Back at the Lirong, Li Xin sneezed as he passed Old Moulton's stall. Old Moulton was busy, while Little Moulton was studying inside the tent. He placed the packed food to the side and made a shushing gesture, "Dinner from the Saint Grace Canon Law School, give it a try."
Upon hearing the name of Saint Grace Canon Law School, Little Moulton's face lit up with surprise and excitement. For a low-class civilian, the Canon Law School was the ultimate dream. Its greatest function was not to give opportunities to the noble and wealthy—they never lacked chances and were always in the first echelon in any form—but to provide a bit of possibility for commoners to transcend class.
And this slim possibility brought immense hope to many people.
Little Moulton mouthed "thank you," and Li Xin waved his hand, gesturing for more meat. The two shared a knowing smile.
