Chapter Eight: The Imperial Capital Pendragon

Britannia Empire, the capital of Pendragon.

As the capital of the Britannia Empire, Pendragon is the only big city in the Britannia Empire with a population of over one million.

The row upon row of tavern houses, the hustle and bustle of citizens on the streets, the endless stream of carriages, and the accents of various countries echoing in the ears.

All of these make Pendragon worthy of the title of "the most prosperous city in the Britannia Empire".

At this time, somewhere in Pendragon——

Ed yawned.

It's really boring. Ed pulled his gray beard as he thought about it.

Three months ago, His Majesty the Emperor decided to summon excellent teachers from all over the country to teach his 6-year-old granddaughter, Ilsa Augustus.

The vast majority of people understand His Majesty's decision, and it is normal to recruit history teachers, astronomy teachers, philosophy teachers, etc.

But His Majesty the Emperor still wants to recruit teachers who can teach the art of war.

This is a bit abnormal, what do you teach your granddaughter the art of war?

However, all the officials were relieved afterwards. After all, the emperor of this generation—His Majesty Ge Zewen, is a somewhat stupid and incompetent emperor who always makes some absurd and nonsensical decisions. It happened, what's the point of asking a teacher of the art of war to teach the emperor's granddaughter the art of war?

Wanting to become the emperor's granddaughter's art of war teacher is easy to say, but difficult to say. You just need to write down your understanding and perception of the art of war, and then submit it. There will be special personnel to review, and those special personnel will decide who is qualified to become the emperor's granddaughter's art of war teacher.

And Ed is responsible for accepting the writings of those who apply for the imperial granddaughter's art of war teacher.

After taking over this task 3 months ago, Ed has been sitting in the central square of Pendragon for 3 months.

After three months, very few people came to apply for the art of war teacher.

And today is the last day, after today, you can no longer come to apply for the military art teacher of the emperor's granddaughter.

Ed, who was sitting on the chair, yawned again, and then stretched his waist. While stretching, he thought:

After the sun goes down today, I can finally end this boring task. Really, who would study the art of war? The emperor is getting older and more confused. If you want to teach the emperor and granddaughter the art of war, please invite those who have knowledge Wouldn't it be enough for a knight with experience in leading troops to fight?

At this moment, Ed felt the light in front of him dim suddenly. He looked up and found a young boy standing in front of him.

Ed thought to himself:

Ok? Why does this boy with black hair and black pupils look so much like a prairie man in the east? But it doesn't look like a prairie man in detail.

Ed carefully looked up and down the black-haired boy in front of him. The black-haired boy in front of him is taller, not burly, a little thinner, and his facial features are very delicate, but his facial features are more like those of a prairie man, but they are not the same as those of a prairie man. His eyes are bigger and the bridge of his nose is also higher. .

"Excuse me," the black-haired boy said, "is this the place to receive the 'Art of War Experience'?"

Ed raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Young man, are you here to apply for the teacher of the art of war of Her Highness Ilsa?"

The dark-haired boy nodded.

"yes."

"Young man, do you... understand the art of war? Judging by your appearance, you are just a commoner, right?"

"I know."

The black-haired boy's answer was short but powerful. Ed was taken aback by the powerful answer of the black-haired boy.

This young man is really confident... But looking at his eyes and his aura, it doesn't feel like he's bragging.

Ed straightened his clothes, and waved away all the contempt he had just had,

Seriously said: "Then you should also understand that if you want to become the emperor's granddaughter's art of war teacher, what do you have to hand in?"

"Ok, I know."

The black-haired boy took out a stack of neatly stacked papers.

Ed spread it out and found five large sheets of paper.

"I've written so much, the handwriting is quite beautiful."

Ed glanced at it roughly, and then put it away solemnly. Anyway, he didn't know the art of war, so he couldn't see how well this black-haired boy wrote.

"I have received it, thank you for your hard work. You came in time. Today is the last day. After today, you can no longer apply for the military art teacher of the emperor's granddaughter. Please write your name and current address to me. If After you are selected, someone will pick you up to enter the palace to attend the inauguration ceremony. But if you are not selected, no one will pick you up. Tomorrow will officially start reviewing the "art of war experience" submitted by all applicants. Results will be available in about 5 days."

"Yes, I know."

Ed handed a piece of paper and a quill to the black-haired boy.

The black-haired boy handed Ed the paper and quill, and then began to write his name and current address on the paper.

Ed, who was curious about the black-haired boy, paid special attention to the name of the black-haired boy.

Is this young man called Su Cheng... What a strange name, neither like the name of the prairie people nor our name. Ok? Live in a stable?

 …

"Boss, someone has come to apply for a chef!"

Owen, who was calculating the store's income for this month, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head after hearing the voice of the waiter in the store.

"Anyone here to apply for a chef?"

Owen is the owner and the only chef of a small restaurant in Pendragon. Although the restaurant is not very big, the business is very good every day, and Owen is too busy every day.

To lighten his burden and expand the restaurant's menu, Owen decided to hire an additional chef.

Now it's just Owen and a hired waitress named Laika.

It's just that the recruitment announcement has been posted for more than a month, but no suitable candidates have been recruited. Because Owen's conditions are too harsh, Owen himself is a well-known chef with excellent cooking skills. Because of his good cooking skills, the business of his small restaurant is so booming. Owen only intends to recruit people whose culinary skills are equal to or better than his own, so after more than a month, he has not recruited new chefs.

But now a new candidate has arrived.

Owen stood up with his big beer belly, and said to Laika, the only waiter in his shop, "Take me to see."

Owen followed Laika to the door of his restaurant.

I found a very beautiful girl standing at the door of my restaurant.

The girl looked about a teenager, with aqua blue shoulder-length hair, aqua blue pupils, and exquisite facial features—a very beautiful girl.

"Little girl, are you going to be the chef of my restaurant?"

The blue-haired girl nodded.

"Well, yes. My name is Carol Cook, and I'm somewhat confident in my cooking skills."

Owen smiled contemptuously.

"Hmph, everyone who applied for the job said that before, but the result? They are all idiots! Come in, let me test you to see if you are qualified to be the chef in my shop."