same time can I confirm that the surrounding environment is safe."

So, in other words, your "cognitive pollution" is only possible when two Winter People are present at the same time.

You didn't rush from the winter to the capital step by step in this way, did you?

Ron suddenly realized the operating mechanism of "cognitive pollution" called Harden.

Strictly speaking, he has now completed most of his investigation tasks.

But the blond boy didn't relax at all.

Because the information from Mr. Harden's mouth was too horrifying.

He couldn't imagine how many people would die if it was true.

"Boss, don't listen to his nonsense. I'm from Winter, don't I know? I think he just wants to cheat you out of your money."

At this time, Amber on the side nudged Ron's shoulder again.

"I came from my hometown to the capital to make a living, but I've never heard of such a thing."

The blond boy nodded after hearing this. There was no reason for him to distrust a normal person and instead believe an abnormal person who suddenly appeared.

But in the next second, Ron's body suddenly froze. His clever brain seemed to have thought of something, and he quickly asked:

"Amber, how old are you?"

"16 years old, the same age as you, so what?" The girl blinked in confusion.

Hearing this, Ron did not pause and asked again:
"How long have you, Hanus, and Laurie known each other?"

He cautiously didn't ask how long Amber had been in the capital, but instead mentioned the two orphans she'd been living with. "It's rare that a big shot like you still remembers them." The girl with pale blue hair was stunned for a moment, then frowned. "It's been three years, right? Is there anything wrong with that?"

Ron almost laughed out loud when he heard this silly question.

Got a problem? Big problem!
"Amber, are you saying that you traveled thousands of miles from the dead of winter to the capital to make a living at the age of thirteen?"

"Your eighty-year-old mother is leaving you alone!"

This is also a point that Ron, who has no parents, has always ignored.

Moreover, 13 years old is the age for going to school. Some middle-class families with certain conditions will choose to let their children go to school. Only poor families or families that are not doing well will let their children give up going to school and enter the society to work as soon as possible.

There is no mandatory nine-year compulsory education in the laws of the Kingdom of Oran.

Thinking of this, Ron seemed to realize something and quickly took out a neatly folded piece of letter paper from his pocket.

Looking at the fluent and neat handwriting of Xiujuan, his handsome eyebrows frowned deeper and deeper.

This doesn't look like the handwriting of a girl from a poor family.

"You can read? Who taught you all this, Amber?"

Ron asked immediately, and the light blue-haired girl realized that something was wrong. She swallowed and stammered:

"Of course I learned it!"

"Where did you learn it?"

"I, I forgot. Why are you so fierce? Can't it be that I am gifted?"

Miss Amber was clearly unconvinced.

Gifted?

How dare you say it!
Ron fell silent, speechless for a while.

Even if he had the knowledge of two lifetimes, plus a proficiency cheat, he would not dare to say that he was born to know the characters of this world.

The problem now has gone beyond the investigation mission itself and is beyond Ron's expectations.

Amber's memory and external behavior are full of logical conflicts, and what Mr. Harden said is even more unbelievable.

When the two of them get together, there's always a strange sense of incongruity.

Ron felt as if the world was a huge game, and the logical contradiction between one person and one anomaly was like a bug left after a problem was corrected.

If this is the case, the programmer behind it is really unprofessional.

However, Ron did not act rashly. He looked at "Cognitive Pollution" who was holding the golden lion in a daze.

"Mr. Harden, I think the situation you describe is extremely serious. I know someone very important. If I could tell her what happened, the kingdom would definitely send troops to quell the rebellion."

"Really? My friend, that's wonderful!"

Harden's weather-beaten face showed obvious joy, and he subconsciously sorted out his equipment without saying anything.

After saying that, Ron turned to look at Amber and said, "Pack your things and follow me."

At this moment, Miss Amber, whose memory logic was exposed by Ron, turned extremely pale and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Combined with the girl's appearance and temperament, one can't help but feel the desire to protect her.

She asked pitifully:

"Boss, I, I'm not some rich girl who was framed and ended up here, losing my memory, am I?"

Ron was slightly startled by these words, and suddenly thought of Princess Catherine.

There's a reason why these two get together.
No, it’s already this time and I’m still thinking about this!

At this moment, extremely heavy breathing sounds suddenly came from outside the quiet tavern.

Mr. Harden's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He stopped Ron, who wanted to set off immediately to find Olivia, and said in a deep voice:
"My people, it is the voice of the wolves. They are powerful and dangerous."

"Our army fought these monsters, but we couldn't kill them!"

boom--

The walls of the tavern were suddenly smashed down by a huge force, and in the dust, there were monsters walking upright with hard black hair all over their bodies.

The fierce eyes reflected a faint green light, and the thick claws emitted a dark luster, which showed at first glance that they contained a strong poison.

Those were werewolves, lots of werewolves!
(End of this chapter)