Fantasy Simulator

Kaylin, the son of Baron Kaysen.

As the youngest son of Baron Kaysen, he was favored by Baron Kaysen since he was a child, and was Baron Kaysen's favorite child.

At this moment, as the youngest son of Baron Kaysen, he stayed by Baron Kaysin's side, sharing lunch with him.

"This opening, compared to the previous opening, seems to be much better..."

Feeling the memories that kept surging in his mind, Chen Heng was thoughtful, and this thought flashed in his mind.

Compared with the previous two times, this time he came from a noble family. Although his mother had passed away, his father was a baron with a territory.

This opening, to a certain extent, is even better than the previous identity of Zoro.

At least in name, Thorondo's father was just a knight.

Of course, despite the obvious, these are false.

After Chen Heng carefully sorted out his memory, he found that although his cheap 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 Sicilian knight is a real knight, and he also has a loyal knight under his command, the knight Edward.

But Baron Kaysen seems to have nothing here.

Although he has a territory, the scope is not too large, and the residents of the territory are not too many.

As for the armament of his subordinates, although there are, but among the hundreds of guards, there is not even a real knight.

This person seems to be more than the army under Sir Sicily, but seriously, it is no match for the Sicilian knights.

As long as there is a knight leading the team, just bring a few people, the guards of these hundreds of people will immediately fall apart, and they are not opponents at all.

"Named a noble, it seems to be one level higher than a knight in name, but in fact it is just a false name..."

After accepting the memory in his mind, Chen Heng was a little speechless: "Also, it seems that there is no knight breathing..."

When he dared to know his identity, Chen Heng was still a little excited, thinking that he could get a knightly breathing technique for nothing.

But it turns out that he thinks a little too much.

Baron Kaysen was indeed a nobleman, but he did not have a once glorious ancestor, so there was no chivalrous breathing method passed down.

It seems that even if they are also nobles, there is a big difference.

"really......"

Chen Heng sighed secretly: "I want to expect too much surprise from an identity worth 30 points, but I really think too much..."

In fact, his identity only cost 30 points.

Thirty points can have a starting point at the moment, which is already very good. Do you still want the knight's breathing method?

dream! !

"Kaelin, my child, what's the matter with you?"

From the front, a gentle voice came.

Listening to the voice, Chen Heng subconsciously raised his head and looked forward.

In the center of the hall, a man who looked a little thin and wore a black robe, who looked to be around forty or fifty years old, was sitting there. At this moment, a pair of eyes were watching him.

He looks to be close to fifty years old, which is quite old in this world, but he still looks very energetic, with a pair of eyes staring at Chen Heng, his attitude is still mild.

"Sorry, father."

A proper smile appeared on Chen Heng's face.

He looked at Kaysen in front of him and smiled softly: "I was thinking about today's homework just now, so I was a little distracted."

"Oh?"

Kaysen came to some energy: "What? Didn't you hate these homework the most in the past?"

"Disgust, doesn't mean you can't think."

Chen Heng briefly recalled Baron Kaysen's preferences, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Love is just instinct, no one will be willing to face a pile of boring and lacking knowledge."

"But excluding subjective personal favorites, I think these things exist because they are very useful."

"So, it doesn't hurt to think more."

He didn't change his face as he said so.

This is a complete nonsense.

In fact, as far as he is aware of, such as those so-called poetry and recitation, ancient art history courses, he doesn't think these things are very useful.

He doesn't deny that these things have some use, but there is no doubt that they will not change the situation of most people.

Normally, it's something that Chen Heng wouldn't even take a look at.

But not now.

Baron Kaysen liked him to say it, so he said it.

Sure enough, in the front, Baron Kaysen had a smile on his face: "Not bad."

"Kaelin, my boy, I never thought you could speak so clearly."

"I'll ask you one more question."

He raised his head, looked at Chen Heng in front of him, and asked another question: "Sword and poetry, who do you think is more important?"

Chen Heng was stunned for a while, but he was a little surprised at this time.

He lowered his head to think for a moment, and then continued: "Of course it depends on the occasion."

"Poetry soothes the flustered man, but the sword kills him..."

"Which one is more important depends on the purpose, and the occasion."

"but........"

Chen Heng paused, then paused for a while, then continued: "Whether it is mastering poetry or mastering swords, you can become a great person."

"But sword and poetry, it doesn't conflict..."

"so......"

Kasen thought about it, and then asked.

"Why...not all of them?"

Chen Heng lowered his head and said softly.

The hall was silent for a long time.

Sitting at the top, Kaysen looked at Chen Heng in surprise, looked at him for a long time, then nodded and said, "What you said makes sense..."

He sighed: "Our Aizlan family is here, and it has been passed down for hundreds of years..."

"For a long time, we have mastered poetry and become the assistants of higher rulers, but the only thing missing is the sword..."

He sighed deeply, as if he had remembered something, and his face looked a little melancholy at the moment.

After a while, Chen Heng walked out of the hall.

Walking out of the door, in the outside world, a burst of footsteps came quickly, accompanied by a rush of footsteps.

Chen Heng looked up and saw just outside, a tall, armor-clad figure strode forward and walked quickly towards where Chen Heng was.