Pirate Kingship

Chapter 398 - 324: In the First 30 Years Look at How the Father Respects the Son, In the Next 30 Years Look at How the Son Respects the Father (6000)_2

Chapter 398: Chapter 324: In the First 30 Years Look at How the Father Respects the Son, In the Next 30 Years Look at How the Son Respects the Father (6000)_2

It’s no exaggeration to say that on the day Byron was born, the entire Kingdom of Hightins was shouting his name.

The power of feudal monarchy had surpassed the imaginative limits of many ordinary people.

Even counting the whole world, there seemed to be few people who had more presence at the age of zero.

"No, you, you are not Byron Tudor!"

The Third Order Law Mage, who also witnessed this scene, was naturally of noble birth to hold such an Extraordinary Profession.

Combining the limited information, he gradually realized something, his eyes involuntarily widening bit by bit.

He stared intently at Byron, hoping to confirm that he had actually misseen.

The minute hand moved from twelve to one, passing one mark, and then it embarked on the next milestone.

The [Social Clock]’s societal expectations vary for different ethnic groups, cultures, nations, and genders.

The standard for Byron was clearly the growth trajectory of a normal boy within the Old Continent’s Kingdom of Hightins.

"At age one, they can call people by name, clearly saying ’Daddy’ and ’Mommy,’ walk independently, and hold simple eating utensils like knives and forks."

Although Byron hadn’t awakened any inherent wisdom, his natural mental strength was much stronger than that of ordinary children; he would even call for someone in advance when he needed to eat, drink, or relieve himself.

"At three, they can eat on their own and choose their food. They can manage their bodily functions independently, handle simple self-care such as dressing, putting on shoes, wearing a hat, and can tidy up their toys, etc."

Thanks to his exceptionally favorable material conditions, Byron’s toys had already expanded to include specially made children’s versions of Miracle firearms and swords.

The non-combat Miracles, precious jewelry, estates, company shares, and personal servants he owned were already more than many Transcendents would see in a lifetime.

"At seven, the most important milestone is the beginning of education. The offspring of noble families usually start formal education around the age of seven. This typically includes: family education, castle education, court school education, resident teacher education, church school education, and so on."

Byron and his sister Catherine were taught by the kingdom’s top teachers, scholars, frontline Transcendents who had experienced bloody battles, and Knights who came to their home to serve as their tutors.

Starting from simple grammar and math, their education covered astronomy, geography, history, law, sailing knowledge, swordsmanship, marksmanship, Transcendent knowledge... it was all-encompassing.

Not one of their tutors held a Class below the Middle Sequence, and even detached Fifth-order Legends were not entirely unseen by them.

His insight and vision had long surpassed 99.99% of the world’s population, including Transcendents.

From childhood to adulthood, there was never any such thing as a "happy education" for him.

Byron reflected on his past; every day since starting his education had been more arduous than his high school days in his previous life.

He didn’t know about other families, but the Lancaster lineage didn’t tolerate indolent youths.

"At sixteen..." While others were busy advancing their studies or finding a decent job, Byron had already graduated from the Royal Naval Academy with top marks. He then joined the Strait Fleet as a probationary officer, interning on a First-Class Battleship.

It was especially noteworthy that during this period, his uncle, Henry VI, founded "Eton College," an official preparatory school teeming with young nobles. He also established King’s College within "St. Bridge University," the world’s second-oldest university.

Although the principal personally visited and cordially invited Byron to enroll, he felt that a civilian administrative position might not suit him, and in the end, he declined.

By this time, the minute hand pointed to four. The hour hand had moved slightly past five, and the gap between the two hands was now only one and a half marks.

Byron’s pre-adulthood resume was more impeccable than a model answer; the majority of those "other people’s children" could only look up to him in awe.

But this didn’t mean Byron was an exceptional genius; it was purely because his father in this life was named Edmund Lancaster.

With exceptional material conditions and educational resources that were among the best on the entire continent, even if he had been a fool, he could have become the wealthy landowner’s foolish son.

He could still ring the bell of every "Social Clock" on schedule, with a track record more impressive than anyone else’s.

It was just like the reports about a certain general from a neighboring country in Byron’s past life:

"The general is a true genius; he learned to shoot a gun at the age of three and could hit moving targets by the age of nine. He began driving at the age of three, and before he turned eight, he drove 120 kilometers at high speed along winding, sloped dirt roads, safely reaching his destination. There was no sport the general couldn’t do, especially basketball, where he outplayed the average professional. He started riding at six, with horsemanship skills superior to a jockey’s..."

This kind of "genius" was not fundamentally different from Byron.

At this moment, the Grand Magistrate opposite him swallowed hard, having thoroughly confirmed Byron’s true identity.

His body trembled subconsciously, his voice as raspy as scraping metal. "You are not that commoner Pirate, Byron Tudor! You, you... you are Byron Lancaster! You’ve actually infiltrated the Kingdom’s system again! What do you intend to do?"

A number one rebel wanted by the York Party had assumed the Governor’s position, quietly controlling the Kingdom’s entire colony, and was responsible for leading the anti-piracy efforts.

What he intended to do was self-evident.

Just imagining such a situation was enough to make every member of the York Party’s blood run cold.

Byron did not respond to him; the final milestone, turning eighteen—one of the most important life junctures for a man on the Old Continent—had already begun.