"And the last one."
"...I lost." Will described the whole thing again almost with gritted teeth, and complained: "He asked me to explain the nature of national economic development, which is the subject he is studying himself!"
The implication was that it was unfair for Lang to use this kind of thing to test someone like him who had not done much research in economics.
Oh, you can still make excuses like this?
Hitzfeld looked at him with new eyes and said softly, "If I remember correctly, Lawrence's nickname is 'Steel King'. Your family has countless assets and wealth. I think Baron Lawrence should not neglect education in this area..."
Right? Strictly speaking, based on this question alone, Will is the one who should gain an advantage from his background.
His family was the former richest man. Baron Lawrence was good at speculation and even better at business. His political sense was always useful in doing business and understanding people's hearts. So no matter what era it was, no matter how many times Lawrence gave up a lot of assets and offered them to the royal family like a lackey, they could always find new industries and new opportunities, and then dive into them and grow into giant crocodiles.
Would such a business family not teach their children economics? Hitzfeld would never believe it.
It is highly likely that Will has no interest in this regard, which would explain why Baron Le Fay, though seemingly able to hold on for a few more years, has the vague intention of making his adopted son James his heir.
Because Will can't.
This guy is a hopeless case.
But this involves other people's family affairs, which is an area that even the king has no control over. Hitzfeld just casually brushed it off and took the two men to the rooftop to help Will open the office door.
To her surprise, Priscilla was not there.
It would have been fine if he wasn’t there, there was another person waiting sitting on the sofa next to him.
This person has a tall stature and broad shoulders. Even when sitting, he gives people a sense of oppression. His height is definitely over 180 cm.
But the most noteworthy thing is his face. His face is really extraordinary. Not only is it fair and handsome, but it also has a jade-like luster. The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose give him a scholarly air, which immediately snatched away all the glory of the other two young men.
"Your family?" Hitzfeld turned to look at Ron.
She noticed that the mysterious young man had short curly dark green hair, which was one of the symbols of the Barish family. Like Richard Barish whom she had seen in her dream before, this "wise man" also had dark green hair.
But this is not the only criterion for identification.
No one can say for sure about heredity. It's normal to give birth to a few children with non-green hair or non-curly hair occasionally, so she didn't think it was strange that Ron had black hair.
"My...brother." Ron's mouth twitched, and the tone of the last word sounded more like a greeting to the young man who was approaching him than a response to Hitzfeld.
"Ron? Why are you here?"
The other person was obviously a cheerful person. He came over and patted Long En on the shoulder. "You still look so thin. You can't keep going like this. Your father will be angry if he sees you like this~"
Is this natural black?
Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment.
Long and Will had emphasized before that it was best not to rashly contact undeveloped spirits.
This contact definitely has a limit. It doesn't mean that you can't do anything like handing things over, shaking hands, or hugging in a dream, but you should be as careful as possible when doing so, and try to avoid unexpected collisions with spirits.
Just like when the body is hit in real life, if you are mentally prepared and tense your muscles in advance, compared to being unprepared and caught off guard, the degree of injury will be completely different if the impact is the same.
Adults know how to close their hearts, so they have fewer restrictions in this regard. But the younger and less experienced they are, the worse they are at this. With Hitzfeld's current spiritual power, she doesn't even need to make contact. If she gets a little closer to some weak-guarded spirits, she can sense some of their superficial thoughts.
The feeling is not specific, but I can tell whether it is malicious or not.
In a situation like this, the green-haired young man said this without any intention of making things difficult, which was enough to show that he was truly thinking about his younger brother.
…even though these words sound like a mockery no matter how you listen to them.
"Bold! Heltim!"
Will immediately pointed at the "third party's" nose and cursed, "This is Miss Hitzfeld... Oh... I mean... She is an honorary professor of Pslint and has taught us before! How dare you be rude to her!"
"Who?"
The young man, who was called "Heltim", was confused at first. After a long while, he finally reacted and stared at the girl.
"Oh...it's you...You are Miss Hitzfeld? Count Hitzfeld?"
