Dust of History Chapter 50: Father’s teaching

Clovis is home.

If there is any place in the world that he hates and doesn't want to stay in, this is definitely one of them.

The gate of the Marquis Mansion was gloomy, and there were still many stains and scars left over from the years. This scene seemed to be more shabby than when he came back last time. Clovis walked into this home which was a completely different world compared to the grandeur and splendor of the Duke's mansion, feeling extremely disgusted in his heart. Since he followed Duke Mrak three years ago, he has hated this place more and more.

But he also had to come back. Even if he is as deep and wise as Duke Mrak, and as sharp-sighted as Captain Roland, it is still beyond his power to find any clues from the few silk threads that fell from the woman's clothes. Those who are capable may not be omnipotent, generals may not know how to butcher pigs, and politicians never know how to ferment bread. For trivial matters, you must seek someone who is good at handling trivial matters.

The smarter the mind, the more accurate the judgment, the more experienced people are able to discover more clues from those few threads. So what Clovis needs now is a sage in the wind and moon field, a smart person who understands women better than women themselves. He naturally knew where to find such a person. Although he hated this person very much, he still came for the mission and work.

Clovis saw his father in the living room. He had a sullen face, but he still performed the etiquette that a nobleman should have: "Father, I greet you."

The Marquis was a little pleasantly surprised by his son's sudden appearance, but Clovis couldn't stand the smiling words: "There's no need to greet you. The mutual perfunctory in etiquette can be avoided for us father and son. Your complexion is clearly two words: disgusting."

Even when facing his own son, the Marquis was still so unrestrained, and pulled a chair for Clovis. "Actually, I should have left a long time ago. My friends have urged me many times. But something happened here temporarily, so I stayed and dealt with it. Before I left, I wanted to talk to you about something, but I wanted to It must be very serious to make you come back to me, so you should talk about it first."

Although Clovis was somewhat annoyed by such blunt speaking, it undoubtedly saved a lot of time for politeness and nonsense. He sat down. There was no velvet cushion on the mahogany chair, and the chair was still as old as he remembered it when he was a child. And this room, the floor, everything here is as dilapidated and decadent as the man in front of him who he has to show respect for. This kind of self-willed and depraved is what he hates the most, and it is also the shadow of his childhood.

The two father and son sat down facing each other. On similar faces, the father had a casual and lazy look, while the son had a serious, gloomy, and even murderous expression.

Emotions belong to emotions, work is work, Clovis carefully took out a small bag from his arms, opened it, and took out the few silk threads.

"Father." Clovis tried hard to control his tongue to say this extremely awkward word. "Please help me to see if I can see something from these threads."

"Women's clothes." The Marquis smiled and almost didn't even look at it, as if he knew it just by feeling. For the first time in his life, Clovis had hope in this father.

The Marquis's fingers were slender, with fine skin, and looked younger than his son's hands. He picked up the few silk threads and pinched them lightly, smiled slightly, and immediately understood the wealth of these little things clearly. "It's the silk and satin produced in Tatalia in the west. It's a mid-range product. It was a high-end product more than 20 years ago before the Western trade route was opened. They are all proud to have an outfit in this fabric.”

"Can you tell what kind of person is wearing this clothes?"

Originally, I wanted to ask if I could narrow down the scope. But as soon as the words came out, even Clovis himself thought it was nonsense. If one wants to find out who the original owner of the clothes is from these few silk threads, even the legendary divination magician probably can't do anything.

However, the Marquis did not disappoint his son. His calm expression is definitely beyond the reach of any old and stinking magician. hand, but transcendental.

"In recent years, with the prosperity of commerce in the West and here, the price of this item is no longer so high, and real nobles will no longer wear this kind of out-of-fashion item, but it probably takes several pieces to make a set of clothes. Silver coins will not be worn by the poor. If you want to use this outdated nobility to raise your own value, and at the same time wear two colors of pink and scarlet, the wearer's personality is obvious, frivolous and superficial, it is simply She yelled at others to look at her. She could smell some perfume from these silk threads, which shows that she must have used it very strongly...'Dune' is not a low-end product, but it must not be used like this." The Marquis picked up these silk threads, put them in front of his nose, sniffed them lightly, sighed, and came to a conclusion. "This woman is young, coquettish, and probably a little bit pretty. Although she is not poor, she is definitely not in line with the status and taste of aristocrats."

"Young... coquettish...not poor or aristocratic..." After finally being surprised by his father's inference, Clovis murmured and repeated these characteristics, and everything about Asa was in his mind. After filtering it again, I finally settled on a small rumor. "Could it be... a whore?"

"Yes. That prostitute." The Marquis smiled and confirmed his son's judgment.

Clauvis froze for a moment, and immediately realized that this sentence was very strange. But he didn't know where the strangeness was. In other words, no matter from which angle or possibility, it seemed that this person shouldn't be able to say such a thing.

"Okay, the important business has been finished. Let's put aside these mundane matters for a while, and talk about the problems between our father and son." The Marquis looked at Clovis gently, showing the kindness of a father to his son .

"Sorry, I still have work." Clovis replied coldly, stood up and prepared to leave. He has always rejected any warmth, thinking that it is something that weakens a person's will and fighting spirit, not to mention the intimacy shown by this person, he feels as disgusting as a dead mouse in a garbage dump.

The Marquis beckoned, and said calmly, "Sit down. Don't be in a hurry at this moment. Even if the prostitute is not in the capital, she will definitely not be able to run very far. You should be able to catch her easily." .”

Clovis sat down slowly, but definitely not because he was obedient. His face was already full of surprise, and he looked at his father with the eyes of a monster that he couldn't even imagine.

