Life in Lombardy prison did not make him feel uncomfortable for Rebow. Except for the inability of relatives and friends to visit prisoners living in prison, Lombardy prison can definitely be described as the word luxury compared to other prisons.

There were even special servants in Lombardy Prison to make beds and quilts for them. The food in the prison was according to the prisoners' preferences. Even people with unique taste like Ribo, the food in Lombardy Prison could satisfy him. In this cold winter, they could provide excellent seafood. Even Ribo had to admire the chef's supernatural powers. The guards of Lombardy Prison never disturbed the lives of prisoners outside patrols.

Another unique feature of Lombardy Prison is that it takes a very long time to let the air flow. Because the people who are detained here are famous figures in the upper class, social interaction has long become a part of their lives. Walking after breakfast, morning tea, lunch, and lunch tea are all popular fashions in the aristocratic circles. In Lombardy Prison, this fashion was not banned, but the time was slightly shortened, but the entertainment time after dinner and dinner was still very long.

In just one day, Ruibo became familiar with most of the people here. What he expected was that the people in Lombardy Prison were not all philosophers and thinkers who were incompatible with the world as he imagined. On the contrary, many officials who made mistakes or embezzled public funds were locked up here. Many wealthy families sent their incompetent children here. Lombardy Prison was like a hodgepodge, and all kinds of people in the upper class could be seen here. Of course, there were indeed some people who were dissatisfied with the court and the cabinet. However, it was a bit too much to say that they were thinkers, and these people were considered dissidents at most. Three days later, Ruibo was disappointed with these people, and he was willing to hide in the cell to read books.

Lombardy Prison has a pretty good library. Every morning tea time, the library is open to prisoners. Rebow borrows a lot of books that he is interested in. Rebow, immersed in the ocean of knowledge, gave up those boring social gatherings. Except for dinner, he would walk around the cell a few times and take a walk on the top floor.

The quiet prison life did not make him feel uncomfortable. If anything he hated, it was only the neighbor next door who was called "crazy" by everyone. Ruibo felt increasingly that the old man was indeed crazy.

The Magler Dumilier was an energetic old man, and his roar and scolding were often echoed by the Lombardy Prison. What's even more annoying is that this "old madman" was a guy who was upside down day and night. When he was full of energy, it was often when others were sleeping soundly. Rebow often woke up from his sleep, and then heard the heavy footsteps of Mr. Magler Dumilier. Such things were repeated five or six times every night. At the end, Rebow began to feel a little impatient. He was even considering whether to change his living habits, and sleep like an "old madman" during the day, and then come out to walk around at night. Rebow finally decided to have a good talk with Mr. Dumilier, and maybe he could convince the "crazy old man".

That night, after dinner, Rebow turned around the top floor as usual, and chatted with the guards next to him from time to time. There were noises downstairs, and it was the most lively time of the day. After a while of a walk, Rebow walked to the door of Mr. Dumilier's cell. A slight footsteps came from the room, and it was obvious that Mr. Dumilier had woken up from his sleep. Rebow knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened.

A small, messy old man with thick wide-brimmed glasses stood at the door, looking at him up and down.

"You are Mr. Margler Dumilier? My name is Rebow Medin Bairndiet, and I live next door to you. I think we should know each other as neighbors." Rebow carefully selected words, because he had heard that lunatics are a kind of person who is difficult to communicate with.

As Rebe spoke, the old madman stared at Rebe's boots without blinking. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Did you come from the south?"

Ruibo was slightly stunned. He didn't know how the old madman knew about this. Has the old madman ever inquired about him?

"I originally lived in Nangang, but I should be considered a native of Sethborough," explained Ribo.

"Nangang? How is Mail Dowfen doing?" asked the old man.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Mail Dowfen?" Ribo asked in surprise.

"I'm asking you questions, you should at least answer me first." The old man said dissatisfiedly. To enhance his tone, his finger pointed directly at Ribo's nose.

"This...Mr. Mail is now the chairman of the Southport Commercial Federation, so he should be doing well." Ribonu said.

"You need to say this kind of thing? Apart from the thief head in the south, only Miel can be considered a character. At that time, I didn't see anyone in the south who could surpass them. I guess it's the same now." The old man said to himself.

Ruibo looked at the old man in surprise. The thief head mentioned by the old man must have referred to Mr. Hyde. Ruibo never expected that he would meet a person here who knew Mr. Hyde's background.

"What are you doing at the door? Come in, I have a lot to ask you." The old man greeted Ribo into his room.

If there is any place in this world that can be called a doghouse, then it must be the room in front of you. The ground is full of paper balls, dried ink bottles scattered in every corner of the room, and quills are thrown all over the floor. The bed is no different from the desk, with paper full of handwriting spread everywhere on it. I don’t know where the pillow is thrown. Instead, there are thick stacks of books, and the walls are full of scribbled symbols.