He came over enthusiastically to shake hands with her, but halfway through he remembered that the other party was a count and he had no status at all. How could he take the initiative to shake hands with a count? It would be too rude.
"Professor Cindy is busy, so Principal Grace was originally in charge here."
Hitzfeld simply nodded to him in return, which also eased his embarrassment.
Under the gaze of the three people, she walked to the desk, sat down quietly, and pointed at the sofa.
"Everyone sit down."
"Will, just put your homework on the low table."
"Lon wants to see the principal, we can wait together."
"As for you, Mr. Barish."
She looked at Heltim and her tone paused slightly.
"After all, I am not the owner of this place. You can hide here until the principal comes back."
Heltim nodded repeatedly.
Then he reacted and his eyes widened in surprise.
"How did you know I was hiding from those girls..."
Yes, just as the other party said, the reason why he appeared in this place was not because he had something to do with the professor. He simply used this place as a safe haven to avoid some fanatical love.
"I was the first one to enter the door among the three of us, and the way you looked at me was a little strange."
Hitzfeld pursed his lips and smiled.
It was more than just a little strange, it was mixed with a series of changes such as panic and fear. The shaking eyelashes and trembling lips betrayed Heltim. She immediately guessed that he was hiding here.
However, she and Heltim did not know each other beforehand, and the other party did not seem to know her either. Therefore, she could infer that he was guarding against strangers - one or more unknown strangers, and they should all be women.
Then he must have realized that his manners were different from those of his students, and he saw the two people who followed him in were very humble and acted like followers... He deduced that these people should be teachers or teaching assistants.
At this moment, he was obviously relieved, and then he no longer paid any attention to Hitzfeld, and went straight to find Ron.
...This series of changes in expression happened in just a few seconds, but was still captured by Hitzfeld.
She deduced that Heltim was hiding from the disaster here.
Because if he was waiting for someone, no matter if it was Professor Cindy or Principal Grace, he couldn't go past himself, the "hypothetical teaching assistant" and talk to someone else first.
Considering his excellent appearance and his various performances, the probability that this disaster is pink is quite high.
That's why Will is so hostile to him.
As for men... no matter if they are men or boys, no matter if women like them or not, they always feel uncomfortable when they encounter such a show-off guy.
Hitzfeld didn't intend to show off his observation skills, and didn't mention it again after one sentence. In order to avoid an awkward atmosphere in the office where there was no common topic, she thought about it and asked Will to bring the stack of homework books over.
"Is this your homework for today?"
He asked casually while flipping through the pages.
"I guess so." Will stood in front of the desk, his feet straight and his hands behind his back, looking like a very good boy. "It's not a formal homework, but Professor Cindy said in the last class that I can write it."
"What's the topic?"
“The Process and Causes of the Collapse of Delita.”
"Your progress is slower than I expected."
"This is all thanks to you, Miss Hitzfeld..."
Will wanted to laugh when he said this.
Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about the "Communication and Psychology" textbook that he helped write.
Yes, because of me, Dream City added several more courses on communication. If I remember correctly, Pusangsi even wanted to separate it as a separate department and let me be the dean of this new school.
But because communication is so important, they were afraid that doing so would lead to students being biased towards one subject, so they only listed the courses of the "School of Communication" as electives. So in the end, they decided not to do so, and chose to break up all the courses so that all students in the school would have to study systematically.
The extra courses will also take up study time, and other courses originally scheduled to be taught during this time period will have to be postponed, so the progress will naturally be slowed down.
Hitzfeld glanced at Will. The child was smiling happily and seemed very happy to catch her thinking carelessly.
She deliberately took out a copy of the exercise book from the pile of exercise books with relatively slow movements, and Will saw his name written on it.
"..." He gradually couldn't laugh anymore.
"Very thin." Hitzfeld commented, and at the same time the two people on the sofa both took a posture of watching the show.
"The process of the collapse of Delita ... 'This is an unprecedented upheaval'."
"The cause of the collapse of Delita... 'The failure of the rulers to suppress the unrest'."
"Gulp!" Will swallowed hard, his heart about to jump out of his chest.
