LRAB 0046 I believe this is a science
0046 I believe this is a science
"You showed clear malice toward that teacher named Cicero," Mrs. Euton said, looking at the child sitting in front of her.
This child's thinking is cold, ruthless, mechanical, and logical. He looks down on everyone and cares more about the group than about the individual. This is the first time Mrs. Euton has seen him show disgust towards someone... Hmm, and his attitude towards that teacher named Zhou Yun just now was also quite subtle.
"He was wearing shoes made of human skin," the child who had fallen from the sky said calmly.
Mrs. Euton's expression froze. "I'll tell your father about this; he'll send someone to investigate."
"If it's just a slave's skin, then he hasn't violated the laws of Makula," the child said in a statement of fact.
Yodton fell silent.
"What a waste! If all the slaves were freed, how much productivity and consumption would they have contributed?" The child shook his head, expressing his dissatisfaction with the Macurag people's wasteful behavior.
Yoton listened to the child's words and gave a slightly helpless bitter smile. What he said was not wrong, but... Yoton believed that this was not the fundamental reason why Lord Connor had been trying to improve the living conditions of slaves and even challenge the system of slavery.
"Everyone has the right to live a better life. Only when everyone lives for their own life can the human community live a better life. Debt slavery destroys this natural right and hinders human development."
That's what the King of War told Yoddon.
The father and son shared the same goal, but their starting points differed. Connor was more focused on specific individuals, while Robert was more concerned with the abstract concept of humanity as a whole.
However... Yoddon still managed a slight smile.
Guilliman's clear disgust at the idea of making shoes from human skin shows that the boy was not inherently evil. He may have been far beyond the ordinary, but he was still a human being and a good child who could be taught.
The boy had his eyes lowered, and there was something he hadn't told Yoton.
The moment he saw Cicero, he felt as if he were shrouded in some kind of dark, ominous... misfortune?
This feeling gave him an instinctive sense of disgust.
This wasn't a rational feeling, so he didn't say it.
"And what about that Mr. Zhou Yun?" Mrs. Euton asked. "He seems to have piqued your interest."
Mrs. Euton was more interested in Zhou Yun than Cicero.
It's amazing that the teacher wasn't afraid of the child at all.
Even Mrs. Euton often felt fear towards the child, a fear that of a lower life form towards a higher life form, regardless of whether the child was truly malicious.
"Zhou Yun..."
The child murmured the name softly, as if the name itself had something special about it, carrying a sense of incongruity that made him feel a little strange.
But the child ultimately didn't realize there was anything strange about the name, and even after a fleeting thought, instantly forgot about it, only giving a faint smile and saying:
"He understands me very well."
"Because of his theory of the Five Hundred Worlds? That's your ideal, isn't it?" Yoton looked at the smile on the boy's lips and couldn't help but smile himself.
Beneath the child's complex mind lay a sincere and beautiful dream, which often led Yodton to believe that the child would eventually grow into a good person.
"Yes, but that's not all." The child shook his head. "He knows who I am."
"...Does he know you're Connor's child?" Mrs. Euton frowned slightly.
Many nobles knew that Connor had an adopted son, but Connor never made his adopted son public, nor did he allow him to appear in public in Macurag's social circles. It was hard for Yoddon to say whether Connor was protecting the child or protecting other children of the same age in Macurag.
Yoton supported the decision. The boy's mind wasn't really sound. If his current personality was what his biological father wanted, then Yoton could only say that the guy was a bastard and an idiot.
Before the child has a sound mind, Yotton does not want him to be exposed to Makulag's social circles or politics too early.
That's why this time, the pretext of finding a tutor for the 40th adopted son of Marcus Guilliman was used to find a tutor for this child.
"It seems Marcus's secrecy is rather poor." Yoton couldn't help but shake his head. Although Lord Connor's brother was loyal enough, he was never quite wise enough.
"I mean, he knows what I am," the child repeated.
"...Does he know your background?" Yodon's voice suddenly tightened, and his pupils contracted slightly.
The child's origins are nothing short of magical; sometimes, Yotton would secretly call him a child who fell from the sky... This fact was known only to Connor, a few of Connor's close servants, and Mrs. Yotton herself.
"I'm not sure to what extent he knows," the child said softly, "but I'm sure he knows that I know he knows."
"..." Hearing this, Mrs. Yuton felt even more strongly that Lord Zhou Yun would be a very suitable teacher for this child.
Both of them seem to be the type who have a lot on their minds when they say something.
"...Moreover, he seems to know some extraordinary skills. I think he might be what is called a 'psychic' as recorded in ancient texts," the child continued.
"A wizard?" Yoton frowned.
"Madam, I do not approve of the superstitious term 'witchcraft.' Everything must have its own internal logic. I believe it is a technique, a science, and I am very interested in it."
"There's no doubt he wants something from me, so he'll pretend he knows nothing about me."
"Similarly, I'm also very interested in his secrets and skills, so I'll pretend I know nothing about him."
"We will maintain a certain tacit understanding until we are both sure that the other is trustworthy, or that the other has lost their usefulness."
"Do we really have to be so cunning?" Yoton couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Let's go home. To celebrate finding the right teacher, I'll cook you Tarrassa tomato and egg myself."
"Last time you sneaked into the kitchen and ate enough for three people all by yourself, you thought I didn't notice—"
"lady!"
.....
"Welcome home! I learned how to make Tarrassa tomato and egg from my classmate today. Come and try it!"
Tita placed the cast iron pot she had taken from the communal kitchen on the table and smiled as she spoke to Zhou Yun, who had just returned to the apartment.
Zhou Yun leaned closer to take a look and saw that the pot contained a rich sauce made from tomatoes, bell peppers, and garlic. Several holes were dug in the sauce, and six semi-solid eggs were lying in the pot, swaying slightly, emitting a rich aroma of spices. A ring of sliced bread was also stuck around the edge of the pot.
Zhou Yun reached out and picked up a slice of bread to use as a plate, placed a fried egg with golden yolk running down it on top, and stuffed it into his mouth... It was indeed delicious.
"How was the job application?" Tita asked, nodding in satisfaction as she saw the smile on Zhou Yun's face.
"That child is completely impressed by my intelligence, so don't worry, this tutoring job is definitely mine—but how's your apartment search going?" Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow. Tita had been looking at apartments lately, but it seemed she hadn't found a suitable one yet.
"Old Capi Euro's house is fantastic, and the price is cheap and affordable—but Old Capi Euro also honestly told me that the reason it's so cheap is because people have died inside, one hanged and the other overdosed on drugs," Tita said with a hint of helplessness.
"Wow! There's another one flying and another nest."
"What are you talking about? I'll take another look later..." Tita shook her head and said.
"If all else fails, it doesn't matter if someone has died there. I have a face that wards off evil spirits, so no ghosts should dare to come near me," Zhou Yun said seriously after thinking for a moment.
The main problem is that living in this apartment all the time isn't a solution. Zhou Yun's tinkering with some subspace gadgets inevitably causes some disturbance. For example, the body he accidentally saw in the blue and gold storm today—if he wanted to enter it, Zhou Yun would have to make a trip to the Catholic Church to avoid causing any trouble.
"I feel uneasy about someone dying there, and I need to take another look—if you have the chance, you can ask Lord Marcus if he has any apartment buildings he'd like to sell."
"Okay." Zhou Yun ate most of the Tarrassa tomato and egg dish, then nodded to Tita: "By the way, I'm going to church tonight."
"You've really become very devout lately," Tita said with a hint of exasperation.