Fashen live room

Chapter 63
"When shaking the starry sky, I can shake it 72 times at a time."

Norman was sitting on the ground, holding Adrian's notebook in his hand and looking at it.

His eyes suddenly blinked several times quickly, his mouth opened slightly, as if he was about to sneeze, but after opening several times, he couldn't sneeze, and finally he could only rub his nose and let it go, his eyes turned to the side Candlelight glanced at it.

A piece of paraffin was burning there, and inferior black smoke was coming out. The smell was very pungent, and the small room was dimly illuminated.

This is Thomas' hut, and it's night.

After a busy day, the mage's robes were basically finished, and the mage's badge was drawn and handed over to the blacksmith. Thomas, who had just made money, went to the tavern to drink again, and as his employer, Norman got The right to be in his house, reading a book right now.

"The teacher asked me to draw the cracks in the meditation space today, saying that I found a clue in the "Holy Code"..."

After the fight with the young man, Norman finally realized that the city is sometimes more barbaric than the countryside. It is useless to count on the red and white stripes and the mayor to survive in a city like Cardenas. You still have to have your own strength.So he quickly took the time to look at Adrian's notes. After all, this is the only thing he has related to mages. If he can find the key to the power of mages in it, he can cast powerful spells like that little girl Come on, the next time he encounters the battle situation like yesterday, he won't be helpless.

But before he could finish reading the notebook, the sound array of the Knights Templar started calling him again, and after Norman noticed, they introduced someone to him.

"I'm Lancelot. Starting today, I will be in charge of your common sense education."

It was an ordinary male voice, but Norman had the impression: If I remember correctly, this voice once scolded Gao Wen, and it was also this voice that called on the mages to say the phrase "********" last night. Come.

Norman asked puzzled, "Where is Gawain?"

Gao Wen has always been in charge of his general knowledge education, but the strange thing is that Gao Wen didn't make a sound all day today, and now he has changed to a general knowledge teacher.

Facing Norman's doubts, Lancelot said: "Gao Wen will be on a long-term leave, and all his work will be taken over by me."

"A long vacation?"

Norman was puzzled for a moment, "Why is he on vacation?"

Gao Wen has always been tireless in teaching him, and he is the most qualified teacher, why did he suddenly quit on vacation?And it's a long vacation.

Lancelot said leisurely: "When he realizes that this game is no longer the one he wants to play, he naturally doesn't want to play it." Regardless of whether Norman can understand what he said, Lancelot again He continued: "Besides, he really should take a vacation. As your general knowledge teacher, Mr. Norman, he can't even see through your true wishes, Mr. Norman. How can he continue to be your teacher?"

After hearing Lancelot's words, Norman's heart suddenly thumped, and he stopped reading. He straightened his back and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting. I just wanted to say that Gao Wen believed your reason for refusing to leave Cardenas and wanting to take the entrance exam, but I didn't believe it, or I only believed part of it."

Lancelot said slowly: "It should be more than a simple principle that allows you to withstand the huge pressure of the Father God. Maybe you have another goal, Lord Norman? For example, the saint of the Father God... ..."

When Norman heard this, he unconsciously swept aside Adrian's notes with his left hand.

And Lancelot's words continued.

"What Gao Wen saw was the pressure from the opposition, but Mr. Norman, you saw the support from the supporters. Your vision is very tricky."

"That's right, if you can get the help of the saint, then you don't have to fight with the students of the church school for the 10 places every year, maybe pass the entrance examination next month, get close to the saint, and then next month Lord Norman, you have been canonized as a nobleman - it is obviously easy for a saint with the same status as the king, and judging from the young man's words, it just so happens that her attitude towards you is obviously different .”

"If you follow Gawain's plan step by step, it's hard to say whether you will be able to become a mage in the past two years, Lord Norman. After all, you haven't got a supernatural power yet, let alone become a nobleman. It's faster to approach the saint."

"Even, when the time comes, Lord Norman, you won't get a fief like a baron, but a viscount, or even... an earl? Who knows? For a big man like a king, it's no problem to let go of your thoughts. And what you need to do, Mrs. Norman, is to take a risk and get in front of her, and then you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life."

"Wow, the temptation is so great, I'm so moved, no wonder you are working so hard, Mr. Norman."

……

Norman clenched his intact left hand into a fist, his eyes flickering.

He is no longer the bumpkin who only obeys the orders of these mages in his body. He has started to have his own little thoughts, which the mages seem to call "privacy". It made him very uncomfortable and insecure.

What's more, his little thought is not too glorious.

"Gao Wen couldn't even see through this, and he simply believed your nonsense about defending principles. Then it might be a wise choice for him to leave. He really needs to learn more."

What Lancelot said did not show mercy to Gao Wen at all.

"But I have one more question,"

Lancelot finally asked: "Why don't you tell your real purpose?"

In fact, Norman has not admitted it at this time, he can completely deny it, saying that what Lancelot said is his own imagination, but after Lancelot's last question, Norman directly skipped subconsciously and can refuse to admit it into the rhythm of Lancelot.

"I'm afraid you think I'm a softie..."

Norman's voice was very small, but it was enough for everyone in the studio to hear it.

This is what he feels disgraceful and doesn't want to talk about.

He has already started to know shame from a medieval peasant who was shameless and only asked for food and clothing. He knows that eating soft rice is a disgraceful thing.Moreover, he also used the method taught to him by the mages when he left Franklin's house, and he was completely involved in the drama, so that he almost believed it himself, but in the end he was seen through.

It's too shameful, too embarrassing, these mages who call him Lord Norman all day probably look down on him very much at this moment, right?
"..."

Lancelot couldn't laugh or cry, he never expected that the only link he couldn't figure out was because of this reason, so he had nothing to say.

A well-behaved western medieval farmer was forcibly turned into a traditional Chinese man by Gao Wen, and he even knew "eating soft food".

But it is true, after all, Gao Wen is a Chinese himself, obviously it is impossible to expect him to teach Norman to be an orthodox medieval nobleman, and it is more likely to teach him to be a half-Chinese, half-foreign existence.

Just like the current Norman.

"There's nothing wrong with eating soft rice, it's a skill to be able to eat soft rice..."

Lancelot really didn't expect this to be the reason, which made him, who has been unrestrained and unrestrained since he appeared until now, a little speechless, and said casually: "Eating soft rice actually shows respect for women..."

The other mages in Norman's mind were more straightforward.

"Eat soft rice? 666666666"

"The anchor can be a Chinese son-in-law, and he knows how to eat soft food."

"This... I really don't know how to say it, Ruanfan... the world is hard... Sigh..."

"Damn, Bai was touched yesterday, and he turned out to be a Ruanfan anchor!"

"Moved? The ones who were moved in front were the elementary school students, right? Go to sleep now."

……

Sure enough, he was despised.

Norman listened with pain on his face.

It's over, it's over, my Lord Norman's glorious image!

(End of this chapter)