Chapter 510 Knowledge Dissemination

In the administrative center of Cecil City, the Political Office, Norris brought several of his assistants to the office of the News and Propaganda Department.

Once upon a time, this honest peasant, who had spent most of his life dealing with the land and crops, could not have imagined that he would one day stand in a room like this—a bright and spacious building, a place where big people work, sturdy and beautiful desks and chairs, full of The bookshelves of books and archives, as well as the magic spar lamp on the roof, in the past, even the manor's large room could not have such a room - but now, he is really standing here.

Moreover, his identity is also the head of the agricultural department, the person who manages the farming for the lord - in the old words, he is "the upper class".

Norris, who had put on clean and decent clothes and was more or less accustomed to dealing with other government officials in the Government Affairs Hall, breathed out indistinctly. Now he is not nervous standing in such a place, but it was not until last year that he saw The knights and gentlemen who come to the territory will still stutter.

A few assistants stood quietly by the side. These were young people selected by Norris himself-they were literate, and they also knew how to grow crops. It was very difficult to find people who could satisfy both of these requirements. For more than half a year, I will take them whenever I have the opportunity, and I want to make these young people grow up as soon as possible.

He knew that he was getting old - although this age is considered a prime among the extraordinary, he is not extraordinary, and he suffered too much and suffered too much hunger when he was young. Two years of food and clothing and drinking two bottles of alchemy potion can make up for it, and maybe in a few years, he will leave this position.

He doesn't have much regret about this, because in the past few years, he has lived a good life that he never dared to imagine in his life, but he always felt that this would be a shame for the lord's trust-he wanted to be in his own hands. When the energy is still strong, at least I can train these young people from the Ministry of Agriculture to be able to take charge of themselves. I want to pass on all the knowledge and experience I have accumulated for half my life...

The Minister of Agriculture had such thoughts in his mind, and a footstep suddenly came from outside the door, and then the door to the office was pushed open. Godwin Orlando, with a gray beard and scholar's robe, had a refined and calm demeanor. The door came in: "Ah, Mr. Norris - I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, I've been a little busy lately..."

"Come on, don't say that," Norris hurried forward to meet him - in this land, his identity is equal to Godwin Orlando, but the life experience of the first half of his life has made him habitually " Scholars" regarded him as a full-fledged person, and even if he could get along as an equal now, he would contact each other with a kind of respect, "We arrived more than ten minutes early - the time is just right now."

"Sit down -- gentlemen, please," Godwin beckoned everyone to sit down, then got straight to the point,

"Then we won't be wasting time - the lord and Lady Hetty have a new plan, and it's very important, really, really important, that's why I'm calling you here, and I'm bringing Mr. Hammel this afternoon. And Miss Jenny is also called in, it needs the cooperation of a lot of people."

Norris was a little confused for a while: "Agriculture, smelting, and the Rune Research Institute?"

"Look at this first, you'll understand soon," said Godwin, opening the desk drawer and taking out a thin pamphlet, "Mr. Norris, this is supposed to be written by you. right?"

Norris took the booklet and saw that it was printed in plain language: "Growing and Harvesting of Sweetwood Roots and Bean Crops."

"Of course, this is what I wrote. The lord asked me to turn my farming experience into a booklet and teach it to other farmers. I thought about writing this book...book," Norris said, but there was some shame in his words. Because the person sitting in front of him is a famous scholar in the capital, talking about his "book" in front of this scholar who has written countless books is really a test of self-confidence, "Why, this... …Questions?"

"No problem, of course, and now we need more brochures," said Godwin Orlando, the high-school academic with a youthful gleam on his face, "let's praise the printing press—and certainly more. Those venerable people who invented the printing press - the great dissemination of knowledge has begun. According to the lord's order, we are going to compile a series of books called 'The Foundation of All Things', which covers agricultural common sense, magic industry, social common sense , common sense of magic, common sense of nature, common sense of theology, and geo-history, with more likely to be covered in the future. Mr. Norris, this booklet you once wrote is very useful, and many farmers in Cecil City rely on The knowledge you taught has been harvested, but now your work is going a step further—"

Norris listened carefully to every word of Godwin Orlando, his body hunched forward slightly, and the wrinkles on his face from half a lifetime of wind and rain were like ravines in the fields, as if recording his entire life. In the first half of his life, in a trance, he suddenly woke up and realized what he should do.

He does have something to pass on—

"Mr. Norris, I'm only good at words and don't understand farming, so I hope I can get help from you and your apprentices in this part," Godwin Orlando said sincerely, he would never have thought of before. Going to a farmer for knowledge, and now he has no energy to think about what is wrong with learning from a farmer - his enthusiasm has been ignited, and now there are only the words "big spread of knowledge" in his mind, "We need your knowledge."

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"We need your knowledge..."

In the lounge of the Magic Web Broadcasting Center, Jenny recalled what Ms. Hetty said to herself a few days ago, and couldn't help taking a deep breath. Then she lowered her head and continued to watch that it took her several nights to sort it out. manuscripts and information.

The mechanics and magicians who were in charge of debugging the machines were still busy in the next room. The lounge was so quiet that only the sound of paper flipping could be heard, but at this moment, Jenny suddenly felt that someone had touched her. arm.

