Chapter 199 Lesson 1

"Following the time" was originally a feature and privilege of nobles, because only nobles mastered the tools and methods to accurately calculate time, whether magic timers or mechanical clocks from the dwarf kingdom are not owned by common people, so nobles will also "Following time" is regarded as a part of high society, and it is regarded as etiquette and rules, while commoners simply rely on the sun and astrology to roughly judge the time, and arrange their production activities accordingly, which is outside the territory of Cecil It is the norm for any aristocratic collar.

However, in Cecil Land, everyone's life will strictly follow the "time", when to go to work, when to stop work, when to eat in the cafeteria, when to start night school, everything has a precise time scale. From the territorial officials, down to the common people, it is the same.

This is the change brought about by Gao Wen, a change made to reverse the chaotic, primitive and inefficient production mode. Only a precise timetable can ensure the smooth operation of the factory, and only an accurate timetable can make people Realize the importance of efficiency. At first, many civilians were quite puzzled by this requirement. It was only because of the great prestige of the lord that they followed the newly established rules ignorantly. Unfamiliar vocabulary, even children understand the need to be on time.

Because they have to come to school on time—earlier, longer, and more demanding than adults.

Gawain has not yet implemented a full-time school, so the children in Cecil's territory currently spend half of the day helping their parents with their work at home. After lunch, they have to come to the "Cecil" in the southern part of the territory. General Academy" reports.

This is a brand-new school built with bricks and cement. Its main building is the most imposing and largest building in the territory except for the factories, and the school's square also has Cecil's territory. The flag, the huge and majestic emblem of Cecil and Ansu are printed on the wall - Gawain firmly believes that the sense of honor and belonging must be cultivated from an early age. The awareness of aspects is more important, and the distinctive and dignified school logo also helps to increase the enthusiasm of the territorial people for "enrollment": receiving education arranged by the lord in such a grand facility will become a kind of education in the minds of many people. Very honorable thing.

Even if they didn't feel honored, Gawain had to instill in them the honor of doing so.

Adult night school starts in the evening, while children come to school in the afternoon, where they study until the sun goes down and then have a free dinner with the teachers (which is also a lot of One of the motivations of adults willing to send their children to school), to continue studying after dinner, until the end of the evening school program for adults, and go home with parents from school.

The thinking of adults is solidified, and it has become quite difficult to accept new knowledge. Therefore, Gao Wen’s requirement for most adult workers in the territory is to be able to read and count, at least in the factory. Can understand the operation of the machine This shows that children are precious "white paper". They have not had time to be numb and polished by life, and they can also accept flexible new ideas and new knowledge, so Gao Wen has always attached great importance to the education of children.

At the beginning of the establishment of the territory, there were almost no children in this town, because those who escaped from the old Cecil territory were basically robust adults. Although women and children were given priority to evacuate, under the erosion of the magic tide More than half of the children with weak physique did not survive - it was not until after several population expansions that Cecil Land finally had the underage generation again.

There were slaves who were sold with their parents (if not for Gawain's emancipation system, these children and their descendants would have been slaves for generations), and there were homeless people who were rescued by Joan and Tom, even if I live in a buffer camp with my parents, and I am also arranged to come to the academy for classes every day.

Today, they are adding a special new course.

Santis Seid nervously organizes his clothes in the faculty's office. The office is very simple, but there is a one-person-high mirror. Above the mirror, there is a motto given by the lord to the teachers of the college: "Take your body as a mirror." .

Santis neatly arranged the somewhat old robe, smoothing the folds on the robe awkwardly. He saw the proverb above the mirror: There is wisdom in the words of the lord, but he still can't understand this sentence. Why did the words appear here, but rather than understanding the words, he was more worried about whether he could cope with this first lesson smoothly.

He is going to teach a group of poor children, and let them learn knowledge that even the children of rich merchants and knights may not learn. Is this really possible?

He had served as a tutor to some merchants or petty aristocrats, and the children of the wealthy were more or less "educated future high-class people", but teaching them to read was still a chore, and now he had to face The children of a group of serfs, slave laborers, indentured slaves, and freemen, the young second-level arcanist could hardly imagine how he would teach them this first lesson.

But the bell for class was about to run, and through the window, he saw that the hunchbacked old gentleman who was in charge of ringing the bell was walking towards the bronze bell hanging in the yard with a small hammer. It was pointless to hesitate any more at this moment.

Santis Seid tidied his neckline for the last time, then with a determined expression, he picked up the draft and lesson plan prepared next to him, pushed open the office door, and strode toward the children's classroom.

After pushing the door open, he saw two apprentices who were cleaning looking at him blankly - he went through the wrong door.

