"Do you know why I chose New Ross City as the starting point for the Church of Truth?"
In the warm study, Marvin gazed at the distant azure sky through the window and spoke calmly, "Because the people living here need the guidance of truth."
Levin took out a bottle of brandy with a label from his bosom, one he had just bought while Marvin was away, only costing 1.5 shillings.
After biting off the cork, Levin carefully filled the silver flask and took a delightful sip before speaking, "I've heard of the Fourth Prince Arthur, that he is not the Queen's biological child, but a bastard of the King, quite unwelcome. Everyone else is titled with resounding names like the Duke of Welsh, the Duke of Sussex, the Duke of York, but he was given the insignificantly known title of Duke of Ross and tossed to New Ross City far from the King's Capital..."
