Chapter 18 Poetry and the Sword
Kailin is the child of Baron Kaisen.
As the youngest son of Baron Kaisen, he has been loved by Baron Kaisen since childhood and is Baron Kaisen's favorite child.
At this moment, as the youngest son of Baron Kaisen, he was staying by Baron Kaisen's side and having lunch with him.
"This start seems to be much better than the previous one..."
Feeling the memories constantly surging in his mind, Chen Heng was thoughtful and this thought flashed through his mind.
Compared with the previous two times, this time he was born into a noble family. Although his mother had passed away, his father was a baron with territory.
This start, to some extent, is even better than Saurondo's previous identity.
At least in name, Thorondo's father was just a knight.
Of course, although this is the case on the surface, it is all false.
After Chen Heng carefully sorted out his memories, he discovered that although his adoptive father this time was a baron, he seemed to be inferior to the Sicilian knight he simulated last time in some aspects.
At least, the Knight of Sicily is a true knight, and he has a loyal knight in the form of Knight Edward under his command.
But Baron Kaisen seemed to have nothing here.
Although he owns a territory, it is not too large and there are not too many residents in the territory.
As for his armed men, although they had some, there was not even one real knight among the hundreds of guards.
This number of people may seem to be larger than the army under the Sicilian knight, but if you count carefully, they are no match for the Sicilian knights.
As long as there is a knight leading the team, or just some random people, these hundreds of guards will immediately fall apart and will be no match at all.
"They are called nobles, and nominally seem to be one level higher than knights, but in fact, it is just an empty title..."
After accepting the memory in his mind, Chen Heng was speechless: "Moreover, it seems that there is not even the Knight's Breathing Method..."
When he first began to learn about his own identity, Chen Heng was a little excited, thinking that he could get a copy of the Knight's Breathing Technique for free.
But it turned out that he was overthinking it.
Baron Kaisen is indeed a nobleman, but he does not have glorious ancestors, so no knight's breathing method has been passed down.
It seems that even though they are both nobles, there are huge differences between them.
"really……"
Chen Heng sighed secretly: "I want to expect that an identity worth 30 points can bring big surprises, but I am really thinking too much..."
In fact, he only spent thirty points to obtain this identity.
Thirty points is already a very good starting point, and you still want the Knight's Breathing Method?
dream!!
"Kelin, my child, what's wrong with you?"
A gentle voice came from the front.
Hearing the sound, Chen Heng subconsciously raised his head and looked forward.
In the middle of the hall, a thin-looking man in his forties or fifties, wearing a black robe, was sitting there. At this moment, a pair of eyes were staring at him.
He looked to be close to fifty years old, which was considered very old in this world, but he still looked very energetic. He stared at Chen Heng with a pair of eyes and a relatively gentle attitude.
"I'm sorry, father."
Chen Heng showed a perfect smile on his face.
He looked at Kaisen in front of him and smiled softly, "I was just thinking about today's homework, so I was a little distracted."
"oh?"
Kaisen perked up a little: "Why? Didn't you hate these lessons the most in the past?"
"Disgust doesn't mean you won't think about it."
Chen Heng briefly recalled Baron Kaisen's preferences, and after a little thought, he said, "Liking is just instinct. No one is willing to face a pile of boring and scarce knowledge."
"But apart from my subjective preferences, I think the reason these things exist is because they are very useful."
"So, there's no harm in thinking more."
He said this without changing his expression.
This is complete nonsense .
In fact, from what he had noticed so far, such as those so-called poetry and recitation, ancient art history and other courses, he didn't think these things were of much use.
He did not deny that these things were of some use, but there was no doubt that they did not make any difference to the situation of most people.
Under normal circumstances, these are things that Chen Heng would not even look at.
But not now.
Baron Kaisen liked him to say that, so he said that.
Sure enough, up ahead, Baron Kaisen smiled: "Not bad."
"Kaylyn, my child, I never thought you were capable of such insightful words."
"Let me ask you another question."
He raised his head, looked at Chen Heng in front of him, and asked another question: "Swords and poetry, which one do you think is more important?"
Chen Heng was stunned, and was a little surprised at this time.
He lowered his head and thought for a moment before continuing, "Of course it depends on the occasion."
"Poetry can soothe a troubled man, but the sword can kill him..."
"Which one is more important depends on the purpose and the occasion."
"but……"
Chen Heng paused for a moment, then continued: "Whether it is mastering poetry or mastering swords, one can become a remarkable person."
"But sword and poetry, there is no conflict..."
"so……"
Kaisen thought for a moment, then asked.
"Why...can't I have them all?"
Chen Heng lowered his head and spoke softly.
There was silence in the hall for a long time.
Sitting at the head, Kaisen looked at Chen Heng in surprise for a long time before nodding and saying, " What you said makes sense..."
He sighed: "Our Aizilan family has been here for hundreds of years..."
"For a long time, we mastered poetry and became assistants to higher rulers, but the only thing we lacked was the sword..."
He sighed deeply, as if he remembered something, and his face looked a little melancholy at this moment.
After a moment, Chen Heng walked out of the hall.
Walking out of the door, outside, there was a quick sound of footsteps, accompanied by a hurried sound of footsteps.
Chen Heng looked up and saw a tall figure in armor striding outside, walking quickly towards where Chen Heng was.
As his pace quickened, his appearance gradually emerged.
This was a very tall young man, who looked to be in his early thirties, at the prime of his life.
He was wearing a suit of white soft armor, which made him look extremely majestic. He looked like a brown bear, strong and powerful, and particularly outstanding.
