258.Chapter 257 – Ranchi Questions Understanding Becoming a Tata
Chapter 257 – Ranchi Questions Understanding Becoming Tata
One week later.
As night fell, the lights of the distant towns gradually lit up, echoing the first stars.
In this quiet night, the magic energy train traveled along the tracks at high speed, passing by a patchwork of majestic mountains, dense forests, and serene lakes.
Inside the train compartment, the light reflects the dark brown solid wood floor and bronze iron decorations, and the elegant lacquered walls appear to be old and new, seemingly whispering the traces of the years.
Passengers standing or sitting, intertwined with a variety of topics, ladies dressed in gowns, hand slightly poured wine through the jewel-like deep red, with the side of the fellow passengers whispering, while the corner of the carriage, many young people eagerly discuss, their eyes are full of desire and expectations for the imperial capital of Protos.
The conductors, dressed in neat dark-colored uniforms, made their routine rounds in the carriages, and they were called to a halt from time to time to inquire about the needs of the passengers with polite smiles on their faces.
In one of the high-class compartments in the forward carriage of this magical train, a young man and young girl were seated by the window.
The youth’s clothing style was a mix of vintage and elegance, a white long-sleeved shirt with black trim on the collar and cuffs, a figure-flattering beige sleeveless vest separated by dark brown stripes into a diamond-shaped checkerboard grid, and a long, dark gray jacket hanging on the wall; his jacket had a large lapel collar and two slanted pockets, and was quite ethereal and mysterious.
This was the Northern Continent style clothing tailored for Ranch by the old tailor in Lilom City who specialized in clothing for Viscount Francis.
He was currently sitting in the carriage quietly looking at a book.
On the other hand, Zestila, who was on the opposite side, had already changed into the standardized clothing of the Proteus Royal Magic Academy.
Although if Zestila wore a hat to slightly conceal her magical features, she could be spared many strange gazes along the way, but she was not willing to cover up.
She didn’t see anything wrong with her magical features.
There were also magical railroads built in the Protoss Empire, but in order to get to the imperial capital from a remote town like Lilom City, one had to travel to the main city on the southwestern itinerary before being able to board the train.
For the most part, the two were each focused on the book they were holding.
Strange sights and lights came and went in the night.
Zestila closed the book in her hand and set it down beside her, then didn’t pick up another book either, as there were no more books to read.
She was not a fan of learned books, preferring to read magical books.
However, magic books were very troublesome to go through security and belonged to the controlled category, so she didn’t carry them.
She glanced slightly at the color of the book in Ranch’s hand and knew what he was reading.
The Chronicles of the Holy War, issued by the Imperial Royal Academy of Magic Press, by Theodore Arendelle, about the war that swept through the northern and southern continents a hundred years ago, and the beginnings and endings of the Magic Race’s rise to power.
Although there are some fabrications and dramatic elements filled in by the author’s wild imagination, many of the secrets of the Holy War are not clear today.
“You really are someone from the southern continent.”
Zestila said.
She had long been convinced that Ranch was a visitor from the southern continent, but when she saw him reading the history books that were found everywhere in the northern continent so carefully, it was rather more convincing than any evidence.
Ranchi heard Zestila’s voice and smiled as he put down the book in his hand to look across the table.
“The information about the North Continent on the South Continent’s side is indistinguishable from the true, and the only way to confirm the truth after being isolated is to come in person.”
This was a book he had borrowed from Viscount Francis.
He didn’t realize that Zestila might have read this book as well, according to his current understanding, she shouldn’t like historical novels.
The southern continent was only affected by the war, the specific cause of the Holy War in the northern continent did not involve too much depth, and the southern continent’s books about the history of the northern continent had more artistic components, which could be said to be one part true and nine parts false.
And the history of the Protoss Empire also do not know how much really, after all, history this thing has always paid attention to the details properly, Ranqi also just look at.
Zestila nodded.
She had also heard numerous versions of the rumors about the Southern Continent, but it was obvious that most of them were false, as they contradicted themselves too much.
“Are there any unreadable allusions?” She was used to teaching Ranch, and subconsciously worried when she saw that he might be in trouble.
“It’s okay, I probably understand some of it.”
Ranch had actually known a small portion of the backstory about the Northern Continent for a long time, but unfortunately the copywriters were riddlers.
Let’s just say that combining up the general background of the book, it’s kinda understandable for the time being.
“That’s good, ask me if you don’t understand.”
Zestila said.
“Good.”
Ranch replied with a smile.
He thought about it for a moment, it was rare that Zestila would be willing to chat.
So for the time being, he hung up the silk bookmark band attached to the core of the book and set the book in his hands on the edge of the table.
“Do you have any favorite historical figures?”
Ranch asked Zestila.
It was good to talk about history starting with the characters first, as one could infer the other person’s stance first so as not to say anything that would spoil or even upset them.
Zestila thought for a moment and
“More like a few of the Demon generals I guess, but the favorite would be Talia.”
“……?”
Ranchi’s expression froze slightly at his words, and he quickly adjusted his composure.
He didn’t expect to suddenly hear a familiar name here.
He even opened this book “Chronicles of the Holy War” again and flipped backwards, and sure enough, glancing at it, he saw Talia’s name.
It turned out that her name could still appear on the historical novels of the Northern Continent, worthy of being several hundred years old.
“Is there anything about this ancient woman?”
Ranqi asked curiously, he didn’t know what was so attractive about Talia besides being beautiful and powerful and ageless.
“She is tough and powerful yet full of talent, with a sensible heart underneath her cold exterior, the type of woman I would most like to be, and …… if the Demon Race can be restored to the country one day, I’m sure it will be done by her, right?”
When Zestila spoke of Talia, her flat voice took on a rare bit of longing.
“Why?”
Ranch was even more confused.
He actually didn’t think there was any way to restore the country on the basis of Talia, who was already living a happy retirement in Ichorite.
Not to mention restoring the country, now he guessed that if he wanted her to leave the Houghton Kingdom, she wouldn’t even be willing to do so.
“She’s never lost herself in her own power because of her desires like other demons. There is actually an old saying in the demon world that if a demon without desire appears in the world, it will definitely be the most terrifying and powerful demon. Perhaps it was because of this that Talia didn’t perish with the Demon Race and became the princess of the Endbringer.”
Zestila commented seriously.
(End of chapter)