The old man walked into the room, pulled out a thick stack of books from the piles of books piled up in the corner, divided them into two stacks and placed them on the ground, letting him sit on a pile of paper.

Seeing that the old man treated the book as a stool, Ruibo no longer knew what to say, so he could only shake his head and refuse the old man's kindness to invite him to sit down.

"Tell me the current appearance of Nangang in detail." The old man said.

"Mr. Dumilier, where do I start?" Rebow sighed helplessly.

The old man scratched his head, and this action made his already extremely messy hair even more messy.

"Then let me ask you, how many fleets, how many piers are there in Nangang now, how many large businesses are there, which merchants are the richest..." The old man kept asking a series of questions.

Ruibo didn't know what the old man wanted to know what the use of these things was, but he did his best to satisfy the old man's curiosity. For him, who grew up in Nangang, it was not difficult to answer the old man's questions, but he couldn't guess what the old man's use of asking these trivial questions was. However, seeing the old man keep recording there, his serious expression made Ruibo feel incredible.

After telling the old man what he knew in one breath, Ruibo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Countless questions surged out of his mind as he answered the questions.

"Mr. Dumilier, can you tell me how did you know Mr. Mail? And who is the thief you just mentioned? How much do you know about him?" Ribo asked cautiously.

The old man stopped and thought for a while, then looked up and down at Ribo and said, "Mer and I are old friends. I bought his life with fifteen gold coins from the Thors back then. Otherwise, he would have died in the Thor's brocade workshop. At the beginning, he had lent him the capital for his business. As for the thief, he and Maer were companions on the same boat, but he was much more slippery than Maer. He actually escaped from the Thors and stole all the Thors."

"Did you call him the thief just because he steals the Thor money?" Ribo asked.

"Of course it's not the case. After that guy returned to the south, he started doing business as well as Maier. In addition to the stolen money, he also borrowed a lot of money from me. Heide's guy is very good at doing business and is brave. Maier is honest and diligent, so they both started to make a name for themselves. Maier naturally hopes to gain status. Maier is more realistic. He just wants to make a name in the south, so he follows the path of Sethborough. Hyde's heart is much higher. Not only did he establish a relationship with the Holy See, but he also got the recognition of Pisha, the then cabinet minister, through the Holy See. At that time, we and Delizhi were exhausted.

When the family wanted to stop and take a breath, Hyde ran around Franc, Delizhi and the Holy See, and he had successfully mediated. He was awarded the title of Lord. However, something seemed to have happened in that mediation. There were more than twenty people in their party, and he was the only one who returned to Franc from Delizhi to alive. No one knew what happened. But from then on, the guy became gloomy. After returning to the south with the title of Lord, he actually gave the business to Miel, and left Nangang and moved to a nearby town. He also raised a group of people and became the leader of the thief." The old man said while recalling.

"So, do you have any contact later?" Ruibo asked.

"No, why do I have to interact with the thief?" the old man said disapprovingly.

"By the way, Mr. Dumilier, why are you locked up in this place?" asked Rebow.

"Everyone thought I was crazy, and my relatives sent me to this place, but I knew very well that the real reason was that they wanted my money." The old man began to roar.

"What research are you doing, can you tell me?"

Rebow asked curiously, after all, he was familiar with Miel Dowfin and Mr. Hyde, and this old man was definitely not a simple person, not to mention that many philosophers and thinkers in history were regarded as madmen by their contemporaries.

The old madman in front of me does look like a thinker. There are a few crazy-looking figures among the thinkers recorded in history.

"What I'm studying is the value of money." The old man said proudly.

The image of a thinker who was originally standing in Ruibo's mind was shattered by this answer. Although there are many strange thinkers in history, absolutely no one is a person with a stinky mouth. Ruibo originally thought that he could hear incisive and unique insights into life and even the world, and his inner disappointment was self-evident.

The old man obviously saw what Ribo thought, and he immediately explained: "This question was mentioned when I was chatting with Miel and Hyde. At first it seemed that the thief started the debate because he said Miel and I always despise his business method and said that his business method was a fraud. So he asked Miel and I, what is the value of money?"

Rebow shook his head and said, "Mr. Dumilier, I don't understand what you said at all. Can you explain in detail why you think Mr. Hyde is a fraud?"

"I think now that I have to say it was not wrong at the beginning. It was indeed not a fraud, but at that time, I had not studied all this deeply. You don't know that Hyde's business method was completely different. He operated glass, a commodity with extremely high profits and extremely high risks. Hyde bought the priority supply rights of the two factories. He could place orders with these two factories at any time, but Hyde did not operate in a normal way. He took the signed order and looked for buyers in Nangang. By advance payment and the method of goods before payment, this guy accumulated a lot of money. In this transaction, he almost didn't spend a penny of money. At that time, Maier and I thought he was cheating." The old man explained.

