More than 20 years ago, the father of the two brothers, Noah Pat, saved Jon, who was dying outside the manor. After Jon had recovered from his injuries, he learned that he was homeless, Noah's heart was softened by his predicament, and offered him a good job as — a fruit farmer.

Why Jon was injured, lay down outside the estate, and his life story, is still a mystery, and has never been told to anyone. He always said he was from another planet, but he never explained where his world was.

Jon is a good storyteller with a knack for planting and building. When the boys were young, both brothers liked to come to Jon and listen to him tell some magical stories. In the world of the story, there are towering buildings, metal machines flying in the sky, and even gardens built on the moon.

Leon was very happy when listening as a child, looking forward to the world in Jon's story. He only thought that when he was an adult, he would be able to take a look at the country in Jon's story. But as time went on, Leon woke up and realized that Jon had made up everything. The feeling of disillusionment created by a childhood dream, made it difficult for Lyon to accept, since then, Leon always faced Jon with disdain and anger.

Lyon was angry that Angel was so convinced by Jon and even wors.h.i.+ped him as a mentor, but no matter how much he dissuaded him, Angel responded with a smile, neither of rejection nor reb.u.t.tal.

Angel's att.i.tude towards others is very similar to that of Jon. Looking calm and soft, but that soft and hard att.i.tude is hard to swallow.

Leon picked up the parchment on Angel's desk and looked at the dense records on it. His eyes instantly turned repellant.

“Even if you don't use the common characters in the mainland, why use the words taught by the old man. What you write is for people to see… unless. What kind of secret is it? ” Lyon was still mumbling, but suddenly remembered something, and his spirit aroused as he held a mischievous smile and looked at Angel. “Dear brother, don't you want to explain it to me? You shouldn't keep secrets. Oh the little troubles of adolescence ~~ you might as well say it, brother will end up finding the answer from you. ”

Angel sighed helplessly, pointing to a corner of the paper: “This is Chinese characters, taught to me by my mentor, the common text of my tutor's hometown, and the content of the record is the meaning of several physical constants calculated by the tutor.”

Angel pointed to the next few symbols that mimic tadpoles: “This is an Arabic numeral, similar to the unit of measurement of our Canary Empire, but this way of recording is more simple and intuitive.” The meaning of these numbers corresponds to the physical constant above. You can record a lot of things with that. ”

Of one of Angel's big explanations, Leon did not understand a word. But he didn't care, this just shows old man Jon's ability to cheat has increased again, and his lovely and simple brother had been brainwashed.

Leon had some sympathy and concern for Jon's health, but now it is completely gone.

With a wave, Leon stopped Angel from going on and took out a beautifully wrapped envelope from his armour.

“All right, stop it. I don't understand, and I don't want to hear it. Here, this is an invitation from the lord of the city, and this time I will inherit father's t.i.tle and need the notarization of the lord, the Marquis of Merlin. When we set out in half a month, didn't you always say you wanted to hear Master Meijaf's solo concert? When we get to Waterford, after we finish, I'll take you to Ocean Theater so that you can hear it once! ”

Angel accepted the invitation with a slight expression of joy. He had long heard that Waterford had a great musician famous in the empire, who was first cla.s.s in composition and eulogy, but had never had the opportunity to see, with that, how could he be unhappy when he took advantage of his brother's chance to inherit the t.i.tle?

Seeing the invitation, Angel tried his best to resist the excitement and forced himself to be calm, Leon could not help but stretch out his hand and rub Angel's golden head of hair.

Not surprisingly, his movements triggered Angel's glaring. “I told you, don't touch my hair! This is a man's dignity, I can never give in! ”

“Ha ha ha…”, Lyon suddenly looked up and laughed, and then stopped after a long time. “You're just 14 years old. Not even a man yet. You're just a teenager who hasn't grown up yet.”

The two brothers fought for a while, Angel was still in the period of development, but naturally fought with Leon, who was already as burly and majestic as a tiger. Angel finally glared with hate and buried himself in recording the homework a.s.signed by Jon's mentor.

Lyon had no choice but to touch his nose and leave his brother, who had lost his temper.

About half an hour after Leon left, Angel left from the ocean of numbers.

Looking at the empty house, Angel knew that Leon must have gone for a long while. Looking at the time, it was almost time for lunch. He opened the door and saw two lunch boxes on the stone table in the yard. Mana was taking the same dishes out of the box in a careful way.

Seeing vegetable soup with bread and fruit again, Angel was a little depressed.

He misses his mentor's cooking, simple fried rice, as if under a magical spell, he cannot stop himself from eating.

Angel has never eaten such a good meal since his mentor's health went from bad to worse.

Last time, Angel asked his mentor to teach his cooking, but the final product was simply terrible.

Well… now that mentor's limbs are almost shrunken, it will no longer be possible to eat his mentor's food in the future.

Mana went upstairs with the thick soup to feed the sick Jon, while Angel was immersed in sad solitude.

After dinner, Angel came into the house and saw Mana coming down from the second floor.

“Auntie Mana, has my mentor awoken?”

“Second Master, Mr. Jon is awake.” Mana shook the clean porcelain dish in the basket. “Mr. Jon has a good appet.i.te today. He's finished all the soup.”

“That's good, I'll go up and see mentor.”

Looking at Angel, who ran upstairs with wind and fire, Mana bowed her head and smiled with doting eyes. Pat Manor is now charged with two young masters, the first master is cold and proud, the second master is gentle and quiet, but these two young masters, in fact, are still children, no matter how strong outside, the inside is still soft; Only in front of close servants will they let go of their guard and show the vivacity of their age.

“Mentor!”

As soon as Angel pushed open the attic door, he saw an old man half lying on the balcony recliner, with a mute servant standing behind him. The old man's face was waxy, his skin was dry, his appearance was very different from that of the locals, with strong features of exotic lands, even with eyes a little cloudy, Angel could still see the black pupils.

He was Angel's most respected elder since his father's death and Angel's life mentor, Jon.