Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 601 Stealing books isn't stealing, and militiamen are soldiers too?
Having finally gotten the chance, Zhang Yuan, who was trying to stuff something into his mouth, paused slightly before putting the still-warm honey-glazed roasted venison ribs into his mouth and using the time to chew to organize his thoughts.

Hiding it? How could that be! How could a model student like him deliberately lie?

It's just that a minor, insignificant character was accidentally forgotten during the narration.

"I only met Gregion once, and we had dinner together,"

Zhang Yuan picked up another piece of pork chop and replied unhurriedly:

"He came with Aymon and another young man, but the guy, despite his large build, was quite shy and didn't say much."

The words were spoken so casually, as if they were nothing more than ordinary matters, yet Tyrandeur finally confirmed his suspicions.

"You always have your own ideas, but hopefully your caution and rationality will keep your wild schemes in check."

"No treasure can be more valuable than life, and besides, I no longer represent just myself."

Tyrantil did not press the matter further.

The next day, Zhang Yuan came to say goodbye before leaving. The Grand Master simply waved his hand, signaling the other party to get lost and not disturb his reading.

Zhang Yuan didn't take it to heart; instead, he turned and left with a hint of smugness.

This was certainly not just him having fun on his own; the books the old man had were all thanks to him.

As a seasoned scholar, Tyrandeur's reading volume is not an exaggeration; it is as vast as the ocean.

He had visited Candlehold, which was not far away, many times, but even with the Grand Mage's wealth, he couldn't treat Candlehold like his own private residence and visit it every few days.

When his apprentice came running over in a rambling manner and asked if he wanted to see something good, he almost thought he had returned to that night many years ago.

The night in the Wild Buffalo Desert was cold and silent. Just as he and his companions were getting bored after preparing their spells, the bard in the group sneakily gathered everyone together and took out a small booklet. That was roughly the scene.

I'd like to see what kind of monkey tricks my apprentice will pull this time.

The result, of course, greatly shocked the Grand Master. "You've moved a library into your home?"

No matter how much Zhang Yuan claimed to have a vast knowledge and photographic memory, and how diligently he studied, Tyrantir treated it all as nonsense.

What nonsense! A photographic memory? How novel! As if everyone has that.

Diligent?

If you can't even work day and night, don't talk about being diligent. It's not uncommon for someone to harden their heart, bring nutritional supplements and recovery potions, and fight in the Candle Fortress for ten days and ten nights.

Even if he were to personally take the field, the expected gains would probably be less than one percent of what his apprentice would achieve.

But none of that matters. When a disciple shows kindness, how can a teacher reciprocate with a test?

I tried having my apprentice select a few relevant books to copy down, and after flipping through just a few pages, I could basically confirm that they were the originals.

This is no small matter. In all these years, Tyrande has never heard of even a single instance of anyone stealing... no, borrowing books from Candlekeep.

Although his apprentice was greedy, lustful, bullied the weak and feared the strong, and never got up early for nothing, he was still an unquestionable good kid!
Look, even the OMA family hasn't said anything, so this is a perfectly legitimate way to borrow books.

After decisively characterizing his disciple's heroic act, the Grand Master felt at ease and began to study the shared resources that his good disciple had presented as a sign of filial piety.

As for the other party's request to build a secret library and invite him to provide guidance, he readily agreed.

On one hand, Zhang Yuan was indeed being obsequious and respectful, but that didn't stop him from having his own little schemes running wild. After all, he was just a mortal, not a supercomputer or a mind flayer's brain. No matter how much knowledge he absorbed and stored, he still had to digest and absorb it, and then apply it flexibly to innovate. The process was probably as complicated as thirty-three heavens.

This glory of being a research whiz cannot be enjoyed alone; it must be shared with my dear teacher.

Such petty schemes were crystal clear to the Grand Master, yet he was pleased to see them succeed.

After reaching the summit, one sees other precipitous peaks; the joy of this experience is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

Full of pride, returning home with a full load, returning...

Before the lord, who had just returned home, could even plan the expansion of his library, the female thief, who had learned of his plans, came knocking on his door.

"By Lady Luck, this farce should come to an end. How come I never realized they were like this before?"

Nancy walked briskly ahead, constantly complaining about the ridiculous mess that had been going on these past few days.

Of course she couldn't see that Nancy herself was a bit unusual, and her strength was above average in the Flame Fist. Who would be so blind as to show off their superiority in front of her?

It's very difficult to address the root cause of this issue, and the underlying differences in social class belonging that it reflects cannot be fully explained in just a few words.

But if it's just about solving the immediate problem, that's easy.

After all, Zhang Yuan didn't dare to pick up the weapon of criticism, but the weapon of criticism was a piece of cake.

Of course, it wasn't the lord himself who took action; that kind of flippant, dismissive manner would really make him look bad, and it wouldn't sound pleasant at all.

The monk had his own plans.

Early in the morning, during the morning exercise time, the military camp training ground was bustling with activity, yet there was also a strange undercurrent of tension.

Led by Bard and Kegan, the militiamen meticulously followed the regulations for formation training.

On the other side of the field, the former Flame Fist soldiers were quite relaxed and at ease, focusing more on combat and teamwork.

The two styles are completely different and distinct, and theoretically they have nothing to do with each other.

but…

"Hey, Lord Bard, you are now a dignified knight, why bother training these militiamen yourself?"

“That’s right, we’re all old brothers from the Flame Fist lineage, you can trust us completely.”

"Leave professional matters to professionals. The battlefield is much more dangerous than the training ground or farmland. Don't expect us to be the supervisors when the time comes."

The Flame Fist soldiers, still in training, had the leisure to chat with Bard, and their conversation escalated to an inappropriate level, prompting Kadmon, who was temporarily in charge of leading the group, to become somewhat disapproving.

"I think your training tasks are a bit too light. Since you're so confident in yourselves, why not give you a little more responsibility?"

The old commander's words carried some weight, and the soldiers quieted down, focusing their energy on competing with the equipment and their sparring partners.

Kadmon sighed inwardly. Even though he, as the vice-captain, still had some influence, he had ultimately been removed from the official ranks.

Having traveled all the way from the north to this place, and then been left out for more than ten days, with people's hearts in turmoil, even though I and a group of high-ranking officials from Gaoya did a lot of reassurance, how could it be so easy to calm them down?

In his view, the team members' little actions were due to the drastic changes in recent days, which had put everyone in a restless state, and arrogance and conceit were just outward manifestations of this mentality.

Comparing oneself to a group of militiamen who were farmers turned out to be soldiers?
This is something that's disgraceful even if you win. If it were the old Flame Fist, he would never have been able to bring himself to do it.
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