Is it useful to train him to be such a person? The boy was full of doubts about this.

As time goes by, this doubt accumulates more and more, and the swordsmanship and equestrian courses have basically ended. At the same time, the boy's performance in morning tea and afternoon tea, and any banquet has made his harsh teacher unable to find any problems. As for conversation, under Eckert's training and the boy had seen all kinds of strange things when he was in Southport, so in this regard, Eckert was most satisfied with. Even if he placed this student among the noble nobles in the Kingdom of Francis, the boy was definitely outstanding with this conversation.

In the eyes of the teenager, Eckert was simply a tutor or private secretary hired by wealthy and noble families.

When I was in Nangang, I often saw the nobles of Sethburg bring their servants to the shop to buy things. They always brought a person who was obviously different from ordinary entourage but certainly not the master.

These people seem to look the same, they are both old-fashioned, equally serious and meticulous.

Moreover, these people have the same characteristic, they are all scholars with extensive knowledge and knowledge.

They are more suitable than those noble followers, but rather as think tanks or consultants.

In the store, whenever those nobles take a fancy to a beautiful product, they will ask these think tanks and consultants to carefully identify it. Until these people give a positive answer, the nobles are willing to take out their pockets obediently.

In the impression of the boy, these people would never accept bribes. He once saw the shopkeeper secretly stuff money to those personal maids or housekeepers, but he had never seen the aristocratic think tanks with a higher status than the maids and housekeepers.

The boy once asked the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper told him that these people were real scholars, and many even owned their own industries, just like the young master Mr. Madileau, who was once the private secretary of a famous aristocrat in Sethborough, and the same was true for the old boss. Many merchants in Nangang established contact with the nobles in this way. In fact, this is the fastest and direct way for merchants to open up the upper levels. If they can satisfy the nobles and become close friends, it is equivalent to having a deep popularity in Francis' upper social circle.

The young man was quite curious. Will Eckert be a successful businessman, or a more noble status, and is the descendant of a small aristocratic family? Eckert has a certain aristocratic temperament, which Mr. Madiled did not possess.

Moreover, Eckert's riding and sword skills are extremely skilled, and ordinary merchants will never spend too much attention on these two things.

Merchants prefer to travel in horse-drawn carriages, and riding horses is not their hobby.

As for swordsmanship, it is used for duels. Once something happens, merchants would rather use money to solve everything. Swords are definitely something they try their best to avoid.

Because of this, the boy became increasingly sure that Eckert was a descendant of a declining nobleman.

According to the shopkeeper, these people enjoy special respect as noble private secretaries.

This is first of all because of their aristocratic bloodline, and secondly, these people are often also private political consultants to the aristocrats.

A brilliant guide to political strategies is something that businessmen will never possess.

Eckert obviously also wants to cultivate himself into a child of the same noble. Just look at the difficulty and breadth of those history courses and political courses. If this is not the case, it will really be impossible to explain the past.

Seeing that Eckert was quite satisfied with his studies, the boy finally plucked up the courage to ask Eckert about his purpose.

Out of the boy's expectations, the coaching stick in Eckert's hand did not fall on his butt, which surprised the boy.

"Do you really want to know?" Eckert asked, "Well, I'll tell you what I know sooner or later, Brother France, that is, the person you recruited, did not tell you the truth. Our boss is not a philanthropist. Mr. Hyde is the chief leader of the thief union in the sixteen southern provinces of Franx. People call him "Boss".

"I am the commander of the scammers. Everyone calls me an 'actor'. Paim is a specialist in the thieves in the city. He is a thief. Brother Francis is the boss of the thieves.

"We have a new plan now, but this plan requires a new face that no one has ever seen before. Brother France and Ying came to you. And you did not disappoint us, at least not disappoint us now."

Hearing Eckert and Pan reveal the inside story, the boy felt chill all over. He never thought that he would fall into the hands of a group of thieves. Although he had once suspected the identity of Brother Fa Ying and others in the place where Brother Fa Ying and others lived, the many books in Peem's room immediately dispelled his doubts. Which thief would have so many books? He did not expect that he would eventually fall into such a well-organized Internet.

Thinking of all this, the boy couldn't help but feel dazed, but fortunately this month of training allowed him to deeply reflect most of the things into his mind, and every move became a natural habit, so he didn't make any big mistakes.

When the boy was lying alone in the bed at night, he felt more and more afraid. He didn't know that it was a thief's nest. Now that he understood everything, he always felt that someone was monitoring him through the crack of the door, or a person holding a dagger was standing at the window and waiting for him to fall asleep.

"I can't stay here anymore, I have to find a way to escape." The boy thought to himself.

He quietly got up and put on his clothes, opened the balcony window, which was not high on the second floor from the ground.

The boy climbed onto the fence of the balcony and carefully turned down the balcony. When approaching the ground, the young man jumped lightly and made the lowest sound possible and landed on the ground.

When he stepped onto the flat ground, the boy wondered if he would go to the stable to pull out the horse he had ridden, and perhaps it would be easier to escape like this.

But then I thought about it that in the past month, I learned a lot from Eckert, and he taught him riding skills. If I steal his horse before leaving, it would be too unreasonable. Thinking of this, the boy turned his head and walked behind the house, where a small door was inserted from inside, so there was no need to look through the iron fence gate.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly saw Eckert and another middle-aged man standing behind him expressionlessly.