"So is this matter related to the value of money?" Ruibo asked in confusion.

"What is money? It's just a round metal block that cannot be eaten or worn. Where do you think its value is? Why can money be exchanged for other things?" the old man asked.

"The metal used to mint gold and silver coins is rare and expensive," Rebe replied.

"You mean that the value of money lies in the metal components that make it up, right?" the old man asked.

Ruibo nodded.

The old man laughed happily: "Mer and I thought so at the beginning. However, Hyde refuted us with just one example." As he said that, the old man pulled out one of the many pieces of paper under the bed, which were densely recorded various numbers.

"You should know that gold coins are not minted from pure gold. The content of gold in a gold coin only accounts for about 70%, and silver and copper account for about 30%. But do you know that during the Francis V period, His Majesty the King cast a large number of gold coins in order to expand his army, but the output of gold is limited after all, so he greatly reduced the proportion of gold, and gold accounts for only 50%. "

"According to the theory just now, such gold coins should not be valuable. Francis VI was a guy who was very fond of merit and extravagant. He minted a large amount of gold coins, and the gold content of gold coins was much higher than that of ordinary proportions. In your opinion, that kind of gold coins should be the most valuable. However, the facts were completely opposite. In the late period of Francis VI's rule, prices soared. Although a large amount of gold coins were minted, the number of gold coins was still insufficient. At this time, the cabinet had to use gold coins that were common in the fifth era. At first, they were worried that the gold coins of the fifth era would not be recognized because of insufficient gold content. However, they did not expect that the people were very confident about the lighter gold coins of the fifth era. One gold coins of the fifth era could be exchanged for two gold coins of the sixth era."

"The value of money is not measured by its own material at all. Money is just a substitute. I only know now that Hyde's business method was not a fraud. He just replaced it with his credit.

"What he invested in was his credit. He constructed a 'kingdom' in advance, and in this 'kingdom', his credit could circulate like money." The old man waved the piece of paper in his hand excitedly and said, "I have been studying it for so many years, and I have discovered a lot of things from it. Unknown things, things that no one has ever thought of."

"You know why the more merchants, the richer the more active the place? Merchants did not produce anything, and they had a lot of wealth, but in places like Nangang, poor people live much better than other places." The old man asked.

"I don't think the poor in Nangang are happier than the poor in other places." Ruibo said with a wry smile.

But the old man didn't listen to what he said at all. The old man still said excitedly: "Because there are more opportunities for work in those places, and if merchants want to make more money, they have to expand their business scale and hire more people. The poor in Nangang naturally have more opportunities for work and room for choice. Those who are diligent or have skills naturally have more and better opportunities. The poor have created more commodities, and merchants try every means to turn these goods into wealth. When this dependence relationship forms a certain scale, they will quickly accumulate huge wealth like Nangang, like Nangang..." What the old man said later, and Ruibo did not listen to it at all. The old man's description of Nangang aroused Ruibo's deep homesickness.

Ruibo has to admit that the old man has a very accurate understanding of Nangang, but Ruibo believes that the old man has never seen the slums of Nangang with his own eyes, and has never walked into those dirty and muddy alleys. The numbers and symbols written on paper can only see a corner of the world. However, Ruibo has to admit that Nangang does have more opportunities than anywhere else. He originally compiled a beautiful dream and used his hard work to make life better. Everyone in Nangang has the same dream.

...

Since he met Margler Dumilier, Rebow's life has been completely disrupted. Mr. Dumilier is an energetic old man, and he is also a very self-righteous person. What made Rebow feel helpless was that the old man himself did not know about this. Rebow gradually got used to being dug up from the bed by the old man in the middle of the night and asked non-stop. The peaceful years he was locked in Lombardy Prison obviously made him figure out a lot of things. The old man used his theory to create a world out of thin air, a world that could explain everything with value.

Rebow had to admit that the old man was the most wisest person he had ever seen except Mr. Hyde and Mr. Masque. From the old man, Rebow learned a lot from him, especially the old man's strange theory, which greatly inspired Rebow. He heard in Nangang and later learned a lot of business methods from Eckert. Rebow only knew something about it. But why are these methods effective and why can business be developed in this way? Rebow knows nothing about it. Now, using the old man's theory to explain, the original questions immediately disappeared completely. It seemed that things should have developed like this, as if it was the right thing to do. Sometimes, Rebow is indeed glad to meet a wise man like Mr. Dumilier.

This kind of joy, sorrow and conflict was spent day by day in peace. Rebow even forgot how many days he had been in Lombardy Prison. Therefore, when he saw Rabel bringing a group of guards to escort him, Rebow was quite surprised. From Rabel's expression, Rebow saw a deep helplessness.