She raised her head in surprise, but saw that Rebecca had been sitting beside her at some point, the viscount was holding a stack of papers in one hand, while the other hand was passing a few candy cubes: "Nervous. Well? If you are nervous, eat some candy!"

"Ah...Thank you," Jenny said, taking the candy, and then she put the candy in her mouth while looking at the paper in Rebecca's hands curiously, "Will you wait...to record the 'show'?"

"Yeah, I'll record after you," Rebecca shook the manuscript paper in her hand, and then pointed to a pile of machine models placed in the corner, "The identification methods and usage instructions of several common magic machines, There is also a hint of the most primitive repulsion piston magic engine."

Because they have studied rune literature together and edited the first edition of the "Low-level Spell-Rune Array Comparison Table", Jenny and Rebecca have a good relationship. This one has white hair and is always in the research institute. The rune master, who lives in a secluded place, didn't hide his nervousness: "I...I don't know what to say and what to do later?"

"Then re-record," Rebecca waved her hand, "it's not a live broadcast today - a few more recordings will always be successful. But the first live broadcast will be done in three days, so you have to pay attention at that time. ."

Jenny seemed to be slightly relieved, and then she couldn't help sighing: "I really admire Miss Jibry... It is said that her first time was a live broadcast."

"Actually, just relax, there's nothing to be nervous about, just stand in front of the stage and demonstrate a few simple little experiments, fiddling with runes, let everyone see how the most basic runes work, you are studying The content taught by apprentices in the courtyard is much more esoteric than that - can't you still teach it?"

"It's not the same," Jenny shook her head with a wry smile, "If there were a few apprentices standing beside me and asked me to give them a lecture, I would not be nervous, but I just watched the studio inside... I have to stand on an empty platform I was a little nervous to demonstrate to a bunch of lewd terminals and half a room of blank-faced technicians. And the thought that those images would still be recorded and put on lewd broadcasts…”

As Jenny spoke, she couldn't help touching her cheek, and her nervousness reappeared.

"There's no way, that's to ensure that the details of the experiment can be photographed... But you reminded me, maybe one or two assistants can be put on the stage during the next recording, so that they can fight off and reduce tension... ..." Rebecca's train of thought seemed to be opened, and she began to balabara with a happy expression, but just halfway through, her eyes fell on Jenny's face.

The rune master from the capital, the head of the Rune Research Institute, and one of the founders of Cecil's magic industry, was unnaturally wrapping a few strands of long hair around his ears.

Jenny deliberately re-combed her long white hair today. The soft strands of hair fell from the side of the cheek to the chest, and the hair almost covered half of her face.

However, even so, the striking burn scars were still clearly visible between the hairline and her exposed neck.

Obviously, he almost no longer cares about these scars on weekdays, and he will not deliberately cover them when he is working in the research institute. However, at this special moment, this Rune Master obviously still cares.

Jenny noticed Rebecca's line of sight, and suddenly became even more unnatural. She gathered her hair again and asked worriedly, "So... can you still see it?"

"I can see it," Rebecca nodded, "and I will see it no matter what."

The movement of Jenny's hair suddenly stiffened, and her expression looked frustrated and disappointed: "I actually tried Master Pittman's scar removal cream, but it didn't work at all..."

"Pitman's ointments are almost useless as long as they are sold privately," Rebecca pouted, then looked at Jenny seriously, "and I don't think you need to cover them - on the contrary, I think you It should be displayed liberally. Of course, that's just my opinion."

Jenny was surprised to see herself, the first friend who had crossed the identity gap and had a candid relationship with her: "Why..."

"Because you're beautiful," Rebecca said calmly. "Really—you're beautiful. Although you have these scars, they're really not as serious as you think."

Jenny hesitated, she was very happy to hear Rebecca's praise, but she didn't know whether the praise really belonged to her, and in her hesitation, a voice suddenly came from the side: "You are ashamed because of these scars Is it?"

Jenny raised her head in surprise and saw the tall figure.

She got up in a hurry: "Lord..."

Gawain waved his hand, indicating that Jenny need not be more polite: "It is your mentor who should be ashamed of these scars, not you-of course, whether you choose to cover them or ignore them is your own power, but in my opinion, I don't think your scars are ugly, and I don't think you need to be ashamed of them."

The door to the studio opened, and a technician came out and said to Jenny, "Miss Jenny - the machine is ready, we can start anytime."

Jenny grabbed a few pieces of paper in her hand and stood up a little dazedly.

Gawain looked at her quietly: "You want to spread knowledge, and you should be proud of your knowledge, because behind this knowledge stands the nameless wild mage, and also stands Ravencase. Sir - are you sure you want to introduce them with apprehension and shame instead of pride and confidence?"

Rebecca also stood up, she grabbed Jenny's arm hard, with a bright smile on her face: "Come on!"

Jenny lowered her head and glanced at the pages of manuscript in her hand that she was about to scratch. After a few seconds of silence, she took a deep breath.

Afterwards, she rolled up her hair and walked towards the door not far away.

Looking at Jenny's back, Gawain exhaled slightly: "We always have to take the first step."

"Yeah, I think she should come out too - she's very beautiful," Rebecca muttered, then looked at Gawain curiously, "But then again, why are you here, Mr. Ancestor?"

"Hetty is very worried about you," Gawain said helplessly, unable to laugh or cry, "Of course I'm also very worried—I'm afraid you will blow up this place."

"Wow--"