Godwin Orlando walked on the street on the east side of the Master's District, and pedestrians came and went by him.

The old scholar from Wangdu stopped and looked around the land that was still quite strange to him, and the people who lived and lived on this land.

He sighed softly.

This is an incredible land. He never doubted that. As early as the kingdom, he frequently heard the news from the south. The legendary Duke led eight hundred people to stand in the dark mountains. The heel, the fact itself can be described as "indiscreet", so from then on he knew that as long as the land can exist for one day, it must be incredible.

So since then, he has always thought about coming here to see if this piece of pioneering collar has rooted in the dark mountains. This is his instinct as a scholar, not only because he is passionate about Studying Gao Wen? Cecil's epic tale, but also because he is curious about the unknown world.

It is often said that history is a study of "known", but Godwin never thought so. He used to discover the unknown from history and found things that had never been discovered before. He believed that only It is a true scholar to turn an unknown into a known person.

So now he has arrived here and personally set foot on this land, and he also found it as he wished - this land is really unbelievable.

The prosperity here is not like a pioneering collar that has just been established for a year. The "machine" here roars all night, the buildings here are tall and neat, the streets are neat and orderly, and it is forbidden to use it to encourage the use of labor to create wealth. The people here - The proud and decent Cecils are even more energetic and industrious than many of the citizens he saw in the wealthy area of ​​Wangdu.

He could hardly believe that these people were still a group of refugees last year.

But this is incredible, so that this scholar who likes to explore the unknown has a feeling of being discouraged.

He didn't know how the land developed to this day, but he knew that there was a set of "rules" that were completely different from the social order he knew. The boundaries between civilians and nobles became blurred here, ordinary people. The boundaries between the supernatural and the extraordinary are no longer so clear. The mud legs here can go to school to read and literate. The craftsmen without magical talents are also using magic to complete the work. The Cecil collar is so prosperous, but occasionally Godwin feels like it is an incomprehensible dream – this feeling is especially evident at this moment.

He sighed and continued to move and walked towards the apartment building assigned to him.

He knew that he had not been able to complete the lord's task, and he knew that it was his own problem. He did not understand the common sense of farming and crafts, but writing things like market price changes and news inside and outside the territory was still for him. No problem, the only thing he needs to do is to learn to describe those things in the vulgar language of the common people, and even to learn to think like them, but this is a good self-cultivation and inheritance from a king. Even scholars who have a part of the blood of the aristocrats are not so easy to do.

"Mr. Orlando, Mr. Orlando, please stop."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Godwin Orlando finally noticed and stopped. He looked back and saw a young man with messy hair, thin and tall, dressed in old magic robe. People are coming towards themselves.

He groaned, reorganized his expression, and renewed his spirits - as a person with a surname, he must maintain his image in front of someone who also has a surname: "Mr. Santisi? , Good afternoon."

He is very polite, although Santis is a complete civilian, and he has a little noble blood, but Santis has the identity of a second-class arcian, the super-class and aristocratic identity is equivalent in many cases, So even if Santis is much younger than him, he has to be polite.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Orlando," Santis nodded to the old man and then curiously asked, "Are you just coming back from the lord? I heard that the lord ordered you to write a new reading, the situation. How's it going?"

Godwin sighed in frustration: "Oh, don't hesitate to say, I let the lord down."

“How come?” Santis was shocked. “You are a famous grammar expert! Is it too difficult for the lord to hand over to you?”

"On the contrary..." Godwin sighed and said everything he had experienced today in a single breath - he really needed to confide these things to someone, and his personality was mild and there was nothing extraordinary. The Santis of the civilians is obviously a suitable object to talk to.

After listening to Godwin's words, Santis was silent for a moment. He had already figured it out. After a brief thought, he made an invitation to Godwin: "Mr. Orlando, if you have time, do you want it? Come to my class and listen to a class?"

