Chapter 2 New to a rich family

It's unbelievable that such a twisted family makes my relatives take pleasure in killing each other, which makes me desperate.

——Gu Lei, a sociologist

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" As soon as he entered the door, Arcado shouted and went straight to the main room. The bishop's palace went in and out three times, which was also a big house. From afar, he saw a gray-haired old man in the main room. He was looking at himself seriously and immediately became dumb: "Grandpa, grandson is back." Humph, what did you do just now? Why are you wet? The old man snorted angrily and asked, and the blue bishop's uniform looked extremely majestic. Arcado quickly tried to hide it and instantly condensed into a lie in his mind: "This, grandpa, grandson, grandson went swimming!" Anyway, you can't admit it. The so-called resistance is strict, go home for the Spring Festival; be frank and lenient, and sit in prison! To be honest, you will definitely be taught a lesson. If you can fool the past, it's better to fool the past. Well, you are very promising and have learned to lie! Your two brothers told me when they came back, and they all saw it. What are you going to show off in front of Archbishop Sloc's grandson? You were beaten by yourself, and you even lied to me. Go back to the house. Except for going to school, I will punish you for a month. You don't want to get a penny of pocket money in the past six months! Get out! Get out of here!" Bishop Lan Peiqi's angry face was full of fierceness, and his eagle-like eyes stared at Arcado fiercely, and his voice became louder and louder, as if his saliva was about to spray on Arcado's face. Hahaha." Arcado's two brothers were gloating.

Out of the room, Akado's mind was full of another strange idea and full of questions: "The two brothers saw themselves thrown into the river without rescue or help to prevent Acado from being beaten. Why didn't Grandpa punish?" Arcado touched his head and suddenly found that he had become smart. In the past, the idea of questioning Grandpa would not have appeared.

Back in his side room, he found that his father was drunk and pretended to be dead. The bored Akado helped his father take off his boots, so he returned to his cabin and took out the textbook. This was a habit of Nangong Ao before his death. Now he is inherited by Akado and unconsciously took it out. Since he took it out, Just take a look at the magic textbook. After reviewing the textbook for an hour, Arcado got up again and made a few strokes of fireball movements. Unfortunately, nothing appeared in his palm except air. In addition to wasting time, the only gain of this hour's review is to let Arcado confirm himself again. The tragedy of magical talent.

If you want to become a clergyman, you have to learn the history of creation and the book of the gods. Unfortunately, taking the so-called deeds of the gods written by later generations makes it easy for Arcado to fall asleep, so his priesthood examination score is also very low. In short, according to Nangong Ao's mother's standards, Arcado is the legendary waste.

glanced at the whole room again, an old table, three long and one short table legs, dim small candles, two small benches, a squeaky broken bed lying on it, several old textbooks piled up in the corner, and a large wardrobe next to the bed, which was thrown into his room last year. There were four almost identical clothes. Looking at the depressed appearance in the room, Nangong Ao's soul became uneasy again. The strong desire filled Arcado's soul. The consciousness of self-improvement hit Arcado's brain. After a dizziness, Arcado's eyes returned to laziness and indifferent state again.

"Sleep, sleep, Nangong Ao!" Arcado buried the memory of another soul again. When the sun disappeared in the west, Arcado climbed into his little bed and escaped to the end of the world. I am Arcado. Of course, Arcado is a waste. Can he become a hero? If you meet John tomorrow, just hide away. If you bump into him, just run away quickly. If you can't escape, just kneel down quickly. Well, that's it. Sleep, sleep.

Tomorrow, with the power of my grandfather, I will be confusedly promoted to the senior department. In all the fresh exams, only the magic array theory is barely qualified, magic is 0 points, the history of the gods failed, the theism fails, the poetry has just passed, 0 points for fighting, 0 points for fencing, and 0 points for bow and arrow. Ji feels terrible when he thinks about it. Fortunately, he can go to the advanced department tomorrow. The advanced department can specialize in a course, so that he can completely say goodbye to the ruffians in the martial arts department and concentrate on accompanying a group of weak girls in class. This is the ideal paradise.

Acardo slept very sweetly this night and had a strange dream. In a strange environment in the dream, a strange soldier wearing a helmet and horse boots, wearing dragon armor, scouring his forehead with the horse whip in his hand, and shouting loudly in Minnan: In my name, calm the troubled times, build a new dynasty, long sword As a result, cut off his mother!"

The next day, Acudo woke up thinking left and right, but did not figure out what the meaning of these complex things meant. Such a dream that the donkey's lips were not match the horse's mouth, the prophecy was not a prophecy, the warning was not a warning, but it was like the vent of some boring person, or some kind of announcement. The strange dream Arcado gave a very pertinent evaluation: "What a mess."

Also on this morning, at the other end of Saint Caen, the Count's Palace of Violet, the Count Violet was taking his granddaughter to pray to the gods. In the Holy Empire, he got up and prayed every day, which was a habit, a belief and worship of God.

The magnificent count's palace is obviously much more atmospheric than Bishop's bishop's palace, but this atmosphere cannot make up for the power gap. In the Holy Empire, only the clergy can hold real power, and the title is almost available with money. Therefore, for many dukes and marquises, the Earl of Violet is actually I don't have money.

Because of this, the violet family's urgent desire to have a relationship with the clergy. Of course, the archbishop and the pope disdain the low nobles and relatives. They prefer to win over another clergyman to consolidate their position, or at least find a prince and relatives personally canonized by the Pope, so when When the Earl of Violet heard that Bishop Lan Peiqi was looking for a fiancee for his great-grandson, he took his granddaughter to show him once, so the two sides agreed and agreed on the marriage.

However, things have not progressed as the old count imagined, at least not yet.

"Grandpa, I won't marry that stupid pig-like Arcado!" A little girl cried after dropping a cup.

"Nonsense, I also know that you like the Pope's grandson Arnold, but he respects our family's status at all. Last time the Pope secretly warned me, suggesting that I should not think too much. In the Pope's eyes, our family instigated you to seduce the emperor's grandson." The old man said helplessly, "Archbishop's son is 9 years younger than you. Archbishop Sloc has always been at peace with our family. Archbishop Leon Barton's son is married and married to the Pope's eldest granddaughter; Archbishop Rodaram's granddaughter is your favorite Arnold's fiancee."

"I don't care, I won't marry that loser!" The girl still couldn't forgive: "Last time he was thrown into the river, he didn't dare to resist."

"Well, that's all for this topic. You can continue to rest." The helpless Count Violet quickly left and hastily ended the conversation, thinking angrily: If it hadn't been for the relationship with Bishop Lan Peiqi, the ghost would have been willing to marry his granddaughter to a useless person.

Of course, our protagonist Acardo did not know this conversation in the House of the Count of Violet, when he was walking to school sneezing and talking about his beautiful fiancee Miss Anne.

As for Arcado's timid follower, he was fired.

Every year on June 20, at the beginning of the hottest period of the year, all schools in the Holy Empire open on this day, which is full of unscientific and inhumane, but it is indeed a tradition that has lasted for more than 1,000 years, and tradition can only be called tradition if it is inherited!