Chapter 67: The First Lesson of the Storm (1)

Chapter 67: The First Lesson of the Storm (1)

“I think that the pride of the nobility lies in their ancestors and bloodline. Having great ancestors and inheriting their bloodline is indeed something that makes people feel very proud and proud.

I don't think it's shameful that the Podollet family came from common people. For example, the father of the first duke of the Elect family was also born a baron. If you trace their roots, they are just the descendants of common people who did not leave their names.

Rather, I have great respect for these ancestors who used their talents in harsh environments, established their achievements step by step, became nobles, and gained recognition and respect from everyone.

He's just like the protagonist of a heroic novel."

Alfred said this while looking at Francis with a smile.

At the same time, this was also directed to the boys who had previously instigated him to find fault, and some other aristocratic students who looked down on Mr. Orwell.

"But~ I think it's a sad thing to brag about the achievements and bloodline of your ancestors. Because doesn't it just mean that there is nothing else to brag about?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you are really proud of your status as a noble, then why not show the demeanor and talent that a noble should have? Barking at the glory left by your ancestors is not something to be proud of, right?"

?◇?◇?◇?◇?

(Wow~ You actually said something so harsh... Never mind, this should be the end of it.)

As an outsider, Edward couldn't help but sympathize with Alfred after hearing his various sarcasms towards Francis.

Because of her memories from her past life, she still cannot understand the values ​​and sense of honor of the imperial nobles.

But after all, she has been reincarnated for more than ten years, so she has some understanding of this.

Alfred taunted, perfectly touching upon the three major minefields in the hearts of the imperial nobles.

Revealing the fact that their ancestors were not nobles, they were considered to be completely inferior to commoners in some aspects, and were ridiculed for having nothing else to offer except their noble status.

In addition to Francis, many students also had distorted expressions because of his words.

However, no one else spoke up to contradict Alfred.

Perhaps it had something to do with his status as the heir to the Duke's family, but Edward felt that it was mostly due to his eloquence and the majestic aura he exuded.

Francis bit his lips tightly, with such force that it seemed as if blood might seep out at any moment.

But from Edward's point of view, he probably wouldn't be able to say anything to refute it.

If he just made a casual rebuttal, Alfred would definitely ask him to prove his strength.

But there was no way Francis could compare with his mentor Swick, who specialized in herbal medicine, in terms of talent and ability.

If I were to resort to brutal means, and challenge Alfred to a duel with the promise of an apology as a bet...

Well, if the opponent was someone else, maybe we could succeed.

However, Alfred had just crushed the runner-up in the second grade in an extremely brutal manner the day before yesterday.

No matter how stupid Francis is, he would not take this approach.

(Probably not?)

Looking at Francis who seemed like he would explode again at any moment, Edward suddenly became unconfident.

Fortunately, before Francis opened his mouth, his friends grabbed him and pulled him back to his seat in a somewhat rough manner.

(It was resolved peacefully... But, this guy Alfred really is... He really feels like a villain...)

Adelaide looked at Alfred and couldn't help but sigh.

Although she felt somewhat helpless, some subtle emotions also emerged in her heart.

Sitting next to Liliana, she certainly noticed the private communication between the two.

In other words, Alfred came down to wade into this muddy water and deliberately clashed with Francis who was looking for trouble because of Liliana's request.

You are pampering Liliana too much. You are the villain leader and she is the heroine.

Adelaide really wanted to complain like this.

However, she also felt inexplicably jealous and unhappy.

Edward didn't quite understand the specific reason.

However, she thought it must be because a cute girl like Liliana was too close to the villain leader?

After all, Liliana was her favorite heroine in the past.

(Although... maybe this isn't the game world. I'm not sure.)

Edward suddenly remembered that he picked up the book yesterday, and his expression unconsciously darkened.

"Well, let's start the class. Please turn to page 2."

Orwell clapped his hands twice, looked at Alfred with an apologetic smile and said.

His words also brought Edward's thoughts back to reality.

Adelaide opened the textbook as instructed and listened to the class casually.

The herbal medicine course is more practical than theoretical.

Orwell simply outlined the contents of the textbook and provided some detailed guidance based on his own experience, then asked the students to take out the tools they had prepared.

He then began distributing herbs and asked the students to grind them according to what they were taught in class.

After receiving the herbs, Edward immediately began to process them according to the methods he had learned.

Due to the limitations of technology in this world, different types of herbs need to be ground finely to improve subsequent extraction efficiency, and each has its own special grinding method.

For example, the thin-stemmed Romandy that Orwell distributed today is more difficult for novices to handle.

Adelaide skillfully used a knife to separate the stems and leaves of the thin-stemmed Romandi, throwing the stems into the grinder first, and the leaves were chopped and put aside.

Because Orwell had already removed the roots of the herbs, dehydrated them and dried them.

So all Adelaide actually needs to do is grind the herbs finely enough, and then boil them in water mixed with a certain amount of alcohol to extract them.

When Adelaide was almost done, he heard Orwell and Alfred talking.

"Well... not only is the speed very fast, but the final product is also excellent."

Orwell examined the Romandy extract that Alfred had extracted and exclaimed in surprise.

“In fact, I have learned the extraction method before, because I helped my mother in her studio when I was a child.”

"Ah, it's Miss Karolina... Excuse me, it should be Mrs. Electra now. If she was the one who taught you, then it's not surprising that you can achieve this level."

"Teacher Wesker (Orwell), do you know my mother?"

↑↓↑↓↑↓

PS: Today is the last day of the verification period. Tomorrow we will officially start pushing the traffic. I hope we will have good results. Thank you very much for the support of all my friends!

That’s all the digression, now let’s get to the point.

Because of the cultural background of the story, in character dialogues, different characters may address the same person directly by name or by surname, depending on the closeness of the relationship.

In the narration part, I always use the character's name.

But the name I chose here seems to be difficult for some friends to remember, and it may be a bit confusing if it is combined with the surname.

So in the following sections, if characters are addressed by their last names during conversation, I will mark them later.

"'Mr. Wesker (Orwell), did you know Mother?'"

Something like this.

Although it may be somewhat confusing for some friends who don’t often read novels with characters named after European and American names, I hope you can forgive me.