For more than ten days, Charles practiced the magic of blood-returning blood without leaving home. He even didn't take a step in the house except for eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating. He was a very otaku.

"I'm not so homeless in the Internet era, but I ran to another world and came to my house to squat." He laughed secretly, but was not ready to change his lifestyle.

It is hard to say whether this is because I hope to learn this spell earlier, or because I have not had much sense of security in my heart because of the influence of a strange world.

Logically speaking, he should have more contact with the caster group in this situation. However, the previous two contacts made him understand that beginners who have not yet officially started should focus on improving themselves, rather than going out to make friends with long-standing and good-spirited people - will the strong make friends with the weak?

Of course, if he has resources, he can ignore this unspoken rule, but he has not.

The world of the Song of Ice and Fire is generally still a mortal fight, rather than real swords and magic. Charles feels that other than human resources there can only be appetizers.

The dragon bone is very valuable, but not much, and it cannot be obtained for the time being. When Long Jing said that, when he arrived at the North Military Camp, he had already asked the woman in red robe to write a letter to excavate to Longshi Island. The lady has a great status in Longshi Island, and it seems that there are some gang members - this relationship is not in vain, so she will not let her follow him in vain, right?

Unfortunately, the world of Ice and Fire Song is inconvenient. If you want to get the dragon crystal, you can only wait for Stannis, the Duke of Dragon Stone Island, to send an envoy to discuss the war with Ed.

...

After practicing day and night, Charles was so obsessed with food and sleep, and even completely entered a state of selflessness. The abandoned "blank" paper in the bedroom was thrown into balls, and he sent them into the fireplace with his own hands to burn into ashes.

The prompt in front of me floats from morning to night, and the whole person seems to be intoxicated. When he sleeps at night, he even dreams that the message of the True Knowledge floats by... so that when he wakes up in the morning, he often falls into confusion. Is it a dream or does he have practiced it?

However, just when he felt that it should be almost done, Charles suddenly received a notice that Sir Seth, the president of the noble welfare management association, had returned to Pita City!

...

"The baron enjoys a financial subsidy of 50 pounds per year for the royal family. This tradition has lasted for nearly a hundred years, but you are not lucky. This meeting has been revised on this point."

As he said slowly, the fat, well-dressed middle-aged nobleman in front of him raised his cup and sipped his coffee, and then said slowly in his long-standing Dulin’s “Royal” accent: “Prince Brown proposed to convert the originally one-time money subsidy into monthly payments, which is naturally because of many incompetent squandering; of course, I believe that you are not that kind of person, but we cannot refuse this regulation…”

“So, what about the ceremony?”

Sitting in this reception hall, Charles asked in wonder.

Inheritance ceremony: Inheritance ceremony, since there are two words rituals, the scene should be quite large. However, now he seems to have gone to a government department to do business, and the only one who is responsible for receiving him is this fat man.

He was not interested in rituals or something, but just simply wondering.

"Rite?" President Seth grinned when he mentioned this, "If you have many friends in Peeta City, you can hold a celebration dinner tonight, but the premise is to pay out of your own pocket and the association will not reimburse it."

"Or you can also send a big invitation to the jazz in the city, provided that you want to make more friends."

"So I'm done now?" Shir looked down at the "contract" he signed, and then looked at the token of the territory medal that he had "finally obtained" on the contract. Shir's expression was confused.

"The ages are different, and everyone doesn't do that." The fat president sighed: "There is no territorial taxation, we are not as rich as our ancestors in ancient times. If you hold an inheritance ceremony, you have to host a banquet for all the adults in the city, right?

"Your Excellency, don't blame me for being too talkative. Those people's butts are very expensive. If you want to satisfy their appetite, the scale of the banquet will not be small, otherwise it will be criticized. Why do you think this thankless thing is done? Who isn't a fool..."

"So generally, we will say..." He elongated his tone.

"Do what you can?"

"That's right."

After slapping coffee, President Seth put aside the topic and turned to: "About your property in Canyon Town, I will make a list to deliver it to you later. Because it is a bit sudden, I am actually not ready yet. I am really sorry."

"By the way, in addition to providing us with welfare subsidies every month, the royal family also requires the municipal governments of Dulin to relax the admission conditions for the aristocratic class. That is to say, if you need it, we will give you municipal job opportunities first. But please don't get me wrong. I will say this when I receive all the gentlemen, because this is the rule. Of course, the salary provided by the municipal government is actually pretty good, if you need it..."

"Not needed, thank you." Shire replied.

Joke, who would finally come to work after traveling through time?

That's really too much.

It is impossible to work, and he is not short of money.

Well, there is no shortage for the time being.

Seeing that there was nothing else needed to be reminded, Charles stood up with the inheritance certificate that belonged to him and was about to leave, but at this time the fat president suddenly stopped him.

However, a chubby hand reached out to him, looking smiling.

"Hello, Sir Kelanston, get to know again, I am Peter Seth, Baron of the Side Tower."

...

"The mentality of the privileged class being superior to others is not without a reason."

Sitting in the carriage on the return trip, looking at the five gold head coins in his hand, Charles sighed secretly.

If calculated according to the living habits of ordinary people, the current financial subsidies that will be provided every month are more than enough to maintain a life.

"Some people make money while lying down, some people get up early and work hard to move bricks, but they can't even eat enough..."

Shaking his head, Charles sighed a lot about this, but he didn't care much.

Now he is sitting in the ranks of making money while lying down, enjoying the privilege of making money while lying down, but he is not qualified to despise anything.

Now it’s important to go home and practice magic quickly, and then go to the world behind the door to improve your strength.

In this hidden and surging world, strength is the foundation.

Privileged status?

While thinking secretly, the carriage drove to the direction of Ligustrum Street and finally became closer to the doorstep.

However, after Charles arrived at his address, he had to walk out of the house door again.
Chapter completed!