There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Connor carried his large suitcase to the castle gate. The door was much smaller and seemed to be for people to walk through.

A big suitcase, a person who had come from a long journey, brown hair, an old man in his seventies or eighties... all the characteristics were met. The maid sweeping the floor at the door immediately recognized his identity, put the broom in the corner, and hurried over to greet him:

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Connor Livis?"

Connor nodded: "It's me."

After receiving a positive answer, the maid took Connor's suitcase and greeted him warmly:

"Welcome to Blofeld Castle. Please take a rest in the lobby. I will go and inform the master."

The maid took him to the sofa set in the lobby, poured him a cup of tea and served him some pastries before leaving.

He picked up the teacup, took a few sips and looked around.

Many details in the lobby reveal their "rich family" background, such as the giant dragon skull on the fireplace, the carpet made of high-quality animal fur, and the children's graffiti on the coffee table...

Hmm? Doodles?

It seemed that the maid didn't have time to clean it up, and it was still quite warm.

He picked them up and examined them carefully; each of the three pictures had its own merits.

One picture showed a rough sea and a huge ship sailing against the waves. A child with golden hair and a pirate hat bigger than a person was standing on the bow with a silly half-moon-shaped smile on his face.

A picture with a bunch of abstract patterns painted with several kinds of pigments. Although it was a bit abstract, Connor was still able to recognize through the stream of consciousness identification method that these were actually magic that existed in nature.

For example, the red balls represent the fire element, and the yellow blocks represent the earth element...

It looks like drawing, but in fact it is more like memorizing the total amount of knowledge about magic.

The last one was a bit confusing for Connor, as it was a set of clothes he had never seen before.

A plaid skirt that's short to the thighs, a shirt and jacket that's a bit preppy, very tight... There are two letters written in the lower right corner - "JK"

"JK? ​​Is that the name of this dress?" Unlike the previous two, this drawing was made using a pencil sketch.

"A child can sketch to this degree? Didn't Carlos say they weren't trained before the age of seven?"

He couldn't believe that a seven-year-old child already had such painting skills.

Will it be Argyle?

According to the letter written by Carlos, it seems that only Argyle has this possibility. Edward is as naughty as the little explorer, and Dominic is only mentioned briefly.

It's understandable that he thinks so.

Just as he was guessing, the sound of children talking came from the stairs leading to the lobby:

"I heard that our teacher seems to be here."

"Whether you come or not, watch your mouth and don't embarrass our family."

“Don’t worry, don’t worry~”

"Wait! My doodles seem to be still on the table!"

Edward's words helped the other two to remember as well.

"Oh no!" Domi thought to himself that his JK design drawing might have been seen by their new teacher!

In today's society where clothing is relatively conservative, clothing that exposes a large amount of information like JK will definitely be resisted by most people.

That would be considered as a synonym for "temptation", "improper" and "YD"!

If the teacher thought he was a lecher and the first impression was the worst, that would be a big problem. He also wanted to learn more about the world through the tutor.

He unconsciously quickened his pace, and finally almost ran towards the lobby. Not only him, but Edward also followed closely behind him, muttering, "The great adventurer's plan must not be exposed!"

But when they arrived at the lobby, they found an old man already sitting there, holding their graffiti drawings in his hands.

Edward's face suddenly turned pale: "It's over... My dream of sailing... is shattered, but the treasure is still waiting for me..."

Domi is much the same.

After all, this was the little punishment he prepared for Kelsey!

If Connor gave this painting to Carlos or Gracia, he would never get Kelsey to wear JK for him...

“Hiss…” Seeing his two younger brothers acting like Sima, Argyle felt overwhelmed: “I told you not to embarrass yourself.”

He sighed. There was nothing he could do since Ou Doudou was not doing well enough, so he had to do it himself.

Recalling the little etiquette knowledge that Grace had taught them, Argyle straightened his chest and walked towards Connor with a consistent pace, and greeted him:

"Argyle Blofeld, greetings."

Connor put down the drawing paper and looked at the child in front of him who was wearing a small vest but imitating an adult.

Argyle, Argyle, oh! Isn't he Carlos's eldest son?

He looked at him carefully again and found that he was just as the letter said: handsome, precocious and quite polite.

Seeing their eldest brother like this, Edward and Domi did not dare to neglect him.

But Edward didn't know how to salute, and he had never even thought that the day would come when he would salute. He had no procedure in his mind and could only imitate. The final result was so awkward that Connor didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But when he got to Domi, he was truly amazed.

That was almost the most standard imperial etiquette he had ever seen.

If there was a ruler, he believes it would be accurate to the nanometer level.

Put your feet together without any gap, tilt your straight back slightly driven by your waist, put your left hand behind your waist and your right hand on your chest, and tilt your head slightly upwards. If possible, look at the person who is saluting with confidence.

That is the most popular look.

Just think about it, if the person who greets you has a look of timidity in his eyes, you will also feel uncomfortable when seeing it, under normal circumstances.

And Domi has done all the above points well with the maximum level of [Lionheart Empire Etiquette].

With a high gray ponytail and such a confident and arrogant face, Connor couldn't imagine what a disaster such a child would bring to the country when he grew up.

"More handsome than his father..."

