The culture of this world is filled with content related to faith.
The faith in the seven great gods spreads across the entire continent, and the Trisur Empire officially supports two churches, the Church of the Sun and the Church of the Moon.
Others, such as the Star Sect, the Red Apple Church, the History and Ritual Association, the Hailing Group and the Madman School, were allowed by the Empire to preach within the country, but restrictions and controls were imposed in all aspects.
So much so that the most common beliefs among the people of the empire were the sun and the moon.
If they have reverence for the Moonlight Lady, then they are extremely fanatical about the Sun.
The sun represents the empire.
The literature of the Trishul Empire was also deeply influenced.
“I don’t like the sun.”
Rebecca whispered.
“So I think literature is too boring. It’s all about praising the sun, without any new ideas…
Besides, the sun often makes me so hot that I sweat every time I go out in a dress! ”
The old butler had a keen sense of hearing, and with just a movement of his ears he caught every word Rebecca said.
He couldn't help but raise his brows, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.
Binoz knew that Miss Rebecca was usually a little too lively, but he didn't expect that she was also a little rebellious.
Although not all aristocratic circles are believers of the sun, believing in the sun is politically correct.
The Sun King doesn't care which god his people believe in, and others have no right to interfere.
But for a noble, believing in other righteous gods is not conducive to integrating into the group, and may even lead to implicit exclusion.
"So what does Miss Rebecca like?"
Chen Lun put down the books and textbooks and asked with a smile.
"I like the moon! I have told my parents many times that I want to believe in the Moonlight Lady, but they disagree."
Rebecca looked a little frustrated.
She raised her head and looked at the black-haired young man in front of her, her eyes revealing a hint of anticipation.
"Mr. Jack, can you write me a poem about the moon?"
Here we come!
Chen Lun smiled secretly.
He deliberately guided Rebecca in order to do something that would leave a deep enough impression in her mind.
It can be seen that Viscount and Viscount Pompey value their daughter very much. As long as she insists on letting them be a tutor, the probability of her staying is very high.
"Of course, Miss Rebecca...
Writing poetry is the most basic quality for a literary researcher."
Chen Lun touched his chest gracefully and lowered his head slightly.
Binoz sneered inwardly and almost spit on the shameless guy.
Although Miss Rebecca is playful, as a noble, she still has an appreciation of art.
Not to mention that Viscount and Lady Pompey are right here. Do you really think you can get away with just writing two verses of poetry
This would only make Miss Rebecca and the Viscount and Viscountess look down on you, and since they already had no good feelings towards you, they would directly turn to disgust.
rustle…
Chen Lun took the expensive pen from Rebecca and started writing on the paper.
Smelling a hint of fragrance wafting over, he finished writing the poem in a happy mood.
All in one go, without any pause.
Rebecca stared at the handsome man intently, with stars almost appearing in her eyes.
"Oh my god, he's so handsome, and..."
She reluctantly moved her gaze away from Chen Lun's face and looked at the paper, her eyes gradually widening.
"—She quietly poured down her light, filling the valleys and forests, and my mind once again cleared away all its troubles.
She sent me a gentle glance, illuminating my cold dreams, like a grandmother’s doting gaze, watching my fate…”
Chen Lun closed the pen cap and gently put the pen down.
This poem was taken from the old-time dramatist Goethe in his previous life, and Chen Lun slightly adapted it to fit the worldview here.
"This is a beautiful poem... Mr. Jack, does it have a name?"
Rebecca's cheeks flushed as she asked curiously.
"'Facing the Moon'."
Chen Lun replied with a smile.
Rebecca held the paper lovingly in her hands, and suddenly said in a low voice with some embarrassment:
"Mr. Jack, could you please write a line on it saying 'A poem for Rebecca'?"
Chen Lun smiled.
He took the paper and wrote another sentence at the end:
"—To the lovely Miss Rebecca, may the moonlight lady always watch over her."
Rebecca held the poem and couldn't suppress the joy on her face.
He praised me for being cute!
Really!
At this time, Viscount Pompey and his wife "accidentally" walked nearby while taking a walk. Noticing her daughter's infatuated look, Mrs. Pompey secretly thought that something was wrong.
"Rebecca? Rebecca!"
She called out twice before waking Rebecca up.
The blonde girl immediately straightened herself up and adjusted her hair that was sticking up under her white bonnet.
Mrs. Pompey walked quickly to the butler and asked a few questions in a low voice.
Binozzi whispered in Mrs. Pompey's ear, and her expression turned strange.
"What's wrong?"
Viscount Pompey asked.
The lady immediately told her husband what had happened, and the Viscount could not help but be curious.
Is it possible that a poem written by this boy could fascinate Rebecca so much
"Rebecca, let's see what great poetry Mr. Jack has written."
“No!”
Rebecca refused immediately.
Viscount and Viscount Pompey were helpless, so the Viscount had to say:
"If we don't know Mr. Jack's level, we won't trust him to teach you, Rebecca."
"I don't care!"
"… "
Viscount Pompey took a deep breath and decided to use the same method he used to deal with his daughter.
"Then you will have to pay Mr. Jack's weekly salary yourself."
"!?"
Rebecca was stunned at first, then she wanted to stand up and argue with her father, but she forgot that her leg was still in plaster.
"ah!"
Her body tilted and she fell to the ground.
Chen Lun suddenly stretched out a hand, gently grabbed her wrist, and then slowly helped her back to the chair.
The whole process was smooth, calm yet polite, and to the point.
Before Viscount and Viscount Pompey and Butler Binoz could even scream out, Rebecca was out of danger.
"Please be careful, Miss Rebecca."
Chen Lun said softly.
"Um... Thank you."
Rebecca stared at him blankly, then nodded.
Viscount and Viscount Pompey breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Chen Lun.
While Rebecca was still in shock, Mrs. Pompey took the paper from the table. She took it in her hand and read the words on it with her husband.
The pleasing font writes a poem about the moon.
"this… "
After reading it, Viscount Pompey felt that it was a little absurd, but he could not criticize Chen Lun for blaspheming the Moon Goddess.
Mrs. Pompey, on the other hand, nodded repeatedly, with a happy smile on her face as she pondered.
"Kelly, what do you think?"
The Viscount asked tentatively.
"Great, but I think it would be better if I changed Rebecca's name to mine...
Ah, I mean, this poem is just so-so, not worthy of Rebecca.
I think you understand, Pompey."
Mrs. Pompey coughed lightly and spoke as usual.
The Viscount's face suddenly turned dark.