The two of them were also dressed quite neatly, and it was obvious that they had been waiting here for a long time.

"Your patience is good, we have been waiting here for a long time." Eckert said in a teasing tone.

The door creaked open, and the butler walked out of the door in a dressing gown.

"Your apprentice didn't learn well. He made such a loud noise. What did he regard this place as a nursing home? I see most people woke him up." The housekeeper said with a smile.

Of course, the young man guessed that the butler would definitely not be a real butler, and the servants here would never be a real servant.

The boy followed the butler into the house with his head down.

When he returned to the room, the middle-aged man walked to the bed and knocked on the four pillars at the head of the bed with his hands. The solid solid wooden pillars made a dull sound.

The middle-aged man slowly turned back to the desk. He pulled out three quills from the pen holder on the desk. Suddenly he turned around, and the three quills shot towards a pillar of the big bed like lightning.

As I could only hear the three crisp sounds of "Tutuotuo" and the quill neatly nailed the hard wood.

The boy used those three quills to write all day long. Of course, he knew that the tips of these quills were not very sharp, but were quite soft and extremely comfortable to use. The big bed was all made of jujube wood, which was extremely hard.

Being able to stab the hard knife with such a soft tip may not be able to cut into the sour jujube wood. This can only be said that the strange middle-aged man in front of him is an extremely dangerous character.

Just as the boy looked at the two expressionless middle-aged people in front of him with fear, he silently guessed his possible outcome. When he was in Nangang, he heard from others that the thieves would tie a big stone to the feet of those betrayers and throw them into the river to drown them alive. Maybe he would go to feed the little fish and shrimps immediately. When he thought of this, the boy trembled all over.

Eckert never spoke, but the middle-aged man took out a necklace from his pocket, which was a very cheap necklace that he bought everywhere in Nangang.

"Do you recognize it?" asked the middle-aged man.

The boy took two steps back in fear and nodded.

"This is what I went to Nangang once and took it off your Aunt Betty's neck. It's extremely easy for me. I can also take something else from your Aunt Betty's neck instead of this necklace. Do you understand?"

Seeing the boy's eyes wide open in fear, nodding his head up and down, his face pale and his nose wings twitching, Eckert was quite satisfied and said, "Okay, I think you know what to do, you can continue to rest, but before rest, I will teach you the last lesson again."

When the boy heard what Eckert said, of course, he knew in his heart that the so-called last lesson was to accept punishment for this matter, but in this way he felt at ease, at least he had his life to cover up.

The boy lay obediently on the bed, but he never expected that the punishment would be so painful. Every single one made him scream hoarsely. He wanted to struggle to get up, but Eckert was firmly stomped on his back and could not move at all. He had to endure the extremely painful whip until he fainted and had no sense of consciousness.

When the boy woke up, it was noon on the third day. He was in a coma for two days, but his injuries still made him extremely weak. Eckert was particularly kind to exempt from equestrians and swordsmanship, which required a lot of exercise, and also exempted the last punishment class. This was a rare blessing for the boy.

A lot of time is spent learning book knowledge, especially language learning. During the whole day, Eckert always talks with him in different languages.

Since the boy already knew that this was a thief's nest, Eckert no longer concealed anything. The so-called mechanical course has naturally become a course on how to unlock and how to use thieves' special tools.

Moreover, from that day on, the boy had another new course - heraldic science. For the boy, this course was just memorizing the genealogy. Franx had more than 300 ancient noble families, and more than half of the families had a history back to the time of Emperor Leiduko, which was three hundred years before the founding of the Kingdom of Franx.

In the past thousand years, these families have intermarried with each other, and some of the best have created a group of branches. It is rare that one or two short-lived families can contribute to reducing this huge system, and most families have deep roots and lush leaves.

If it were not for the wise Francis V who issued a decree that the title could only be inherited from direct blood from his era, and could not be split or merged, these aristocratic genealogies would not be known how complicated these noble genealogies would be.

During the period of reciting the family genealogy, the young man gradually recognized his new identity. He was Rebau Baindit, a direct descendant of a family of nobility. However, judging from the surname Baindit, he should be a descendant of an ancient aristocratic family from Xibai. No wonder Eckert had to learn Xibai well by himself.

Rebe thought to himself that fortunately he only needed to understand Francis' genealogy rather than the West.

You should know that on this continent, Francis is still a new country. A country with a long history like Xibai. Many families were already quite active during the ancient Basilta Empire. The entire history of 1,500 years made the genealogy of these families as complex as silk in a bundle of silk cocoons.

After a month of cultivation, Ribo finally recovered, but since that disastrous day for him, he never saw the strange middle-aged man again. He had never appeared on the dining table. Ribo guessed that he did not live in this place like Peam.

It might be better if the extremely dangerous stranger could not meet him.

But that is impossible.

Rebow had to get the necklace back from him.

Because that necklace was the only relic left to him by his parents.

When my father died of the plague, the house was burned by the sheriff and led someone to ignite the fire. The family had no property at all. The slightly valuable things that could not be burned were collected by the sheriffs, leaving only this valuable necklace.

However, this necklace is of great significance to him. Ruibo gave the necklace to Aunt Betty, who was closest to him, to express his gratitude to Aunt Betty. Aunt Betty also knew his intention, so he never took off this inconspicuous necklace.

Although this necklace is not valuable, it represents the care that parents and Aunt Betty have for themselves.

This is the most important, valuable and meaningful thing in his life.
Chapter completed!