"Right... I'm sorry!" The young arcanist didn't have the arrogance and aura of a professional spellcaster at all. He apologized nervously, his face flushed with embarrassment, and before the two apprentices could react, he was already running away. Back in the hallway.

The clock for class had already rung, but Santis pushed the wrong door twice in the corridor to find the classroom where he was supposed to attend. He pushed open the door in a panic, and saw a room sitting inside. The messy, patched, dirty kids of all ages finally let out a sigh of relief.

The children who came to class were noisy. Although it was not the first time they entered the school, the word "rules" still did not enter their minds. These children of different ages and from different places regarded the classroom as a gathering place. , in a noisy mess, their parents may be serfs, free people, slaves or even exiles, but they themselves have no concept of this.

Teachers who usually teach general education can use a loud voice to calm these children, but Santis Seid does not have such a loud voice (and the courage that corresponds to a loud voice), and when he first pushes the door and enters the room, he really let it go. The classroom was quiet for a moment, but it was just that the children stopped the noise temporarily out of curiosity, and soon the noise resumed. This time, the focus of the children's discussion changed from dinner and mud to the one on Santis. Old magic robe.

"Look! New teacher!"

"The new teacher is wearing a robe, it must be a robe!"

"The new teacher is a master mage! He must be able to conjure a dragon..."

"Shh, you're dead when he gets angry!"

"That robe is so old..."

Older children will still look in horror at Santis' robe and the short staff around his waist, but the youngest have no fear at all, they haven't learned to see like their parents. When the Master Mage was present, he immediately bowed humbly—similarly, Santis couldn't grasp the "spirit" of ordinary Mage who would throw a fireball and blow the opponent into a crippled when he saw a rude pariah.

He can only unleash a few arcane missiles a day.

He could only open his mouth in vain, and it was difficult for the first row to hear in a low voice: "Be quiet... Everyone be quiet, class is over..."

No one listened to him, as expected: the commoner's son was more difficult to deal with.

Santis felt sweat on his face. He felt that his first lesson might have failed, but a handkerchief was suddenly handed over from the side-he looked over unexpectedly and saw a woman with big eyes. The child is looking at himself with his handkerchief up.

The girl was a little thin, but she was wearing a clean and tidy cotton dress with a small hairpin on her head, which indicated that her family conditions should be good, she handed the handkerchief forward again, opened her mouth and said, " ahh" sound.

"Thank you...Thank you..." Santis didn't expect a child to be so sensible, and immediately thanked him and took the handkerchief, wiping his sweat and laughing, "You didn't shout like everyone else, you're so sensible..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy next to him suddenly shouted: "Because Pea is dumb!"

The girl with big eyes immediately glared at the boy, who hurriedly shrank his neck: "I'm sorry, Sister Pea..."

This girl is called Pea, is she dumb?

Santis was stunned for a moment. He remembered that he had seen the strange name "Pea" in the student roster before, but he didn't expect that there would be a mute among his students.

But within two seconds of being stunned, Santis suddenly saw a small hand from the corner of his eye poking out from under the podium. This hand was holding a writing slate, and the slate wrote on it. Twisted words: put some magic on it, sir.

Then the slate was quickly retracted, and Santis didn't even see who handed it over.

He was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses, then raised his right hand slightly—there were only a few precious spellcasting opportunities a day, and he used it in his first class.

A small ball of arcane energy flew out of his hand, flew all the way to the mid-air of the classroom, and then exploded with a bang. The scattered magic sparks seemed to set off a firework in the room.

All the children fell silent for a moment.

They looked in awe at their new teacher, as if only now were they finally realizing, finally certain—that this was a real mage.

Like Ms. Hetty, she is a magician.

The children looked at each other, and Santis finally knew what to do.

"Children," smiled the young second-level arcanist. He forgot his experience of being a tutor to petty nobles and merchants, and threw away those pointless ornate opening remarks, and threw away those "first time" "Contact etiquette" and rules, said what he wanted to say most at the moment, "I'll tell you how to identify runes and the basic principles of how they work."

These children may never be able to cast a spell with their own hands for life.

Santis turned around and wrote the first lesson topic on the blackboard with a plaster pen.

No one in history has ever considered imparting the secrets of magic to everyone without reservation.

The basic runes of earth, water, wind and fire are transferred from the nib to the blackboard, followed by derivative runes in various fields such as frost and lightning.

However, these children can memorize this knowledge with their heads, and use pen and paper to calculate this knowledge. Miss Jenny has proved the value of this "calculation", and the lord believes in the value of this.

Santis turned and saw dozens of curious, focused eyes—they could be focused.

"Let's have our first lesson."

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