Connor sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He had never been to Blofeld Territory, but Carlos had been to the Imperial Capital. They knew each other then. He was sure that Domi would be more handsome than his father when he grew up.

Wait, the focus seems to be off...

It was at this moment that he seemed to realize that something was wrong.

The first child is definitely Argyle, and the yellow-haired one must be Edward. Then, could the last one be Carlos' third son Dominic Blofeld, who has always been mentioned briefly? !

He has sharp eyebrows and eyes, is extremely confident, and perhaps has a willpower that exceeds that of most people.

Without willpower, how is it possible to learn etiquette at the age of seven that requires at least five or six years of practice?

How could such a child be ordinary? He couldn't hide his happiness.

Yup!

Connor suddenly realized.

For a person like Carlos who is in charge of a big family, what he says is definitely, absolutely, 100% false. You can't believe it completely. Maybe Dominic is the real genius!

Okay, if he doesn't want him to pay attention to Domi, then he has to see what else Domi is hiding, and what kind of drugs Carlos has in his pocket!

Chapter 20 No Prize Guessing

Chapter 20-20- No Prize Guessing

In the struggle with his own thoughts, Connor unknowingly forgot that Domi had also drawn a sketch of JK.

Compared with graffiti drawings which only provide a glimpse of the whole picture, he believes that as the future teacher of these three children, it is necessary for him to get to know them better and cultivate some feelings with them before officially starting teaching.

After all, this tutor has been teaching for six years.

Connor admitted his identity and asked Domi and the other two to sit opposite him.

"Your father hired me to teach you, but I know nothing about you yet. So, in order to better teach you according to your aptitude, I will ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, just tell me. If you can't, it doesn't matter. I will teach you later."

The three of them nodded like chicks pecking at rice. No one wanted to make a fool of themselves in front of their "class teacher" for the next six years.

"Cough cough~"

Connor cleared his throat and asked the first question:

"Three people use three buckets of water in three days. How many buckets of water do nine people need in nine days?"

Great, this is a math problem.

The test is probably about basic mental arithmetic and logical thinking skills.

As a person who had experienced this, Domi quickly figured out the answer, but he did not rush to answer. Instead, he observed Edward and Argyle.

He didn't want to leave a bad impression on Connor, but he also didn't want to be paid special attention by him, as this would be disadvantageous for him to cheat him without him knowing.

So he can answer questions quickly, but he can't take away too many opportunities.

But it would be better for him to take the first one, after all, his two elder brothers don’t seem to be very good at math.

Especially Edward, after using his fingers, he wanted to use his toes as well.

It would be even worse if all three of them were looked down upon by Connor.

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his hand and shouted, "Twenty-seven barrels!"

Connor gave him an approving look: "Correct answer..."

This is actually a less rigorous question, but no matter from which angle you think about it, the answer is twenty-seven.

The problem can be understood as:

One bucket of water per person for three days

Three people use one bucket of water a day

Or one person uses one-third of a bucket of water a day.

If you fall into a thinking error, it is really difficult to figure it out.

Such questions may be a bit difficult for a college student, but they are just right for a preschooler.

I made a mental note of Dominic, and then asked the next question:

"A carriage was traveling at a very fast speed in a dense forest, but at this moment, two forked roads appeared in front of it. Nine innocent civilians were lying on one fork, and only one civilian was lying on the other fork, also innocent.

The ordinary driver also has his own life. He doesn't want to die in vain by hitting a tree trunk, so he has to choose a fork in the road, and passing any fork in the road will crush the civilians lying on the road.

If you were the driver, what would you choose to do?

This is an open-ended question. Open-ended means that there is no fixed answer to this question. Whatever you think is the answer. Please speak freely. "

While they were thinking hard, they didn't notice that Carlos had come to the lobby. After listening to the whole question, he quietly hid away. He also wanted to know what choice his three children would make.

Such dilemma questions often reflect a person's moral philosophy.

It has troubled generations of people since its inception, and countless thinkers have racked their brains over it but have come up with nothing.

But even such a question that could make one pull one's hair out could not trap Edward at all.

He was the first brave man to answer the question:

"I'd jump on top of the wagon, then before the wagon hits the tree, I'd jump up, grab a branch and hide in the treetops, and no one would have to die! Oh... except the poor horse."

Carlos and Connor both gave kind smiles to this answer.

This answer shows that Edward doesn't want anyone to die, which just shows his kind nature.

"What do you two think?"

Argyle frowned. He did not have as outrageous imagination as Edward, and was caught in the same dilemma as everyone else.

It can be said that maturity has enabled him to think like an adult, but has also made him abandon his childish innocence.

He finally gave his answer: "I think I will drive the carriage to the fork in the road where there is only one person."

"To society, nine civilians are far more valuable than one civilian... I'm sorry for making this choice, because the driver I play is also a civilian, and I have no right to conclude that my value is higher than that civilian. Why can't I be the one to die?"

When he said this, he fell into deep thought again. At this moment, all the knowledge he had learned before seemed to be of no use, which made him very distressed.

Argyle lowered his head in frustration: "Teacher Connor, I may not be able to give a suitable answer now."

The imagined punishment did not come. Connor patted his shoulder and comforted him: