Chapter 2 (2/2)

Liszt shook his head. “It was because I accidentally ate poisonous fruit last time. I’ll pay more attention this time.”

Marcus simply said, “I’ll inform your squires and decide the route of your visit tonight to ensure your safety.”

“Thank you.”

“You should be cautious,” Goltai said helplessly.

Liszt did not say anything more. His teachers were unaware of his real plan. His body hadn’t completely recovered yet. If it were up to him, he would’ve waited until he was well before he went out. He had to ride a horse since he did not have a wagon.

Riding horses was not easy in his inherited memories, because there were no saddles and stirrups here—knights with combat aura could ride horses or any other creature without any help.

Saddles will prevent the combat aura from combining with the horse… But isn’t it uncomfortable to just sit on the back of the horse? thought Liszt after seeing his teachers off.

“My lord, when do you plan to go to bed?” his valet came in and asked.

“After ten. Thomas, bring a candle to my study. I want to read.” Liszt sent his valet away.

Thomas seemed disappointed. He hadn’t found an opportunity to prove himself these days. Liszt always sent him away instead of asking for his service.

As a valet, he felt that the baron did not like him, and he was worried about his job.

He concerns were valid. Liszt did not like valets. Every time Thomas helped him get dressed, Liszt had goosebumps all over his body. He hated aristocracy!

Why couldn’t male nobles have handmaids?

The study was illuminated by the candle that Thomas brought. Liszt rose and pulled the curtain. He saw few lights in the town not far away.

Everything was dim.

There was no nightlife, but only infinite silence, in a town where people could hardly keep their bellies full.

Is this my territory? It’s poor and underdeveloped, but it belongs to me. This town is my independent country… and I’ll build it into a paradise!

In his trance, a faint mist popped up before Liszt. The mist zigzagged into intricate characters that looked like bundles of snakes. That was the general language of the Iron Mountain Kingdom, known as the Ophidian. The origin of the language was untraceable. Recording history was not a habit of the people here.

Having inherited all the memories of his former self, Liszt could understand the Ophidian language.

He had been baffled by the content for a week.

Mission: As a liege, you need to understand everything in your territory. Please inspect Flower Town, get to know the crises of the place, and make preparations for future development. Reward: sublimation of combat aura.

It was short and uncomplicated.

However, Liszt could not understand why he could see the misty Ophidian words. His former self’s memories suggested that they had been appearing since his childhood, but they were very fuzzy back then, to the point that he thought it was an illusion.

It was not until the soul transmigration that Liszt finally saw the words clearly.

After a brief daze, he reached for the mist, but it immediately disappeared, further proving that it was just an illusion.

However, Liszt did not feel that it was an illusion. What if it was a side effect of transmigration, or the representation of a certain system? He intended to test it in person.

The mission would be accomplished after he visited his dominion. He would see if he would be rewarded.

If he didn’t, then it was only an illusion.

If he did, it was an advantage.

Or was it a transmigrater’s goldfinger, which had arrived before he did?