Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

In the early morning of the next day, Heber walked out the door carrying a black briefcase.

The sign of Fox Baihe Thrift Store had been taken down. Heber stared at the bare wall with some melancholy for a while, then turned around and left without any more nostalgia.

Precious's van was parked on the other side.

When Heber walked over and opened the car window, he found that there was a person sitting in the front seat whom he had never seen.

She stared at the man, her eyes showing no emotion, but this made the man feel a little uneasy.

"What's going on?" Heber's tone was inarticulate. "After we finished the meeting yesterday, you, Madam Boss, went and dragged them into this again?"

Mordred was sitting in the back seat of the car, his eyes a little evasive.

Heber had no choice but to confirm. She hadn't expected that the restaurant's lobby manager would show up even after she had clearly stated that she didn't intend to drag anyone else into this.

Although she was also riding on Priss's coattails, how could she change the agreed-upon matters overnight?

"Sister, you misunderstood." Precious waved her hand, "I wasn't the one who found him."

"What do you mean?" Heber frowned.

"It's simple. To get from London to Branquage, I need to use my connections. Once there, I must abide by the laws established by the Lord of Branquage, which requires purchasing a piece of land," Precious explained. "As you know, I need a piece of land to build my own workshop. Coincidentally, I received news last night—"

"Someone was going to sell a large piece of land in Brancog at a discount. When the other party learned that I was in London, they asked me to discuss the details with her client."

Precious nodded in the direction of Mordred and said, "This is the client of the land seller."

What a bizarre development... Heber hesitated and tried to reorganize his words.

"The client will also go to Brancugar with us?"

Since the contract is to be signed, the account must be signed naturally. There is no reason for the client to go along.

"Well, that's it." Mordred raised his hand somewhat stiffly.

Heber narrowed his eyes: "Please speak."

"The client is my mother." Mordred's gaze shifted slightly to the left. "She's on her way to London now... but there's a rule in Branquage that says 'only those who own land can reside here,' and I suspect my mother will have to return to Branquage sooner or later."

"So before that, I have to help my mother occupy a piece of land first, so that she won't have no way to get in when she wants to come back."

Heber's eyes instantly became full of awe.

What a filial child.

Many classic stories of filial piety instantly emerged in the young shop owner's mind, and she looked at Mordred with respect and reverence.

"If that's your reason, then I have no objection." Heber extended his hand toward Mordred. "Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

Modred stared at the hand with a wavering look in his eyes.

What she said was certainly true, but if the truth is withheld, it can still have the effect of a lie. This was the warning of a certain court sorcerer.

Morgan told her to stay in the restaurant and not to move, but Mordred was never a well-behaved child.

"Mother, I have my own ideas and things to do." Mordred made this judgment. "I can't turn a blind eye to the treasure I've been pursuing... So I'm sorry, mother, I have to disappoint you again."

She did indeed sign a contract with Precious to transfer the ownership of the land according to Morgan's instructions; she also did use this reason to redeem part of the land.

But Mordred did it for himself.

Mordred held out his hand: "Just call me Xiao Mo."

Whether Hebe was Merlin or not, she wasn't going to let it go.

After getting in the car, Heber saw a green lynx lying on the passenger seat.

"What's the cat's name?" Hebe asked.

"Kelsey." Prissise replied.

Hebe controlled his expression and reached out to pinch Lynx's face.

Kal'tsit opened her eyes lazily and slapped away Heber's restless hands.

This is a kitten with its own ideas. Heber looks forward to the day when Priss's technology is advanced enough to turn Kal'tsit into a human.

Priss's steering wheel was steady, and the van was moving smoothly. Heber glanced to his side and saw Modred leaning against the window in a daze, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Xiao Mo... Oh, I really don't know what I was thinking." Heber laughed at himself and opened the book at hand.

It was a World History.

Hebe opened its title page and saw Egypt in the table of contents.

She quietly turned to the page and read the words on it.

"Nitocris, the last pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty of Ancient Egypt. During the Nineteenth Dynasty, this female pharaoh was regarded as a deity and widely worshipped. There are countless murals and sculptures depicting her..."

"Khnum, a ram god worshipped since the Second Dynasty, was abolished by Ramses II during the 19th Dynasty. It's said that Ramses II's chancellor, Hesharif, once called himself Khnum..."

