Chapter 3

Memphis is the name of a giant beast in the sea. It is said that the sea beast has a very elephant head, the body of a giant dragon, with wings on its back, which can fly into the sky or into the sea. It often makes huge waves from the deep sea, but this is only a legend. No one has seen it. Now a city named after Memphis appears in front of Sean.

Menfitos was upgraded to a city by the kingdom of Sirte two years ago. The details are still shallow. At present, it is far from magnificent, but this is only the beginning.

Under the banner of the Montel family, Sean's sailboat entered the port without a long wait. After entering the city of Memphis, Sean really felt the vitality of the city, just like a burning flame, emitting scorching light and heat.

Through the glass carriage window, looking at the people and goods coming and going on the main street of Memphis, Sean's handsome face showed a thoughtful color. Obviously, it is extremely abnormal that Memphis, as a pioneering City, can form this scene in just a few years, which is inseparable from the intervention of major forces behind the scenes.

"The devil tide is coming. It seems that the major forces in Sirte have reached a certain consensus, at least in the development of the new world."

As the first in line successor of the Montel family, Sean clearly understands that it is not easy to do this. As an old kingdom, although the land area of Sirte is not very large, its industry and commerce are very developed. Various domestic forces are intertwined. On the bright side, there are royal offices, nobles and divine churches, In the dark, there are various organizations and cults, large and small.

With so many forces, contradictions are inevitable. After all, the cake is so big. The most obvious ones are the contradiction between royal power and divine power, the contradiction between royal family and great nobility, the contradiction between real power feudal nobility and emerging commercial nobility, the contradiction between orthodox and cult, and so on.

Under such circumstances, the major forces can reach a certain consensus, which shows that they pay attention to the new world or the devil tide.

Thinking of these, Sean inexplicably felt a little heavy, a feeling that he was about to be submerged by the rolling wave.

At this moment, Sean had a deeper understanding of what the body's father, count Heston Montel, the contemporary owner of the Montel family, said before he left.

We should know that the Montel family sent him, the first in line successor, to the new world not to let him develop the land, or this is not his first goal. It is fundamental to use the stronger magic and more extraordinary resources of the new world to improve his own strength as soon as possible.

"Decentralization, extraordinary, strength."

Thoughts kept popping up in his mind. Amid the clattering of horses' hooves, Sean arrived at a small manor of the Montel family in the east city of Memphis, that is, the noble district.

Small, but relatively speaking, Sean himself is very satisfied with this exotic manor.

Saying goodbye to Sir link and agreeing to go to the black market together, Sean can finally relax his tired body.

Although the first-class wizard's body is much stronger than ordinary people, it is limited after all. Sean can't bear the life on the sea for more than four months.

After taking a comfortable bath under the service of the maid, Sean slept until dawn.

The next day, the energetic Sean rarely put on complicated aristocratic clothes, which took him about half an hour, but it was necessary. After all, he was going to visit the nominal owner of the city of Memphis.

Arriving at the city hall in a gorgeous carriage, Sean successfully met ASIM bansain, the current mayor of Memphis, due to the early delivery of the invitation.

Of course, smooth is just on the surface. At least Sean feels two waves of censorship, but it's normal to think about it. After all, as the nominal controller of Memphis, ASIM bansain's safety is very important.

Under the guidance of the Secretary, Sean walked into the office and saw the goal of the trip.

Looking at the slender, even a little thin, meticulous with silver hair, with golden eyes, holding a quill pen, and bowing his head to deal with documents, Sean couldn't help recalling the data collected by the Montel family.

ASIM bansain, 43 years old, is a collateral blood of the royal family of the kingdom of Sirte. He is a court earl. He once served as the interior minister and a third-order orthodox knight. He practices the secret of the iron blood Battle Flag hidden in the royal family. He has strong combat power. It is estimated that he has the ability comparable to the ordinary fourth-order magic medicine professional.

To tell you the truth, ASIM's real image is very different from what Sean imagined based on the data. In this case, Sean wants to cultivate the cruel iron and blood battle flag to the third level. ASIM is not a big man with a face full of flesh, but also a knight with strong limbs and cold temperament, I didn't expect to be a gentle scholar.

"What? Does Sir Sean have any doubts?"

I don't know when ASIM put down his quill pen and looked up at Sean. The broken golden pupils of the royal symbol rippled with a gentle smile.

Hearing this, Sean, who was a little distracted, showed an appropriate smile at the corners of his mouth, stroked his chest with his right hand, bowed slightly and said:

"Salute you, count assim."

Under normal circumstances, Sean should call assim the count of bansain, but bansain is a royal family. Only the king can represent bansain in Sirte, so he can only be called the count of assim.

"I don't have any doubts. I was just distracted. After all, there is a big gap between your image and what I imagined before."

"Oh, well, it seems that I let Sir Sean down."

His tone was mild. Looking at Sean, who was outspoken and admitted that he was distracted, ASIM had a stronger smile in his eyes, and even joked about Sean a little.

Without waiting for Sean to reply, ASIM immediately said:

"Sir Sean, please sit down and talk."

With that, ASIM came out from behind his desk.

Hearing the speech, Sean didn't refuse, so he went straight to one side of the sofa and sat down.

He took out a bottle of wine from the wine rack, opened the bottle neatly, and ASIM poured a glass for Sean and himself.

"Try the blue flame, a specialty of Memphis. Although it can't compare with the beauty under the moon of the Montel family, it has a different flavor."

Sean took it and took a sip. It was cold and tasted slightly astringent. Then there was a hot feeling rising from his abdomen. It was really a kind of characteristic wine.

In the next hour, Sean and ASIM had a cordial conversation about wine, the glory of the royal family and the Montel family.

Walking out of the city hall and sitting in the gorgeous carriage, the smile that had been hanging on Sean's mouth suddenly disappeared. Although he didn't say anything about the subject for an hour, ASIM's attitude has shown everything. He welcomes Sean's arrival, at least for now.

After determining ASIM's attitude, Sean was relieved although he had expected it for a long time. Next, as long as he dealt with the trivial matters, he could be the pioneer of the Montel family in the new world.