He really wanted Hitzfeld to come back and give lectures, so he always treated her as a real professor in his attitude.
But why did she look directly at my homework?
She's not a professor yet...
Also commented like this...
It doesn't matter if I lose face in front of Ron, I'm used to it anyway.
The key point is that it happened in front of the bastard Heldim, who hated Langen's brother the most.
"That's all?" Hitzfeld turned to the last page, and the parchment scroll that was originally an imaginary creation suddenly became like the barren land from which it came - it trembled a few times as if it was struggling with all its might, and exploded into white smoke in her hands.
Will didn't dare to breathe.
Hitzfeld glanced toward Ron and began to dig out his homework.
Pusance wanted her to come back and take over the position, and she was not going to sit idly by.
Although I cannot come back to teach these people right away because of other things I have to do, I can first understand and get used to the change in role.
Compared to Will's pitifully thin parchment, Ron's homework was much more formal.
Here we have to talk about what "Delita" is - it is actually a desert country located south of Sara and Tariñan, between the angles of the two countries, and does not border them.
Although it is a desert country, Delita still has a lot of resources. First of all, it is close to the southern rainforest, so although most of its land is desert wasteland, most of its population and cities are located in the south.
The country is now broken.
It means literally that many cities there are now either in ruins or refugees' shelters. The entire country's political power is gone.
Delita used to be quite prosperous, not only because of the resources, but also because they controlled a canal from the South China Sea into the inland, namely the Delita Canal.
Sara's current largest trading port is still Nanxinze - the demise of Goli will indeed have a huge impact, but this impact will last for a long time, and Nanxinze's merchants and chambers of commerce cannot move away all at once, so Nanxinze is still the largest port at the moment.
In the past, when large ships entered and left the port of Nanxinze every day, all the ships heading west had to enter the inland through the Delita Canal, and then use the tributaries to bring the goods to countries like Tarignan.
That is why it does not take a very learned person to see that as long as Delita does not commit suicide - that is, does not rashly send troops to the desert to explore prehistoric relics, and does not alarm those terrible things that may exist through various reckless behaviors, then they can live a very comfortable life just by relying on this canal and the toll that every ship must pay when passing through here.
But Delita was destroyed anyway, due to internal turmoil.
Everything happened extremely quickly. In fact, this was the news at the beginning of this year: first, some people expressed dissatisfaction with Grand Duke Delita's collection of three times the tax currency. After being brutally suppressed, other nobles rebelled.
In fact, Delita was not even a well-organized kingdom. It was like Goliath on the other side of the sea, a group of lords and nobles gathered together and finally led by a great noble. The small lords and nobles had no loyalty to Grand Duke Delita. When they saw that everyone was rebelling, they thought, "Oh, then I will rebel too." The unrest spread across the country in a very short time. More than 80% of the towns in Delita were breached and burned because of this disaster.
"Lon."
Hitzfeld read out the boy's name.
Ron also cooperated and came over to stand side by side with Will.
"You wrote in your paper that you believed the cause of the collapse of Delita was the triple tax coin... Don't you have anything to add?"
"Have."
Ron perked up.
When he handed in the assignment, he assumed that the person who would grade it was Professor Cindy, so he did not write down all his thoughts.
After all, he is mature beyond his years and knows how to hide his shortcomings. Let Will handle the limelight. Vanity in school will not help his future.
"Not only is it triple the tax coin, but there's actually Grand Duke Delita as well... I mean, Delita's tax coin system shouldn't exist."
"why."
"Because they're not a real kingdom."
Long En thought for a moment and said, "Even if it is a real kingdom... like us or Talignan, tax coins cannot be used at the beginning. In the early days, we still followed the territory's self-income system. Only when the lords were divided and the king held most of the power, the tax coin system could be implemented."
What he said was a bit confusing, but it is actually easy to understand. The country based on aristocratic lords is not suitable for collecting taxes.
Everyone has land, including the king and the duke. Since you want to grant land and titles, the land you grant will belong to me completely. All the income from this land should belong to me, and I don't want to hand over a penny.
