son-in-law of blood

Chapter 42 Wandering Scholar Moore Garcia
"Wandering scholar..."

In the Erudite Guild, Edgeworth could not help but fell into deep thought as he watched the two Hirons who had gone and returned.

"Oh, I remembered, Moore Garcia! If I remember correctly, he should be a wandering scholar who failed as an advanced hell poet!" A moment later, Edgeworth said aloud.

"Then he now..."

Edgeworth nodded and said, "Well, he should live near the city of Kenshen. Wait for me to look through his records. After all, he was once an insider of our guild."

Turning around, he rummaged through the drawers above and below the table. Soon, Edgeworth found a thick booklet, flipped through a few pages, and gave out an address.

"This is the address that Moore registered when he came to receive relief benefits more than two months ago, and he should still live there." Edgeworth said.

"Relief money?" Helen asked in surprise.He didn't expect this wandering scholar to be so miserable.

Edgeworth sighed after hearing the words: "Yes, he has been relying on the relief of our guild to survive these years. Oh, but don't worry, his own strength should still be there , so it shouldn’t be a big problem for you to transfer to a wandering scholar under his guidance.”

Seemingly understanding Hellen's concerns, Edgeworth continued to explain:

"Speaking of which, it is his own fault that Moore has fallen to this point. This person was originally the orphan of a deceased elder in our guild. He has lived in our guild since he was a child and has been exposed to a lot of information. Our original plan was to let him inherit His father's career, as an ordinary erudite believer, took over the work in the guild. But who knew that this young man knew about the profession of Hell Poet from somewhere, and saw the benefits of being able to practice both magic and martial arts, so he insisted on changing his job to Hell poet."

"For this reason, he even wandered around the market in person, and became a punk incognito for several years. He changed his combat profession into a wanderer, and then went to participate in the assessment of the Taoist, and finally changed his job to become a wandering scholar. In the future, I will have the opportunity to advance to become a hell poet who can cultivate both magic and martial arts."

"But hell poets are not so easy to get a job. Moore has worked hard for nearly ten years, but failed to break through the second-order peak and become a hell poet. Slowly, he became disheartened and had no face to see us again. These old people moved to the wilderness outside the city to live in seclusion, and would come to the guild to receive relief money every ten days and a half months. Alas, it's a pity, we were still very optimistic about him..."

Edgeworth was reminded and sighed for a while.

After hearing Edgeworth's narration, Hellen couldn't help but click his tongue. He realized that the profession of Hell Poet is really not that easy to advance. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at Hepburn.

Hepburn pursed her lips and said with a chuckle: "What? Regret it? Don't worry, I guarantee that you will be able to advance successfully. When I was idle in the clan, I worked in almost most of the professions on the mainland. Research, among them is the profession of hell poet. Didn’t I tell you before that the biggest condition that restricts the advancement of this profession is the dark attribute in the blood. After so many days of personal experiments by the princess, your blood must be You are qualified. So don't worry, I will definitely train you to be the most powerful hell poet!"

Helen smiled, shrugged and said, "I'm not worried. Anyway, if you fail to advance, you can compensate me yourself."

"You..." Hearing this, Hepburn's pretty face was quickly stained with a few touches of red, and her slender tenderness went straight to the slender flesh of someone's waist.

"Cough cough!"

Edgeworth coughed twice, interrupting the two who were flirting.

"I'll write a letter in a while, when you find Moore Garcia and give him my personal letter, he will help you, oh, yes, it's best to bring him two more bottles of wine , this kid now only has this hobby..."

"Oh, yes, thank you, Elder Edgeworth!" Helen stopped Hepburn's hand, and quickly bowed to thank him.

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"Acheson Village... There is an old dead tree next to it..."

Hellen took Hepburn, and the two of them took the handwritten letter that Edgeworth gave them, and walked towards the outskirts of Kenshen City according to the address in their hands.

While playing, the two hurried on their way. After walking for about half an hour, they finally arrived at this small village named Acheson.

Then, according to the guidance of several villagers, the two quickly found the bare dead tree and stopped in front of an unusually dilapidated old house.

"It should be here. What's the name of Moore Garcia?" Helen looked around the surrounding environment, uncertain.

"This... this is too shabby, after all, I used to be a seeker of the Erudition Guild, how come I've gotten to this point?" Hepburn also couldn't believe it.

"Oh, forget it, I'll try it and see if I can open the door." He sighed lightly, not knowing whether he was sighing for the harsh living environment, or feeling sorry for Moore Garcia who was about to see him.Helen stepped forward and knocked on the door of the house that was already covered with moss.

"who?"

An old and feeble voice came, and even though he had never studied psychology, Xillen could hear the desperation and helplessness of the owner of the voice from this vicissitudes of life.

"Hello, is this Your Excellency Moore Garcia?" Hellen suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and deliberately used the title of "Your Excellency" which was obviously respectful.

"HIA... HIA... HIA..."

There were several voices of unknown meaning, half laughing, half crying, half crying, from inside the house.

"How many years, the last time I was called your Excellency, it seemed to be a fraudster who was thinking about my relief money. So young man, what do you want to do today? I am a poor and old man, I really don't know What else is worth coveting by you?"

"Elder Edgeworth asked me to come, and I have a letter written by him in my hand." Hellen explained patiently.

"Edgeworth? Oh, since it's him, come in, the door is unlocked." The old man said weakly.

Hellen looked back at Hepburn, stretched out his right hand and slowly pushed open the door.

The creaking sound of the old door when it was opened, the rattling sound of the wooden door on the ground, and the disgusting smell of decay in the house, all of which made Hepburn, who was pampered since childhood, unbearable.

"You go out first, I'll do it alone." Seeing that Hepburn was really suffering, Hellen said.

Hepburn shook her head, took Hellen's arm, and said, "Let's go, I can hold on."

The two stepped into the door, and there was not much furniture in the room, only a few wooden tables put together randomly, like stools and dining tables.The only thing that is more conspicuous should be the thick stacks of books in the distance, which are as high as half a person.It can be seen that this Mur Garcia should usually rely on this pile of books to pass the time.

After looking around for a week, they didn't find Moore's figure, and the two of them really didn't have the courage to sit on these "chairs", so they stood in place like this, Helen said softly: "Your Excellency Moore, we have already entered, you are here where?"

"boom……"

A muffled sound came, and the two of them were startled. After following the sound, they found...

(End of this chapter)