Chapter 168: Chapter 37: Omnipotent Hands and Eyes?

“Father, a letter from Mr. Yila.”

The young Novak, with his meticulously groomed long beard, said this as he handed the letter to his father. And now… his father, who seemed to be in his twenties, was diligently handling war-related intelligence.

“Read it to me… no, I’ll read it myself.”

Duke Novak said this and then immediately realized it was a letter from Yila. He put the parchment he was holding aside and began to read Yila’s letter. He always understood the importance of priorities.

Yila was truly a top priority.

“A letter from Yila…”

Duke Novak said this as he picked up the letter opener and broke the wax seal. He said nostalgically, “The last time I exchanged letters with him was a long time ago.”

…

Novak looked at the letter, contemplating, and then handed the letter to young Novak, saying, “It seems Yila is somewhat curious about the Duchy’s easy defeat.”

The text written by Yila was very beautiful. To call it delicate might be inappropriate; perhaps it should be termed “elegant” and “noble,” with each beginning, turning, and ending of a word sharply yet elaborately outlined.

Arranged neatly like print… although people in this world didn’t know what print was.

Most of the words were valuable only when written, just like the words on the animal leather… this was a conceptual thing.

Although some non-magical things didn’t matter much, they at least weren’t of so high priority.

“Very pretty writing, but…”

Upon seeing Yila’s letter, young Novak said this as he observed the uniquely appealing arrangement of the font, commenting, “But it’s a bit mentally taxing to decipher.”

Due to the elaborate outlines and bends, the Universal Language written by Yila was somewhat different from the usual meaning of the Universal Language… although it didn’t hinder understanding. In summary, it was more like the difference between “Gothic script,” “artistic text,” and ordinary regular script.

“That’s the standard Imperial royal script. Whether it’s King Yose or King Wodigen, they all used this writing style. Queen Isabella must have as well.”

Duke Novak said this, sharing this cold knowledge with his son who still needed to expand his knowledge: “Only the royal family had the right to teach others.”

The royal family?

“But Elkaras isn’t the royal family.”

Young Novak said this as he looked at Yila’s letter, saying, “Who taught him? King Yose, or Isabella Arthur Modred, or the court etiquette officer?”

Yila’s letter, in extremely polite and respectful terms, asked why their Duchy was defeated so easily… How should they respond? Answer truthfully?

As young Novak thought about this, Duke Novak answered his questions, saying, “When Yila was active, Queen Isabella was not born yet, so it could only be King Yose… In fact, Queen Isabella’s handwriting has traces of Yila’s style.”

In other words, rather than Yila learning the royal family’s script, it was more like Yose taught Yila how to write, and then Yila made the royal script into his style.

“In other words, if Yila Elkaras wanted, he could also be royal?”

Young Novak asked.

“If Queen Isabella wasn’t born, he naturally would be… Back then, the entire Empire thought she shouldn’t be born; otherwise, the Empire would have the most terrifying leader in history, even one who took the throne by Zen.”

Duke Novak said this as he dipped his quill in ink and handed it to his son, saying, “Help me write a reply… Just answer truthfully.”

“Yes, Father.”

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“Hey, folks, look what I got!”

A man with a crafty look said this with a smile as he placed a small bag on the table. The crisp sound inside attracted the attention of the card-playing people around the table in this slum.

The crafty-looking man wasted no time. He pulled the string of the bag, and the small bag naturally opened, revealing a substantial amount of violet gold coins, shining brightly and dazzling the eyes of those around.

“Wow, crafty-looking man, you’ve done it again…”

Another man said this, implying that the crafty-looking man’s name was indeed “crafty-looking man.” But before they could say anything else, a woman with flowing red hair snatched the bag from the table.

“Let Mama take a look.”

This woman was… a standard pirate image; describing the scar and eye patch on her face was quite troublesome. In short, she was a voluptuous female pirate. She happily took the bag of gold coins, saying, “I’ll help you count them.”

“Big sis! You can’t do that…”

“I’ll leave some for you.”

“No!!!”

“Hahahaha!!”

In this slum by the port, everyone became chaotic, and then… at this moment, something fell from the sky and hit the red-haired woman’s head.

“What the fX!”

After instinctively cursing, the woman grabbed the thing that hit her head. She looked up at the strange bat holding an umbrella and then looked down at the parchment in her hand.

“Big sis, are you okay? What is this…”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“Holy shX! It’s a letter from Lord Yila! Asking about the details of last night’s battle… Do you all know?”

To the leader woman’s words, a man tilted his head in shock, saying, “Huh? Wait, how would we know about the front line? Are we supposed to write what we know? Are you going to reply, or should I write the reply?”

“Stop babbling, write it quickly. I can’t write.”

The leader woman expressed this…

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“Hmm, questions related to war… really tough to answer. After all, I am not the Commander, but clearly, the Duchy didn’t send out their main force, right? Little Blood Clan, wait a moment, let me write the letter for you to take back.”

“Well, I can just write what I know. Let me think while drinking… Do you drink? Ah, you don’t. Well, it doesn’t matter; I wasn’t planning to give you any anyway.”

“Haha, very well… after all, I need the taste of the wine to cover the ink’s smell. Alright then, I can’t write any secret intelligence anyway. Give my regards to Uncle Yila for me~”

“…”

“…”

“Shara, the city is about to fall… huh? You’re drinking in your room? Forget it, after today, our positions will advance… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s go.”