"Mr. Rebe, the hearing on confirming your identity has ended the work of collecting evidence in advance, and the conclusion is quite unfavorable to you. I solemnly advise you that if you give up now, your Majesty will temporarily terminate the hearing on the grounds of your physical discomfort. Then, the hearing will be postponed indefinitely."

Rabel said expressionlessly, in fact, he himself didn't believe everything he said.

"I am the legal heir of the Medin family, and I will never back down. Those accusations of my identity are conspiracies of those with ulterior motives." Ruibo said without being humble or arrogant.

Rebow's answer was also expected by Rabel.

Unlike when he came, this time, Ribo's wand was carefully put away by the servants. The mysterious silver ring engraved with spells and magic talismans was also taken down. What made Ribo feel relieved was that the servant regarded the puppet as an ordinary gold coin. After all, seeing a flat round metal block, few people would carefully look at the king's avatar printed on it, or a complex magic circle. He was escorted by the guards, Ribo walked downstairs, and he didn't even have time to say goodbye to Mr. Dumilier.

The carriage had been waiting at the entrance of the Lombardy Prison. It was a black prison van with thick armor protection. The front, back, left and right of the prison van followed a special guard carriage for the Legal Affairs Bureau. Such a formation had not been seen for many years for the Lombardy Prison. Passers-by formed a circle from afar and watched the excitement there. Rabel and Rebow got on the prison van together, and the prison van drove slowly.

"Where is the hearing?" Ruibo asked.

Rabel glanced at Ribo, thought for a while and replied: "Mislo Square, next to the square is the headquarters of the Magic Association and the Cabinet Hall."

"Who will be the chief judge of the hearing?" Ruibo asked.

"Of course it is His Majesty the King himself, who can replace him?" said Rabel.

"Who are there people attending the hearing? Can you tell me?" Ruibo asked again.

"The Presbyterian House and the Archbishop will send representatives to the hearing. In addition, Serthburgh also sent representatives, and some influential families in the capital were also invited. The Wizard of the Perseus presided over the hearing." Rabel replied.

"Why are you asked the Wizard Perseus to preside over the hearing? Because I am a magic apprentice?" Ribo asked in confusion.

"I don't know much about His Majesty the King's arrangement," said Rabel.

Ribo looked at Rabel's calm expression and a trace of doubt arose in his heart. Rabel obviously knew the inside story and he did not tell the truth. Ribo began to wonder why His Majesty the King would invite a magician to preside over the hearing. This is obviously hidden in this conspiracy. The conspiracy against himself is conspired.

Ruibo became uneasy. Although he had killed a magician face to face at the identity identification ceremony in the Cathedral of Serthburgh. However, that time was entirely because the magician was not prepared, and there was a fatal weapon hidden in his arm. At close range, the crossbow was obviously more terrifying than any weapon.

The situation is very different now. How can I deal with a superb magician without weapons? Sitting in the car, Ruibo fell into confusion.

The carriage was calm and rapid on the wide streets of Franck. The street was wet, with shoveled snow piled up on both sides. The half-person-high snow was like two city walls that completely separate the road from pedestrians. On the sidewalk, there were not many pedestrians, only traces of sleds sliding. After the snow on the road was shoveled off, those light dog sleds could only drive on the crosswalk.

Through the window of the prison car, Ruibo suddenly saw a familiar figure far outside the window. He was driving a sled, quickly moving between the street trees and the flower beds, and constantly waving his arms. Isn’t it the thief of Brother Faying?

Ruibo did not have much affection for Brother France and Ying, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel excited when he saw someone he was familiar with. Fortunately, Eckert's strict training played a role at this time. Although Ruibo was extremely excited, he still pretended to be calm on the surface. From Brother France and Ying's constantly waving arms, Ruibo interpreted the message that Eckert wanted to convey to him.

"Danger - Reef - Spirit - Control". It was a special way for the crew to convey messages when they were at sea. Ruibo, who grew up in Nangang, recognized the flag at a glance. Originally, his dream when he was a child was to become a seaman and roam on the sea, so he pestered Uncle Kaul and learned the flag at a glance.

The news that Eckert conveyed through Fayingko was clear. Ribo finally understood why His Majesty the King asked a magician to preside over the hearing. Although he was not very clear about the background of the Poseus magician, it is completely certain that he wanted to control his spiritual will through some means. There are many ways to do this. Hypnosis, spiritual induction, and illusion are all methods that can achieve the goal. Ribo sat there quietly, but was praying in his heart. Pray that the Poseus magician was not an illusionist.

Ribo has no way to do illusion magic. But if someone wants to deal with him with hypnosis or spiritual induction, he is not afraid at all. When he used Mr. Masque's ring to absorb the spiritual magic set up by the "strongest magician" in Baron Lonna's forest villa, Ribo endured the impact of the terrible spiritual magic.

Teacher Masque once said that his body had formed a strange whole with the ring and became a powerful carrier of spiritual magic.
To be continued...