[201-400] LORD OF THE WORLD: I BECOME THE LORD OF THE DESERT FROM THE START

Chapter 235: Repairing the Extraordinary Hunter

It was already night when Richard returned to Twilight City.

The clear moon shone down from the sky, and the moonlight was like water. It covered the entire territory.

It looked like it had a remarkable layer of beauty.

In the square in front of the Lord’s mansion, the residents who had just finished dinner actively attended literacy classes and learned new knowledge.

Everyone started learning from literacy, and the class only taught a little profound knowledge.

The “Shining Era” was unlike the Modern Era, where information exploded. The aristocrats monopolized the rare item, knowledge. How could ordinary people have the right to acquire it?

Only the great lord of the great Twilight City could be so kind and generous.

At this moment, he could display it in front of them so straightforwardly and let them learn as they pleased.

The residents, who had realized the value of knowledge, were hungry for it.

It was impossible to imagine how high the desire for knowledge of ordinary residents was without experiencing the background of this “Shining Era”.

In this world, knowledge represented power, authority, social status, and class… It represented everything.

Even if enemies forced them to leave Twilight City one day, they could find a job without worrying about food and clothing with their strong literacy skills.

Not to mention, his lordship had also promised that those who studied well would have the opportunity to be specially trained.

These residents who couldn’t even find a way to learn before had put in a lot of effort after they got this opportunity.

And the cohesion of the people’s hearts with this policy was far beyond his imagination.

Some of these residents worshipped him as a god and almost wanted to build a church for him.

When Richard looked at the crowded square, he quietly dismissed the soldiers. He did not disturb the residents in class.

After he brought home Emily secretly to the Lord’s mansion, he arranged for two people to take care of the centaur that had turned into a five or six-year-old girl under the surprised gazes of the maids.

After a sumptuous dinner, Emily couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. She was so sleepy that she kept yawning.

The centaur was nervous and unwilling to let go while it held Richard’s hand. It said,

“Father, you won’t leave me, right?”

Richard looked at the figure who sat on the carpet and gazed at him with a face full of dependence.

He felt a little strange in his heart.

Why did it feel so wonderful to be called father?

While he looked at a figure who trusted him without any reservation and looked at him helplessly, he felt something strange.

He touched its head.

“Emily, be good and go to sleep. I’ll take you to collect honey tomorrow morning.”

The little centaur’s eyes immediately lit up. It pursed its lips as if it were reminiscing the taste it had just tasted.

“Father, is it the very, very sweet food we ate today?”

Richard smiled.

“Of course.”

When the centaur looked forward to collecting honey the next day, Emily reluctantly went upstairs to rest with the maidservants.