Chapter 363 What I Saw in Cecil Land

Godwin Orlando was walking down the street on the east side of the Mage Quarter, and pedestrians passed by him.

The old scholar from the capital stopped and looked around at this land that was still quite unfamiliar to him, as well as the vibrant and vibrant people living in this land.

He sighed softly.

This is an incredible land, which he has never doubted—as early as in the capital, he frequently heard news from the south that the legendary pioneering duke led 800 people to stand firm in the Dark Mountains When he got his heels, the matter itself could already be described as "incredible", so he knew from that time that as long as this land could exist safely for one day, it must be incredible here.

So since then, he has often thought about coming here to see and witness how this pioneering frontier took root in the Dark Mountains. This is his instinct as a scholar, not only because he is keen on Study Gawain Cecil's epic legend, but also because he is curious about the unknown world.

It is often said that history is a study of the "known", but Godwin never thinks so. He is used to discovering the unknown from history, discovering things that have never been discovered. He believes that only those who can Only those who turn the unknown into the known are truly scholars.

So now he's here, and he's set foot on this land himself, and he's found it out -- it's really incredible.

The prosperity here is not like a pioneering field that has just been established for a year. The "machines" here are roaring all night, the buildings here are tall and tidy, the streets are neat and orderly, it is forbidden to defecate anywhere, and it is encouraged to create wealth through labor. The people here— A proud and decent Cecil, even more energetic than many citizens he met in the wealthy district of the capital, and incredibly hardworking.

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

But it was this inconceivable that made this scholar of the Royal Capital, who likes to explore the unknown, feel discouraged.

He didn't know how this land developed to what it is today,

But he knows that there is a set of "rules" that are completely different from the social order he knows. The boundaries between commoners and nobles are blurred here, and the boundaries between ordinary people and extraordinary people are no longer so clear. The mud legs here Children can go to school to read and read, and craftsmen who have no talent for magic are also using magic to complete their work. Cecil Land is so prosperous and prosperous, but occasionally, Godwin feels as if it is an incomprehensible game. Deranged dreams - this feeling is especially evident at this moment.

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

He knew he had failed the lord's task, and he knew it was entirely his own problem, he really didn't know the common sense of farming and craftsmanship, but writing things like market price changes, news from inside and outside the territory was nothing to him. No problem, the only thing he needs to do is to learn to use the vulgar language of commoners to describe those things, and even learn to think like them. , even for scholars who have some collateral noble blood, it is not so easy to do.

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

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind. Godwin Orlando finally noticed and stopped. He looked back and saw a tall and thin young man with messy curly hair and wearing an old magic robe. People come towards themselves.

He was stunned, adjusted his expression, and regained his energy-as a person with a surname, he must maintain his image in front of people who also have a surname: "Mr. Santis Seid ,good afternoon."

He is very polite. Although Santis is a civilian through and through, and he himself has a little noble blood, Santis also has the identity of a second-level arcanist, and the level of superhuman and noble status are equivalent in many cases. So even though Santis is much younger than him, he has to be polite enough.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Orlando," Santis nodded to the old gentleman, then asked curiously, "Did you just come 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. "Well, to tell you the truth, I let the lord down."

"How?" Santis was taken aback. "You're a famous grammarian! Is what the lord handed you too difficult?"

"On the contrary..." Godwin sighed, and then said everything he had experienced today in one breath-he really needed to tell someone about these things, and he was mild-mannered and didn't have the pretence of being an extraordinary person. The civilian Santis is clearly a suitable confidant.

After listening to Godwin's words, Santis was silent for a moment, he had already figured out everything, and after a short thought, he made an invitation to Godwin: "Mr. Orlando, if you have free time, do you want to Come to my class to sit in on a class?"

"Audit?" Godwin was stunned for a moment, he knew what Santis was doing here - this second-level arcanist did not follow Lady Rebecca and become a magic technology like other transcendents A researcher under the subordinate, instead, was a teacher in the general college, and went to teach rune lessons to a group of civilian children. He also knew that several younger bachelors also went to the school to teach other civilians. lecture.

In all fairness, Godwin was a little disdainful of this, 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 him to attend the class.

"It's just a change of heart," Santis smiled softly. "The kids are very friendly."

Godwin was very confused, and he agreed in a confused way. By the time he realized it, he had walked into the General Academy and into the classroom.

He was taken by Santis and found a chair at the back of the classroom to sit down, while a lot of kids big and small were running around the classroom, playing hide-and-seek between the desks and chairs, yelling on the windowsill— —These children were all dressed in neat new clothes, but Godwin knew that they were all commoners.

They are really uneducated.

These children finally noticed the strangers in the classroom, so they cast a pair of curious eyes, Godwin felt awkward in these eyes, and he felt that these ordinary children might jump over to grab his beard or pull him in the next second. His clothes were gone - but in fact nothing happened, these children just looked at themselves from a distance with some curiosity and caution, and even if there were a few close, they just stood there honestly.

Godwin turned his neck to say hello to the children, but first he saw something on the wall at the back of the classroom - just behind him, a flat "cement" wall, The entire wall was painted with patterns.

It was painted with some kind of colored "pigment", but it was definitely not the kind of expensive paint used to paint icons in churches. But Godwin couldn't help but open his eyes.

It was a harvested wheat field surrounded by tall towers and magnificent city walls, and in the background in the corner of the picture, a silhouette of a dark mountain range could be seen.

It was a view from somewhere outside the territory.

Godwin had never seen such a painting, but he was amazed at the detail of the painting, and he whispered to himself, "It's incredible..."

Then a boy next to him suddenly shouted, "I drew this!"

Godwin followed the sound in surprise, and saw a child with a dirty face pointing at him proudly, and then the child pointed at the quiet-looking girl next to him: "And Sister Pea, the two of us drew together!"

The quiet girl smiled lightly and didn't speak, but other children shouted: "The two of them are on duty this week!"

"Birthday"? What's the meaning?

Godwin was full of question marks, but before he could ask, a bell rang suddenly from outside the classroom.

As if by magic, as the bell rang, the children who had been messing around in the classroom a second ago immediately ran to their seats. After just a few seconds, everyone went to their seats, the classroom. It also became quiet.

Godwin watched this scene in astonishment, the changes were so fast that he couldn't react, and then he saw Santis walking onto the podium.

The second-level arcanist put the teaching aids in his hands on the large table on the podium, looked around the classroom, and then said, "Now start the roll call. When the name is called, say 'to', or raise your hand."

When the word "raise your hand" was mentioned, several children's eyes fell on the very quiet girl.

Santis started taking the roll call.

The names of the children were called out, and the children responded, and there was hardly any other sound in the classroom except for the name-calling and the answering.

Godwin watched all this with wide eyes, and suddenly he knew what he was surprised at.

order.

An indescribable order is in this classroom for these uneducated, ignorant children of common origin.

He had never seen such an order even in the capital.

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

It's like a toothed steel.

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

"Then let's start today's class. Continue the class. In this class, we will learn how the spell model is transformed into a magic circle, and in this transformation process, the formation of the rune knot.

"First of all, we need to have a rough understanding of the history of the magic circle..."

There was a sound of chairs shaking from the back of the classroom.

Godwin Orlando nearly slid to the ground after figuring out the lessons these commoner kids were exposed to.

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