"Ramesses II, known as 'Ozymandias' during the Ptolemaic dynasty, was the most powerful pharaoh in Egyptian history. He led both religious and political reforms. The former was primarily reflected in the elimination of polytheism, while the latter was manifested in his temporary abolition of the pharaonic system and his self-proclaimed 'Red King.'"

According to ancient Egyptian legend, Ramses II ruled for approximately three hundred years. Modern historians have determined that his reign lasted between thirty and fifty years. Toward the end of his reign, Egypt's climate underwent a drastic change, causing the Nile River to experience a prolonged dry season and the abandonment of city-states and settlements like Thebes and Abydos... Ultimately, these climate changes led to Ramses II's death in distress, and the Nineteenth Dynasty began to decline...

Hebe stared at the words for a long time, her long eyebrows trembling slightly.

Those resolute words, those simple faces, those heroic struggles, and those wordless farewells have all become records in the history books.

That was 3,200 years ago.

Heber turned to the next page.

"Imenhotep, a high priestess in ancient Egyptian legend. One theory is that she was a famous scribe during the reign of Ramses II during the 19th Dynasty. She oversaw the construction of the Nile River water conservancy project and the renovation of temples in Memphis and Heliopolis..."

"Imenhotep's reputation throughout history is polarized. In places like Heliopolis, Abydos, and Thebes, she was worshipped as the 'resurrected god Thoth.'"

"And around Memphis, Imenhotep was seen as a traitor who initiated rebellion and ultimately led to the Red King's sudden death. He was eventually punished with the 'Scarab Punishment'."

"For a long time, these two theories coexisted without conflict. In recent years, new research has suggested that Imenhotep might not be a real person, but rather a title passed down through generations by an organization. This may explain why Imenhotep's image in the two different legends is so different."

Heber was slightly stunned, then he smiled and sighed.

The sunlight fell on her profile, revealing a kind of detached helplessness.

Modred, who was secretly glancing at Hebe, turned her head away without saying a word. She was afraid that if she continued looking, she would really mistake Hebe for the court sorcerer in her memory.

The lynx lying on the seat yawned, buried its head and fell asleep again.

Volume 51: Who is the Lord of Branqug!

The road to Brancog is quite winding.

It was renovated in recent years. It is said that before World War II, if you wanted to go to Branco, you even needed enough luck to cross this turbulent water.

Brancurg is a large island of grey rock in the south-west corner of Cornwall and has been invaded many times in history.

During the Roman invasion of Albion, the island was used for tin mining and garrisoning troops - a tradition the Romans may have learned from their mortal enemies, the Carthaginians.

For a long time, Branquage was considered a "border." Unlike Cape Asuka, which was closer to the wilderness, Branquage was called a border because the laws of the wilderness and the laws of the waking world ran parallel here.

Considering that Atlantis no longer exists, Shangri-La is nowhere to be found, and the Utopia is nowhere to be found, then as a second best option, places like Branco are the best places for those who seek to escape from the world.

After that, more and more hermits went to Brancog, the Orthodox Church also settled here, and the kings before Arthur also tried to spread their authority here - but unfortunately, none of them lasted long.

The Orthodox Church here preached the triple worship of the Great Mother, the Holy Spirit and the Son. Of course, they also routinely promoted the faith of the Celestial Sun and the Glorious Twins. At that time, the Orthodox Church was very tolerant.

After the Wars of the Roses, Brancurg became independent from the nobility of Cornwall.

At that time, a mysterious team of scholars came from the hot land of Egypt. They said that their predecessors had a historical agreement with King Arthur.

King Arthur promised to fulfill his promise, so she changed the title of Brancurg Island and granted him the honor of Lord Brancurg, "Lord of the Silent Bookstore".

But it should be noted that only the "Lord of the Silent Bookstore" has this power, and the only Lord of the Silent Bookstore recognized by Arthur is Eamon Hetep.

At that time, the scholars of Silent Bookstore looked at each other in bewilderment. To them, Imon Hetep was a person who lived more than twenty centuries ago.

Just when they were getting restless, King Arthur gave them a way out: although the real owner of Silent Books had long since passed away, they could elect someone to take over the power.

After much discussion, the scholars decided to follow King Arthur's advice, and thus the first manager of the Silent Bookstore was born. His power came from the owner of the bookstore, and he could promulgate laws to be implemented on the island with the approval of a majority of the resolutions.

These laws are notarized by Lord Dusk and protected by the three great rulers of the Orthodox Church. No one can ignore them.

The twelfth administrator disappeared after World War II, and no one can confirm whether he is still alive.

