Chapter 278: Am I Not the Protagonist?

Chapter 278: Am I Not the Protagonist?

TL: Etude

“Count Grayman, I will soon be departing back to Gabella. I wanted to disturb you one last time before I leave.”

The person sitting in the drawing room was Mond Landon, the scholar from the Tower who had visited a few days ago. Paul had thought that after taking Kevin from the prison, Mond would have directly left the Northwest Bay. Unexpectedly, he came again.

Mond had been brought to the lord’s mansion by his fellow Gabellan, Betty.

“Mr. Landon, is there anything else you need? Do you wish to take away another prisoner?”

“Oh, no. This visit is simply to bid you farewell.”

The scholar’s answer puzzled Paul. They had only met once and could hardly be considered close. It was indeed strange that Mond made a special trip just to say goodbye.

Even Eileen, sitting beside them, found it odd. After their conversation at Flying Dragon Pavilion, Mond took Kevin home, and days later, he came to Lakeheart Town, asking her to bring him to see Paul again. Could it be that the two had hit it off so well that they became friends after just one conversation?

Mond Landon, with a look of admiration, said to Paul, “During these past few days, I have visited various places in your territory. What I’ve seen and heard indicates that you are an extraordinary lord.”

Visiting various places? He couldn’t be spying, could he?

Paul was startled at first but then reassured himself. Setting aside that Mond was an acquaintance of Betty, no spy would deliberately walk into the lion’s den.

He chuckled inwardly, thinking that Mond might just be here to flatter him.

“I saw the numerous ships at the port, the thriving trade activities in the market, exquisite wares in the shops, including... iron products. There’s a school for commoner’s children in the town, farmers mentioned a mechanical beast that could harvest crops quickly, oh, and public toilets and bathhouses. People say all these are thanks to you.”

“Haha, Mr. Landon, you flatter me.”

Mond suddenly changed the subject: “Count, what are your chances in the war against the Duke of the Northwest?”

This guy’s thought process was quite erratic, almost hard to follow.

Paul shook his head and said seriously, “First, Mr. Landon, I must correct you. Marltz Kent is merely a usurper; his duke title is illegal. We have a handwritten letter from the former duke and his brother as proof.”

Mond apologized: “I misspoke, please forgive me.”

Mond Landon, still with a grave expression, said solemnly, “When the prophesied end times come, whether it be kingdoms, empires, duchies, alliances, all will lose their significance. The old ties will only become burdens and obstacles. In the face of ultimate justice — ensuring the continuation of our culture, ethics, morality — those will mean nothing.”

Paul and Eileen were both stunned. What prophesied end times? What ultimate justice? This sounded overly dramatic.

But looking at Mond Landon’s expression, he didn’t seem to be joking.

“Even if it means sacrificing what we currently consider beautiful — family, kinship, friendship.”

He turned to Eileen, his expression tinged with a hint of pity, “Betty, when everything you cherish is sacrificed for the ultimate justice, will you stand against it?”

Eileen replied in a daze, “I... I don’t know... Senior, I don’t even understand what you’re talking about?”

Paul, full of confusion, asked, “Can you be more clear?”

Mond did not elaborate, “You’ll understand as the situation further develops. Betty, Count Grayman, you are both good people. My advice to you — don’t resist the tide of history, but rather, embrace and integrate with it. Only united under the Messiah can we overcome the hardships. That’s all I have to say. I take my leave now.”

He bowed to Paul, gave Eileen another glance, and left the drawing room, leaving the two exchanging puzzled looks.

“Betty, is your senior a member of some cult?”

“I... I’ve never heard him say such strange things before. What has happened in these years?”

Paul watched Mond Landon leave, his mind a whirl of emotions.

Messiah? Loyalty?

Could it be that I, a transmigrator, am not the protagonist?

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