The culture of this world was steeped in content rted to faith.


    The faith of the Seven True Gods spread across the entire continent, and the Tresor Empire officially supported two churches, namely the Sun Church and the Moon Church.


    The remaining ones such as the Constetion Sect, Red Apple Church, History and Ritual Association, Hailing Group, and Madman School, although allowed by the empire to preach within its borders, were restricted and controlled in various aspects.


    As a result, the mostmon beliefs among the empire''s citizens were those in the Sun and the Moon.


    If they held reverence for the Moon Goddess, then their fervor for the Sun was unparalleled.


    The Sun represented the Empire.


    The literature of the Tresor Empire was also deeply influenced.


    "I don''t like the Sun."


    Reba whispered.


    "That''s why I find literature so dull, it''s all praises to the Sun, nothing novel...


    Plus, the Sun often makes me so hot, I''m drenched in sweat every time I wear a dress outside!"


    The butler, with his sharp hearing, perked up his ears and captured every word Reba said without missing a beat.


    He couldn''t help but raise his brow, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening.


    Binose knew Miss Reba was usually quite lively, but he didn''t expect her to be somewhat rebellious.


    Although not everyone in the aristocratic circle was a believer of the Sun, believing in the Sun was politically correct.


    The Sun King wouldn''t care which Righteous God the people below believed in, nor had others the right to interfere.


    But for a noble, believing in other Righteous Gods was not conducive to integrating into the group and could even lead to subtle ostracization.


    "So what does Miss Reba like?"


    Chen Lun put down the textbook and asked with a smiling face.


    "I love the Moon! I''ve told my parents many times that I want to believe in the Moon Goddess, but they disagree."


    Reba appeared somewhat despondent.


    She lifted her head to look at the dark-haired young man in front of her, her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.


    "Mr. Jack, could you write a poem about the Moon for me?"


    Here ites!


    Chen Lun secretly chuckled.


    He had deliberately steered Reba this way, just to do something that would leave a deep impression on her.


    It was clear that Viscount and Lady Pompey valued their daughter greatly, and as long as she insisted on keeping him as a tutor, the likelihood of his staying was very high.


    "Of course, Miss Reba...


    Writing poetry is the most basic skill of a literary schr."


    Chen Lun gracefully touched his chest and bowed slightly.


    Binose secretly scoffed, almost spitting out his saliva on this shameless fellow.


    Although Miss Reba was yful, being a noble, she still had an appreciation for art.


    Not to mention that Viscount and Lady Pompey were right here, did he really think he could get by with just a couple of makeshift poems?


    This would only lower Miss Reba and her parents'' opinion of him, turning their already slight fondness into outright disdain.


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    Chen Lun took the expensive pen from Reba''s hand and began writing on the paper.


    Smelling a faint fragrance, he cheerfully finished the poem in one go without pausing.


    Reba watched the handsome man intently, almost starry-eyed.


    "My goodness, he''s really good-looking, and…"


    She reluctantly moved her gaze from Chen Lun''s face to the paper, her eyes gradually widening.


    "—He quietly casts his gentle glow, filling the valleys and forests, once again, my soul, clears away all troubles.


    He gently sends his loving gaze, illuminating my dreams cold and deep, like a grandmother''s doting eyes, watching over my destiny…"


    Chen Lun capped the pen and gently set it down.


    This poem was adapted from a ywright from a past life, Goethe, modified slightly to fit the world view here.


    "This poem is truly beautiful… Mr. Jack, does it have a name?"


    Reba asked curiously, her cheeks flushed.


    "''To the Moon''."


    Chen Lun answered with a smile.


    Reba, clutching the paper dearly, suddenly whispered a bit embarrassingly:


    "Mr. Jack, could you please add a line that says ''A poem for Reba'' at the top?"


    Chen Lun smiled.


    He took the paper, picked up the pen, and wrote another line at the end:


    "—To lovely Miss Reba, may the Moon Goddess watch over her forever."


    Reba held the poem, unable to contain her joy.


    He called me lovely!


    Really!?


    At that moment, Viscount Pompey and his wife "identally" came nearby while taking a stroll. Seeing their daughter in a daydreaming state, Lady Pompey sensed trouble.


    "Reba? Reba!"


    She called twice before Reba snapped out of it.


    The blonde girl immediately straightened up, fixing a stray hair under her soft white hat.


    Lady Pompey hurried over to the butler and whispered a few questions.


    Binose whispered back, causing Lady Pompey''s expression to turn rather odd.


    "What''s wrong?"


    Viscount Pompey asked.


    Thedy promptly informed her husband of the unfolding events, and the viscount was intrigued.


    Thisd wrote a poem, and it has fascinated Reba so much?


    "Reba, let''s see what great poem Mr. Jack has written."


    "No way!"


    Reba immediately refused.


    Viscount and Lady Pompey were helpless, so the viscount had to say:


    "Without knowing Mr. Jack''s abilities, we can''t befortable letting him teach you, Reba."


    "I don''t care!"


    "..."


    Viscount Pompey took a deep breath and decided to use his usual method with his daughter.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Then you will have to pay Mr. Jack''s weekly sry yourself."


    "!?"


    Reba was stunned for a moment, then tried to stand and argue with her father, forgetting that her leg was still in a cast.


    "Ah!"


    She swayed and fell toward the ground.


    Chen Lun quickly stretched out a hand, gently caught her wrist, and then eased her back into the chair.


    The whole process was smooth,posed, and impably courteous, stopping just at the right moment.


    Viscount Pompey, his wife, and the nearby butler Binose hadn''t even had a chance to exim before Reba was out of danger.


    "Please be careful, Miss Reba."


    Chen Lun said softly.


    "Uh... Thank you."


    Reba stared at him, then nodded.


    Viscount Pompey and his wife breathed a sigh of relief and also thanked Chen Lun.


    While Reba was still regaining her senses, Lady Pompey quietly took the paper from the table. She held it in her hands, sharing the text with her husband.


    Beautifully penned, the poem talked about the moon.


    "This..."


    After reading it, Viscount Pompey felt it somewhat absurd but could not use Chen Lun of desecrating the Moon Goddess.


    Meanwhile, Lady Pompey nodded repeatedly, a pleased smile appearing on her face during her contemtion.


    "Kellie, what do you think?"


    The viscount asked tentatively.


    "It''s great, but I think it would be even better if Reba''s name was reced with mine... Ah, I mean, this poem is quite mediocre, not worthy of Reba.


    I think you understand, Pompey."


    Lady Pompey coughed lightly and said, maintaining her usual countenance.


    The viscount''s face instantly darkened.