"Listen?" Godwin snorted. He knew what Santis was doing here. The second-level arcian did not follow the Rebecca prince as other extraordinary people, becoming a magical technology. A researcher in the subordinates, instead, served as a teacher in the general college to teach a group of civilian children a rune. He also knew that several younger bachelors also went to the school to give other civilians. lecture.

In all fairness, Godwin was somewhat disdainful, but the young bachelors seemed to be friends of Santis, so he also expressed understanding, but he did not expect that Santis would even invite himself to attend classes.

“It’s just a mood to change,” Santis said softly. “The children are very friendly.”

Godwin was in a mess, and he agreed to it. When he realized it, he had walked into the General College and walked into the classroom.

He was taken by Santis, and he found a chair sitting behind the classroom, and many children, big and small, were running around in the classroom, playing hide and seek between the tables and chairs, yelling on the window sill— - These children are dressed in neat and clean new clothes, but Godwin knows that they are all civilian children.

They are really lacking in education.

The children finally noticed the strangers in the classroom, so a pair of curious sights came over. Godwin felt awkward in these sights. He felt that these civilian children might have to rush to lick his beard or pull in the next second. His clothes - but in fact nothing happened, these children just looked at themselves with some curiosity and caution, even if there are a few close, they just stand by honestly.

Godwin turned his neck and wanted to say hello to the children, but he first saw something on the wall behind the classroom—just behind him, it was a flat “cement” wall. The entire wall is covered with patterns.

It was smeared with some kind of colored "pigment", but it was definitely not the expensive pigment used to paint the icon in the church. Its color is not very positive, it reveals the cheap taste, but the picture painted by these pigments But Godwin couldn't help but open his eyes.

It is a bumpy wheat field with tall towers and magnificent walls surrounding the wheat fields. In the background of the corner of the picture, you can also see the silhouette of the dark mountains.

That is the scenery somewhere outside the territory.

Godwin had never seen this painting, but the fineness of the painting still surprised him. He whispered to himself: "It is incredible..."

Then a boy next to him suddenly picked it up: "This is what I painted!"

Godwin looked at him in surprise, and he saw a dirty child on his face looking proudly at himself, and then the child pointed to the girl who looked quite quiet next to him: "There are Pea sister, we both painted together!"

The quiet girl smiled shallowly and didn't speak. Instead, there were other children picking up: "They are the values ​​of this week!"

"Value is born"? What do you mean?

Godwin was full of question marks, but before he asked, a ring of bells suddenly came in from outside the classroom.

As if magic was applied, as the bell rang, the children who had been messed up in the classroom for the first second immediately ran to their seats. After just a few seconds, everyone went to their place, the classroom. It also quieted down.

Godwin looked at the scene with amazement, and the change quickly made him not respond, then he saw Santis stepping onto the stage.

The second-level Arcanist put the teaching tools in his hand on the big table on the podium and looked around the classroom. Then he said, "Now start to name. Click on the name to call 'to', or raise your hand."

When it comes to the word "hands raised", several children's eyes fell on the very quiet girl.

Santis began to name it.

The names of the children are ordered, and the children responded. There is almost no other voice in the classroom except for the reputation and the answer.

Godwin looked at it with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, he knew what he was astonished.

order.

An indescribable order is in these classrooms for children born out of civilians, lacking in education, and ignorant.

This order, he has never seen it before in the king.

This order is completely different from the social rules determined by the so-called "class division" and "level". This is a more pure and absolute order.

It is like a steel with teeth.

Santiz was finished, the children were all here except for one sick leave. The second-level arcane nodded and then opened the textbook in his hand.

"Then we start today's lesson. After taking the lesson, let's learn how the spell model is transformed into a magical array, and the formation of a rune knot in this transformation.

“First, we need a rough understanding of the history of magical magic...”

There was a sound of a chair swaying behind the classroom.

Godwin Orlando almost slipped to the ground after learning about the courses that these civilians had contacted.