Of course, Heber knew that whether he was alive or dead, it would not prevent him from inheriting Silent Books.

Light gray clouds were rolling above the sea level, and a road meandered towards the center of the town. After parking the car, Precious motioned Heber to follow her.

"In Branco, apprentices are not as restrained as they are in London. They will apply the skills they have mastered to their daily lives."

Heber followed Priss's gaze and saw that both sides of the town's main road were lined with shops with various signs hanging on them. It seemed no different from London, but when he looked closely, he could find unusual details.

Blacksmiths would whisper words praising Tiansui beside the furnace. They did not like to use tools, but preferred to use their hands to reach into the hot furnace to grab the embryo.

Street performers pluck the strings in a special way, and the music produced in this way is unique and profound, making people want to stop and listen for a long time, or even for a lifetime.

Precious stopped in front of a large purple house. She smiled proudly and said, "This will be my next residence in Brancugar."

This large house has three floors. The bronze doors are tightly closed, and the dark velvet curtains cover the windows tightly, giving people a sense of security.

Mordred's destination was also nearby - a tavern in the town.

The pub wasn't very big, and the curtains and windows were stained brown. It was obvious that Morgan hadn't taken good care of it since he bought it.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of ingredients and seasonings in the tavern, enough to make a sumptuous dinner.

"Please wait."

When talking about cooking, a hint of pride and arrogance appeared on Mordred's face.

It's impossible not to be proud. After all, the cooking skills of everyone at the round table are hard to describe, and Arthur is a person who eats almost everything...

Mordred was similar to Arthur at first, but the Nightmare Sage was a guy who would never compromise as long as he could have something good to eat.

Therefore, under the influence of the sage, Mordred soon became even better than his master...

After a while, an enticing aroma came from the kitchen stove.

Heber sat at the dining table, wondering if Xiao Mo was an apprentice of the Dao Path under the Code of Cups?

Since it was not a formal banquet, Mordred did not follow the order in which the dishes were served.

The amber pumpkin soup was steaming, the French fries were golden brown, the onion rings were laid out on a plate, the fried egg balls were paired with cream, and the main course was zucchini and mushroom baked potatoes.

To be honest, there are only a few types of cuisine in Albion, but the dishes made by Xiao Mo happen to make the best use of the ingredients. In Albion, a land accustomed to wasting food, this is a rare sight.

Mordred stood behind the counter, slowly enjoying a bowl of stewed vegetables. It was not so much that she was filling her stomach, but rather that she was taking this opportunity to openly stare at Heber.

"Is it to your taste?" After the cups and plates were all gone, Mordred quietly asked Heber for his opinion.

"It's very delicious." This is the truth.

Heber was originally worried that coming to Brancugar would be like torturing his own mouth.

Now it seems that there is no need to worry about this.

"That would be great."

Mordred bowed modestly, and this proud and complacent look made Heber feel vaguely familiar.

"I'll have a chance to see how many faces Xiao Mo has hidden under the illusion..." Heber walked calmly in the cold wind, and no one could tell what she was thinking at the moment.

She quickly crossed the entire town. Thick fog blocked her way. In the gray fog, the outline of a large metal bridge was faintly visible.

There was no one supervising the bridge - further ahead was the Silent Bookstore. For the residents of the island, it was better to avoid having any contact with the Silent Bookstore.

Heber walked over.

The thick fog spread out to both sides like a living thing, and then closed again after she passed by. The long black metal bridge seemed to have no end, and the sound of the sea tide came from under her feet.

Finally, a huge outline appeared in the mist. Heber raised his head and watched the whole picture of Silent Bookstore slowly unfolding before him.

Next to the bridge is a low guardhouse, and behind the guardhouse are two tall towers of the same height.

One has a bleak white exterior, while the other is inlaid with colored glass.

"These two towers look like they would be restrained by airplanes..." Heber thought.

The fog had completely dissipated at some point, and Heber's gaze passed over the emerald green garden and ivory colonnade, and fell on the castle-like main building. The twin towers standing side by side seemed dwarfed by the main building.

The Silent Bookstore lay silent in the sea mist, solemnly gazing at the newcomers, and Hebe responded with an even older, more distant gaze. At that time, even the Atlas Academy still operated under the name of the Temple of Silence.

Then the door of the Silent Bookstore slowly opened, welcoming its owner—not the administrator elected by the resolution meeting, but the real owner.

Heber walked over and saw a parchment scroll placed on the stone platform at the door.