"I'm leaving immediately. There are probably a lot of things waiting for me to deal with. I don't know how long the delay will be. I don't know when I will come back next time. Before that, I think it is necessary for us, father and son Let's have a good talk." The Marquis smiled awkwardly. "From your birth to now, it seems that we haven't had a good talk."

"I know that you have always disliked me as a father. I understand that I am indeed an incompetent father who only cared about my own willfulness and abandoned the whole family, relatives, and your mother. As Being a family member but completely ignoring the affairs of the family has caused you to be implicated, and you have suffered a lot of grievances in the family since you were a child. The reason why you are so strong and obsessed with fighting for fame and fortune is actually because of these Well, that is my responsibility...."

No amount of curiosity could suppress the anger and impatience pierced from the deepest part of his heart, Clovis stood up abruptly.

"Sit down." The Marquis glanced at him, his voice was not loud, but with a little majesty that a father should have.

Clovis sat down immediately. Like a most obedient child.

Clauvis' first reaction after sitting down was inexplicable. He knew he never wanted to sit down, never sat down to show submission. But it seems that it has nothing to do with his thoughts, but a direct reaction from his body.

After realizing this, his shock and disbelief only increased. As a martial artist, he knows very well that this kind of physical reaction usually only occurs between two people with huge difference in strength, the aura of one can completely envelop and oppress the other, just like a tiger can immobilize a rabbit just by its smell . But in front of him, this is just a drunk and lustful man with no power to restrain a chicken. At most, he can only know some small magic. As long as he thinks about it, he can immediately draw his sword and decapitate him, but... Klaue Weiss looked at his father's familiar face, trying hard to find something strange from it.

However, the Marquis still had a casual and decadent expression. He looked at his son and continued to say with a little distress: "You are still too young, but you have been too confused by the muddy things in this world. Deep. Power, fame and wealth, do you really understand what these are? Do you really need these things? Do you understand what the world is like? You don’t understand, the world in your eyes is given to you by others. Others You envy power, compete for status and money, and you fight for it, even believe in it. All you do is to make others admire you and affirm you. You live for others. Life is short, how can you waste time In such a boring matter...."

"Because human life is so short, we should not waste our time on inexplicable things, but we should make immortal achievements, so that this world, this history, and everyone in this world will remember you name." Clovis suddenly glared at the Marquis and retorted violently.

For the first time in his life, he expressed his thoughts to his father. Before that, he felt that there was no need to say these things to such a **** who was addicted to wine and sex, and a prodigal who did not think about making progress. He disdains it, because the other party must not be able to understand his ambitions, just like maggots churning on feces cannot understand the greatness of the eagle overlooking the common people. But now he has to say it. Because he had a vague feeling that the prodigal son he had always despised was not what he thought, and something about him made him seem qualified to despise the faith enshrined in his heart. Now this is not so much a confession as a defense of one's own values.

The Marquis looked at Clovis and smiled, as if he had nothing to do with a child who insisted on playing, he shook his head and said: "Don't argue with me, the value of life will never be found in the discourse Yes. Do what you want to do, devote yourself to your beliefs, and see what you can get in the end."

"The harder you work, the higher you climb, and the higher you climb, the more painful you will be when you fall. And the more painful you are, the more awake you will be." The Marquis's smile deepened, and even his eyes began to show strangeness shimmering. "After you wake up, I will take you to see the real real world. I have even done the preparations for you. By the way, you haven't practiced magic yet, have you?"

"No..." Clovis shook his head. Although learning magic was easy for him, he didn't. His master, Captain Roland, said that there is only one choice between sword and magic. There is absolutely no real top master who is proficient in all fields. Only by devoting all his heart and soul to tempering all his spirit and soul into skills can he reach the peak.

"That's good." The Marquis nodded, took out a book from his pocket and handed it to Clovis. "This book should be very useful to you. You can practice more of the above when you have time. Hehe, I was recently inspired by someone who is... a friend, and I realized that the above should be for those who have not practiced. It is used by magicians. No wonder there are so many magicians who died before. I can’t imagine that the notes left by the greatest magician actually contradict magic.”

"Remember, don't lose this book, and don't let others see it. This is a book that will guide you to the true path. You have to practice hard and treat it well. You know As the Marquis spoke, there seemed to be a small but very dazzling light in his eyes, Clovis was taken aback, and replied: "Yes." Unknowingly, his consciousness fell into a strange My father's words seemed to be vague, and I couldn't remember clearly when I first heard them, but they seemed to be burned in the deepest part of my mind.

"Okay." The Marquis sighed, stood up, and clapped his hands. "Go and do your work. It's time for me to go, and things are still waiting for me over there."

It was a long time after the figure of the Marquis disappeared at the end of the corridor that Clovis suddenly woke up.

Thinking of myself talking nonsense with this extremely annoying person here for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ Clovis felt that his precious time was completely wasted. But what he said just now gave him a very strange feeling. He waved the book in his hand, intending to throw it somewhere, but a certain corner of his heart suddenly felt something wrong, so he put it away in his arms.

He took a deep breath, and decided not to disturb his mind by these inexplicable accidents, but to concentrate on the business. He went out and walked towards the command post of the imperial guards.

"That's it...this matter must be kept absolutely secret. Do you know?" Clovis found the commander of the royal guards and told him the details of the search. He added politely with a stern look and voice at last. "Trouble you, do it as quickly as possible."

"Where is it? It must be the fastest, it must be the fastest." The chief nodded repeatedly. From an official position, Clovis has no right to mobilize the guards, but he has a huge background. He is the captain of the Holy Knights, and he is the son-in-law of the Duke of Mrak... and so on. These titles are very strong. It clearly shows that even if it is troublesome, it must be done with the same energy as picking a bargain.

Using the advantage of local snakes, the Royal Guards took only half a day to interrogate the target's situation and whereabouts from other prostitutes. He was placed in the cell of the Guards.