The seminary's curriculum was still relatively unpretentious.
Xia Ai'er only remembered that he seemed to be constantly praising the Goddess, praising the Goddess for various reasons, and his classmates around him began to draw the scarlet moon, while others also had to politely return the gesture by drawing the scarlet moon.
Moreover, this education would last a lifetime, and after death, their souls would enjoy eternal slumber in the Deep Darkness Kingdom.
This was truly too joyful.
Xia Ai'er habitually drew a scarlet moon by connecting four points on his chest in a clockwise direction.
"Praise the Goddess."
Upon seeing Xia Ai'er's actions, his personal valet, Martin, smiled knowingly and also praised the Goddess by connecting four points on his chest.
Xia Ai'er: "..."
"Young Master, next Saturday, you have a rather important ball to attend, invited by Mahett Councilor."
Martin saw Xia Ai'er open the "night revelation" and seemed about to immerse himself in it, so he instructed the coachman to slow down and drive the carriage steadily.
Only after Xia Ai'er closed the book did he gently remind him.
You could have said it earlier.
I was just spacing out; no one would really be so tirelessly devoted to the story of the Evernight Goddess saving the world, would they?
"Martin, if I remember correctly, Mahett Councilor's political stance is to support improving the atmospheric environment, right?"
Xia Ai'er thought for a moment and said.
"You are not mistaken; Mahett Councilor supports the establishment of an Atmospheric Pollution Committee."
"Backlund's environment is getting worse and worse, and there are more and more voices of dissatisfaction."
Martin couldn't help but sigh, thinking of the increasingly severe smog.
Of course, he spoke rather euphemistically, because the Maynard family, including the political forces behind them, also owned factories.
Although they participated in politics, ran banks, and engaged in colonial trade, they also owned factories.
Xia Ai'er smiled; Mahett Councilor was also from the New Party.
He championed the slogan of governing atmospheric pollution, which could win many votes for the New Party.
Backlund's middle class and working class were also fed up with the increasingly deteriorating atmospheric environment.
Although most of these factories were built by the New Party, since a New Party councilor stood up to call for the kingdom to govern atmospheric pollution, shouldn't they cast more votes for the New Party?
"Do you think the Atmospheric Pollution Committee can be established?"
Xia Ai'er asked the personal valet who had been mingling in aristocratic circles since childhood.
"Young Master, I'm not sure."
Martin pondered for a moment and said.
"Why?"
Xia Ai'er asked curiously.
"Because the Conservative Party has also started building factories."
"They have land, people, connections, and money."
Martin said directly.
This was not a secret, as many members of the New Party had privately mocked the Conservative Party's actions.
Although there were many bankrupt Conservative Party nobles, those were mostly minor nobles.
Those more established Conservative Party nobles, gritting their teeth and pooling their resources, could also participate in these industries.
Oh.
Insufficient cash, and the banking industry temporarily found it difficult to break the New Party's blockade.
With vast land resources, why not start there to make some money?
Indeed, running factories could exploit workers, increase income, and didn't require much technical difficulty, so why not do it?
Wherever there were pounds, there were nobles?
Regardless of the party?
No wonder you forced George III to cooperate with the Demoness Church.
The Night Church, the Storm Church, the Church of Steam and Machinery—these nobles had connections on all sides.
The eldest son inherited the title, while the second, third, and fourth sons either joined the military for service, joined the church, or joined MI9, intermarrying with others.
Xia Ai'er felt that if he were king, he would also have to draw his sword.
"Praise the Goddess."
Xia Ai'er didn't know what to say, so he simply praised the Goddess.
"Praise the Goddess; I hope Backlund's atmospheric environment can improve soon."
"By the way, Young Master, which evening gown do you plan to wear for tonight's banquet?"
Martin sighed slightly, perhaps only a deity could resolve these tangled issues.
Seeing that Xia Ai'er was no longer discussing the topic, he asked.
"The black one."
Xia Ai'er said casually.
He was somewhat used to it by now, all sorts of banquets.
Dancing, chatting, gossiping, eating buffet...
It wasn't particularly interesting, but it was adequate for passing the time.
"I will have it ready for you."
"Do you have any other plans for tonight?"
Martin nodded.
"No classes on the weekend."
"I plan to go out for a night stroll tonight."
Xia Ai'er thought for a moment and said.
"A night stroll?"
Martin's expression became somewhat pained.
"Do you want to take a walk in the West Borough or Empress Borough?"
The personal valet asked, holding onto a last shred of hope.
"Of course, we'll just stroll casually, taking a walk along Sivilas Street..."
Xia Ai'er said in a relaxed tone.
Phew ~
Martin breathed a sigh of relief; the Police Headquarters was on Sivilas Street, and the public order there was very good at night.
Who knew Xia Ai'er hadn't finished speaking yet,
"All the way through Donald Street, across Backlund Bridge, to enjoy the night view on the other side of the bridge."
Xia Ai'er decided happily.
"No!"
Martin's voice became somewhat sharp.
"Martin, the Hillston Borough, Cherwood Borough, and Bridge Borough all have good public order."
"You should have some faith in our hardworking night-shift patrol officers."
"Perhaps, I'll just wander around the West Borough and feel bored and want to go back?"
Xia Ai'er raised his hand and gently pressed it down, signaling the slightly flustered valet to calm down.
"Young Master, this really won't do; those patrolmen who only know how to drive away vagrants are not trustworthy."
"Unless you kill me, I absolutely will not agree.
If Mrs. Maynard knew you went so far at night, she would definitely lock you at home."
Martin had no choice but to bring up Mrs. Maynard, that formidable figure.
Fortunately, Xia Ai'er only mentioned going as far as the Bridge Borough to look.
If he had said he wanted to go to the East Borough at night, then poor Martin would probably have already fainted by now.
"Martin, Mother is already very tired taking care of Brother; let's not trouble her anymore."
"We'll just walk along the main road and call out that guy who scammed us for money to be our bodyguard."
"We'll bring two pistols for self-defense; that should put your mind at ease, right?"
Xia Ai'er gently persuaded.
"You... you must promise me that you absolutely will not go to dangerous places, otherwise... I will definitely tell Mrs. Maynard."
Martin gritted his teeth, and after a long psychological struggle, still chose to compromise.
It was better for him to go with the Young Master than for the Young Master to sneak out alone.
"Don't worry, we're just admiring the moon.
Repeating the same life every day requires a bit of appropriate relaxation, doesn't it?"
"Martin, you also need to get some good rest."
After Xia Ai'er finished speaking, he reopened the "night revelation" and said no more, as if everything was settled.
Young Master, although your comfort moves me, you're taking up my rest time!
Martin showed a somewhat forced smile.
He suddenly remembered something, and the bitterness on his face dissipated a little as he said:
"Young Master, I forgot to remind you, your disposable funds for this month are running low."
Bang!
Xia Ai'er suddenly slammed shut the Holy Scripture of Night in his hand.
No money? How could that be!