The Swordswoman's Revenge Story after Rebirth

Chapter 136 Imperial Scholar-Apprentice

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Clark had originally planned for Cooper and the carriage driver to handle the situation, but as soon as the beggar

got into the carriage, he started convulsing uncontrollably, even biting his own tongue. Cooper tried to cover the

wound but couldn't manage, so Clark had no choice but to accompany him.

People watching as the carriage left shook their heads.

“I heard it’s his first day at the Parliamentary Library. Foolish, throwing away his future like that.

“Right? After ten years of hard work, it’s all for today. And now this beggar is his undoing.”

“Doing good is fine, but you have to pick your battles. This beggar can’t repay him. Saving him, he’s just inviting

more trouble. If the beggar dies, it's a life debt.”

Everyone discussed among themselves. The middle-aged scholar in azure looked at the departing carriage and

smiled slightly. His previous coldness had disappeared.

The comments continued as the carriage rolled away, and the middle-aged scholar in grey from earlier smiled

faintly, his previous indifference replaced with a subtle amusement. He walked toward the sedan chair, saying,

“Let's go.”

“Yes, my lady,” the servant said, lifting the sedan to head toward the end of Peace Street.

Meanwhile, from a coffee house by the street, a head peeked out from a window, watching the commotion

below. The face had been there for quite a while, observing the scene intently.

“Lady Sadie Greystone, what's so interesting?” a maid, returning from the kitchen with ssnacks, asked as

she noticed Sadie still staring out the window.

“Just finished,” Sadie murmured, retracting her head. Her face was one of quiet, distant beauty.

Earlier, she had wanted to go down, but when she saw someone step forward to help, she realized the beggar

needed to be taken to a clinic, and she wasn’t prepared. But who was that person? It seemed he was headed to

the Parliamentary Library, willing to forsake his future to save a beggar.

Sadie, the Greystone family’s lady, had saved many people, but she had never done so at a cost. The thought of

having to pay such a price made her wonder if she would still be willing to do the same.

“Jenna, what do you want in life?” Sadie asked the maid.

The girl smiled, “Don’t you already know?”

Sadie smiled faintly, “Yes, you've always dreamed of marrying Guardian Jalen Beasley. But, tell me, if Jalen came

to marry you, would you hesitate on your wedding day to save a beggar?”

Jenna shook her head, “No, that would be my lifelong dream.”

Sadie couldn't help but feel a new sense of respect for the man she had seen earlier. For sc

rs, ten years

of hard work and endless study were often sold to the royal family. Yet, at such a critical moment, this man had

barely hesitated before making his choice. Such character was rare and admirable.

“Miss, your face—it’s red!” Jenna said, surprised.

Lady Sadie Greystone, blushing? This was a first. Had the handsman passed by again?

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Sadie gave Jenna a playful scolding look, “Let's go.”

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Jenna hurriedly shoved a snack into her mouth, mumbling through a full mouth, “Don’t waste them,” before

hurrying after her.

Clark, covered in blood, finally arrived at the Parliamentary Library around midday, just as lunch was being

served.

He had originally planned to change clothes, but having already arrived so late, he knew he couldn't afford to

waste more time.

He'd already made the worst assumptions about what might happen due to his tardiness.

Word had spread that a new recruit was arriving, and the fact that it was someone Doug had recommended

didn’t make things any better. Doug wasn’t liked by the scholars, but he had the Queen Mother and the King's

favor, which made his recommendations inevitable.

However, nobody expected a new recruit to arrive this late, covered in dirt and looking like he had been through

a battle. His appearance was disheveled, and his anxiety was evident.

As Clark approached, the attendant was ready to dismiss him, but then a young page dressed in grey entered,

delivering an unexpected message: “Chancellor-General Luka Carney wants to see you.”

Everyone, including Clark, froze.

The reception had only expected someone coming in for the position of chief librarian, and with all the

regulations in place, Clark should have been sent away to cback another day for a proper exam. But to be

called by the Chancellor-General?

The page led Clark through the halls, passing by the Grand Hall where over twenty men sat, writing diligently.

The atmosphere was something Clark had always dreamed of-this was the place where he had always wanted to

be.

Luka Carney was a graduate of the prestigious Empire’s examination, known for his vast knowledge and now

often seen in the Imperial Court, working directly with the King. He was an esteemed noble, someone respected

even among the elite scholars.

Clark couldn't help but feel nervous-what could Luka want with him? He had entered with Doug’s

recommendation, but was that really enough to earn this?

As they entered the grand hall, the page led him to the center.

The floor beneath was made of solid stone tiles, each step grounding him deeper in the present.

The page gave a slight bow, announcing, “Sir, Mr. Langley, here.”

Clark still didn’t dare to raise his head, bending low as he spoke, “Mr. Carney.”

A calm, familiar voice responded, “Look up.”

Clark froze, and as he slowly lifted his gaze, he saw none other than the scholar he had encountered earlier -the

one who had called the beggar’s life “not worth saving.” This man, the one who had so coldly

dismissed the beggars life, was the Chancellor-General?

Clark’s mind whirled as he struggled to comprehend this.

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Luka smiled faintly, “I suppose you're wondering why | said what | said earlier, aren't you?”

Clark hesitated, then replied, “I... don’t dare.”

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“A beggars life isn’t worth anything? How cold-hearted must one be to say such a cruel thing?” Luka stood up,

walking slowly down the steps, his gaze warm and appreciative as it landed on Clark.

Clark, caught off guard by the words, couldn't quite grasp their meaning and hesitated, unsure how to respond.

Luka clapped him gently on the shoulder. “You're here for a test today, do you know that?”

Clark bowed respectfully. “Yes, | know.”

Luka nodded. “No need for a test. You've already passed today.”

Clark froze in confusion. When did | take the test? is it because Doug recommendedthat | didn’t need to take

the exam?

His face flushed with embarrassment as he stammered, “Please, giveanother chance to take the test.”

Luka met his gaze calmly. “You've already taken it. And you passed.”

Clark's anxiety grew. “But | was prepared!”

Luka waved his hand dismissively. “It's done. From now on, you're the Academician-Designate of the

Parliamentary Library.”

Clark stood there, dumbfounded.

Academician-Designate? No, he was just supposed to be the chief librarian!

Clark was stunned, his mind racing. Academician-Designate? But he had only been intending to apply for the

chief librarian position. He had no qualifications for something like that! It was reserved for graduates of the

Metropolitan University, and from there, only the top students in Archival Compiler were selected for Imperial

Scholar-Apprentice. How could someone like him, a mere son of a minor noble, even dream of this?

“Sir...?"” Clark began to protest, but Luka simply waved it off, “Go now. | have to go to the palace.”

Luka turned to the page and instructed, “Take Mr. Langley to meet his colleagues.”

As Clark stood there, utterly speechless, his life had just been irrevocably changed.

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