Undoubtedly, Baroness Ramd was a woman of considerable grace and aristocratic bearing.
The atmosphere at the dining table wasn't overly stiff. The elegantly dressed Boyanka Lanzworth Ramd, Baroness Ramd, set down her teacup.
She looked at her eldest and youngest sons with affection, listening to her eldest son's vivid descriptions of his recent interesting adventures at sea, and then watching her youngest son lower his head, poking at the vegetables he disliked on his plate, muttering something inaudible. Her expression softened even further. "It seems this sea voyage was indeed very interesting."
"However," Baroness Boyanka suddenly changed the subject. Tang, being a Seer, had already sensed something was coming and lowered his head even further.
Here it comes, the terrifying 'motherly love and filial piety'.
"A few days ago, Viscount Odwell visited your father," Baroness Boyanka said, looking at her eldest son, who suddenly froze, a look of realization followed by stiffness on his face. "Your age has reached a point where marriage can be discussed, Owen. Your father and I are very pleased with Viscount Odwell's youngest daughter."
As she spoke, she covered her mouth and chuckled softly. "Of course, your father and I are not rigid people. The Lady encourages marriage and equal, normal interactions between the sexes. It all depends on you. If you don't like Viscount Odwell's youngest daughter..."
The Kingdom of Loen, established by the Augustus family, predominantly worshipped the three orthodox deities: the Lady of the Night, the God of Craftsmen, and the Lord of Storms.
Evidently, Baroness Boyanka was a devout follower of the Lady of the Night.
"The Lady's holy scripture is always so gentle," Owen said with an awkward smile before turning to his younger brother, blinking helplessly.
Tang, having just been disturbed from his peaceful sleep that morning, merely raised his head and offered a look of helplessness in return.
Rescue? Not adding fuel to the fire was already a blessing.
"Mother, I'm finished," Tang said, wanting to avoid the flames spreading to him. Without regard for his elder brother's somewhat stiff expression, he wiped his lips with a napkin and prepared to go for a stroll.
"Speaking of which, Tang might also need you to take a good look," Owen said, having run out of options and trying to steer the conversation in another direction.
"Owen is right, Tang, you also need to consider it carefully, not just your background, but also..." Baroness Boyanka said with a smile, watching Tang's pace suddenly quicken.
Tang practically fled the dining room, and as he left, he secretly gave Owen the middle finger.
Owen returned a gesture that seemed to be a secret between the two of them.
Tang: "I kind of want to punch him."
Declining the servants' offer to accompany him, he stepped out of the somewhat medieval-feeling ancient castle. Before him lay a small town with a limited population and scarce resources.
Ramd Town was the territory of his father, Baron Wilbert Ramd. Located in the center of the surrounding villages and serving as a trading point for the nearby countryside, it barely qualified as a town.
And this Baron Ramd, the man who had been a wanderer for a long time after losing his memory, had joined the army to be worthy of his current wife, a noble lady at the time. He became a knight of the Loen Empire, earned many merits, and was eventually bestowed the title of Baron. Only then did he obtain this less-than-ideal territory and the already emaciated commoners within it.
Tang breathed in the fresh air. This place, yet to develop steam engines and with the vast majority still engaged in agriculture, resembling medieval Europe, was not convenient, but the environment was considerably better.
"Alright, today's task is to strengthen my understanding of the Marionettist acting method. Hmm, although I've already learned the Marionettist's acting principles beforehand and watched the Marionettist's acting method in its entirety from a third-person perspective..."
Tang pondered for a moment, lightly clicking his left teeth twice, and entered spirit vision.
Countless illusory black threads appeared from all directions, thin and numerous, densely packed.
They stretched to the infinite distance above his head, seemingly reaching the end of the void, eerie and terrifying.
Frankly, if someone with trypophobia saw this scene, they would probably have an attack on the spot.
"And it's quite SAN-dropping."
Opening the system panel, Tang briefly scanned his status.
Although the damn system kept urging him to switch pathways, he had to admit that sometimes it was quite useful.
For example, he could see his health bar and the specific percentage value of his spirituality, and he could see the degree of digestion. Oh, right, and one more thing.
He didn't have the Gray Fog as a mobile warehouse. Carrying more extraordinary items or storing valuable materials should have been a headache.
However, since advancing to Sequence Six, reaching the middle sequence, the system had opened up a ten-slot system space warehouse, and every time he advanced a sequence, the system's space warehouse would expand by another ten slots.
After becoming Sequence Five, the slots naturally expanded to twenty. It was convenient to take things out and difficult to guard against, making it more convenient than the Gray Fog in some situations.
"After all, a magician doesn't perform unprepared shows."
Tang looked at his space slots and took out one of the magical items.
A slender iron chain clung to his left arm, with a red gem embedded at the tip. It was wrapped around his wrist, disguised as an accessory, casually concealed by his wide sleeves.
Tang walked out of the castle, intending to take a stroll in the town today.
Generally, nobles and their commoners did not live close to each other. This was not only because nobles did not want the poor to interfere with their own lives, but also to prevent the various domestic wastes produced by the commoners from having the opportunity to affect the nobles' appetite and sight.
People who could clean themselves daily and regularly dispose of garbage were rare in the Kingdom of Loen, especially since the situation in the Kingdom of Loen had not yet stabilized, with constant friction with surrounding countries, and a third of the population whose economic foundation could not meet basic needs.
Starting from the castle, if he didn't take a carriage, it would take about twenty minutes to reach the market on foot at a leisurely pace.
Every spirit thread in his spirit vision had a different owner. Tang, having used the Faceless's extraordinary ability to disguise himself, familiarized himself with the world through the eyes of a Marionettist while also giving himself a divination.
The iron chain wrapped around his left wrist became the medium for the pendulum. When he noticed the pendulum behaving abnormally, he frowned slightly.
"There is some danger, but it's not high," Tang analyzed. "Has someone infiltrated this place?"
"Hmm, not a high sequence, probably not even as high as mine. Middle-low sequence, or an extraordinary profession inclined towards physical combat."
(End of this chapter)