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After receiving the baptism of the Black Demon Conducting Spell, little Si Bo Er felt that apart from the occasional strange symbols and incomprehensible incantation in his head, there were no other changes to his body. He couldn't even freely use magic. "Son, I have built a wealth in your body that is no less than the Library of Great Britain. One day you will truly feel the charm of classical magic."

Small Si Bo Er could only temporarily put aside the thought of quickly becoming a great magic scholar, returning to his usual innocent and childish appearance. Since his talent wasn't enough to support his huge ambition, being a young noble for the time being was also a good choice. He had seen too many arrogant political geniuses rise up quickly, and had also witnessed them falling due to their lack of self-control.

Every day, little Sable would ask the old housekeeper to secretly buy him a copy of the Empire's official newspaper, the only link he had with the secretive court of the Drumman Empire, each article containing a small or large political contest. Today, little Si Bo Er was still munching on his bread as usual as he flipped open the newspaper. However, he was surprised to see Bishop Hoyos suddenly dying and the news that Professor Kalai was going to be the new great professor of the Mage Palace.

She pointed at the headlines, and his eyes followed the bold headline on the tip of her finger and finally understood what her mother meant.

"The Victory Return of the Expedition Crusaders, King Drumman's Feast at the Court to Wash the Dirty."

The triumphant return of the Crusaders meant that these legitimate Church robbers would once again bring a generous sum of gold, silver, and jewelry to the Empire's finances and to the pope's pockets. The nobles and knights participating in the war would also receive different titles based on their merit points.

"So I can see a lot of great people tonight?" The dinner was just a means of socializing. No nobleman with a scheming mind would let go of this opportunity. And in the mind of little Sable, there was already a list of nobles that he wanted to get to know, and tonight's banquet would be the best time for him.

"Believe me, my child, this is not the best time yet, because it won't be long before the whole Weimar Court is in for a bloody battle. You still haven't chosen the right power, because you don't know if the big shots you're interested in will be sent to the gallows or the guillotine tomorrow."

"Then how long will it be before I no longer have to hide under your protection and be able to build my own stage in the turbulent German Empire?" Ten years? Twenty years? Was it because I had to wait for you to let go before I was pushed into the political vortex by myself? "" No, no! Or are we waiting for that stupid West Rider who only knows how to fight, to send our future to the guillotine? Mother, although I am just a child, it does not mean that I do not understand what is happening around me. "

"Sometimes I really don't think you look like a five-year-old."

After the carriage left the manor, it headed in the direction of the palace. The passersby all saw that the carriage of the magnificent four-horse carriage consciously moved to the side. The Durman Empire had a written rule that, with the exception of the five horses in the carriage, the remaining princes and dukes were equal to four horses. This was a etiquette that was not allowed to be overstepped by anyone, and it was also a symbol of the nobility.

Madame Joseph had always been wearing a noble black robe. Little Si Bo who was sitting in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked out the window at the people on the street who were looking up at them. He looked at them with admiration and jealousy and said to himself, "Everyone hopes that they are born dressed in luxurious clothing. Who would know that being a qualified noble isn't always taking the risk of losing their head?"

When Madame Joseph, who was resting with her eyes closed, heard this, she only lightly nodded her head without saying anything.

While he was still immersed in the magnificent scenery of the rich district, the sudden and violent shaking of the car made him stumble to the ground. The little boy, who had been cursing and climbing up from the window sill, had no aristocratic image at all, and he was about to pull back the curtain to get a better look when he heard the old butler's harsh, ill-mannered growl.

"You bastards! Can't you see that this is Duke Joseph's carriage?"

Little Spell lifted the curtain and walked out. Seeing a few people dressed in civilian clothes kneeling down and begging for mercy in panic, Madam Joseph frowned slightly and asked them what was going on.

"Madam, these people suddenly rushed out from the roadside, causing the horses to be alarmed and almost toppled the carriage." The old butler bowed and replied respectfully.

After checking the horses and the carriage, which were fine, the little Si Bo Er, who originally had no intention of continuing to worry about these trivial matters, was prepared to instruct the steward to continue his journey. When his eyes inadvertently glanced at the five civilians kneeling on the ground, he discovered that one of them faintly emitted a special kind of spiritual energy fluctuation; after receiving the baptism of Black Magic Conductor, little Si Bo's senses had become even stronger than normal people's.

Although he had discovered a piece of unpolished jade, little Si Bo Er didn't show any joy on his face. Instead, he calmly looked at that person and asked, "You, right. Lift your head up, you who is wearing white clothes."

Hearing this noble young master call for him to raise his head, Hugo, who was only sixteen years old, raised his head in fear, looked at the young Si Bo Er who was standing on the carriage and gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

"What's your name?" Small Si Bo Er looked at the pair of clear and bright eyes, softly asking.

"Hugo, Victor Hugo." The young man knelt on the ground and replied with a trembling voice.

"Why did you crash into our carriage?" Little Spauer looked with interest at the little man with the same name as Shakespeare of France.

"Because he is a slave on the run." "My dear noble young master, please forgive us for our useless offenses. We blame this damnable servant of his for our efforts to catch him, but in the end, we still let him escape, and that's why we accidentally disturbed your mood, young master."

With a sly look, he signaled his companions, who all agreed. Hugo, whose face was already deathly pale, turned even paler upon hearing their accusation. The slave-owner wondered what kind of waves a five-year-old child and a silent lady could create.

"Oh, so it's like that." "Then how do you account for the fact that you ran into my carriage and almost caused the grand duchess to fall to the ground?"

"This …" The slave owner, who originally wanted to push all the blame onto Hugo, was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that the little Si Bo would ask him this question back then. The nobles weren't characters that a commoner like him could mess with, as long as they had a word or a look, the officials in charge of this area could sentence them to death in order to curry the favor of this young duke.

"How about this?" "I'll take this slave as an apology for charging into my carriage. Oh, of course, you guys also need to prepare fifty silver coins as compensation for my mental loss, what about it? Too many? Of course, if you don't want to pay, the knights loyal to the Joseph family won't mind using their iron hooves to break your family's wall. Do you understand? "

Madame Joseph silently smiled at the actions of little Sbor, sighing in her heart that the actions of this five-year-old relative were perfectly suited to the image of a crafty aristocrat.

He pointed to the carriage carrying his servants and said, "If you don't mind, take a carriage behind you. Oh, by the way, welcome to the Joseph family. I'm your new master, Sibel."