The sailboat from Longsong Stronghold slowly docked at the pier of Border Town.
After the gangplank was lowered, the people on the boat, carrying all kinds of luggage, walked down the pier. Most of them set foot on this strange land for the first time, so they looked a little confused, and the urging of the sailors behind them intensified their sense of uneasiness.
Under the pushing and shoving of the crowd, a middle-aged woman accidentally slipped, lost her balance, and was about to fall off the pier. Another woman was one step ahead, grabbed the woman's wrist, and helped her stabilize her body.
"Thank... thank you," the rescued woman covered her chest with a lingering fear and repeatedly thanked her.
The woman just smiled and waved her hand, indicating that it was a small matter.
Filin Schilt, who was waiting at the pier, recognized the vigorous young woman in the crowd at a glance – the future flower of the Longsong Stronghold Theater, Irene, his beloved wife. She was wearing a white dress, and her long hair was coiled on top of her head, looking so beautiful and refined.
The First Knight suppressed his excitement, and when she safely stepped on land from the pier, he quickly stepped forward and hugged her from the side, completely ignoring the surrounding people's eyes and comments. She was shocked, but after recognizing that it was Filin, she also gently responded to his hug.
"I was really scared when I heard the news of the defeat of the Duke's army. When I was in Longsong Stronghold, I wanted to see you, but I didn't have the opportunity. "She whispered in the Knight's ear," Fortunately, you are safe. "
"I was locked in the dungeon of the Lord's castle, and the guards couldn't let you in," Filin released his wife, "How have you been for more than half a month?"
"..." She was silent for a moment, "I left the theater."
Filin immediately understood the meaning of his wife's words. When he was still the First Knight of the Western Region, only the Duke dared to touch her, but now he was a prisoner of His Royal Highness, the group of guys who coveted Irene no longer needed to hide their malice, and were ready to take action one by one. At this time, going to the theater to work was undoubtedly sending a sheep to the tiger's mouth.
"It's okay. I have a job here, and the pay isn't low." He comforted her. "Let's go home and talk."
"Home?" Irene looked a little surprised. "Don't we have to live separately?"
Generally speaking, captives who were not executed and were not ransomed were mostly used as coolies. Their living quarters were basically tents and barracks. Many of them were huddled together, lying on the ground covered with wheat stalks as beds. The treatment of the captives' families was also not much better. The women had their own special camp and also had to sleep on the ground. When the men were working, they had to clean up the men's residence, boil water, cook, and wash clothes.
Thinking of this, Filin felt a little touched. At the stronghold farm, she at least had a spacious room with a comfortable bed and a soft blanket. But for herself, she still chose to come to Border Town alone. Even if she had to squeeze into a small house or tent with other women, and accept forced labor every day, she still didn't flinch.
"I'm now a teacher." He took Irene's luggage, took her hand, and walked towards the New Civilization District. "And teachers can get a free house."
To tell the truth, when he first heard His Highness announce the treatment of teachers, he didn't expect too much – as a captive, having a house was already good enough. Even if it was a leaky wooden house, he should be able to live in it after repairing it himself. But to his surprise, the housing assigned to the teachers turned out to be so … formal.
Walking into the community, the street suddenly became spacious. The ground was covered with gray gravel, which was pressed flat by the rolling stones. Walking on it didn't feel uncomfortable at all. At first, Filin didn't understand this practice. He thought that the stonemasons were wasting manpower and time. It wasn't until after a heavy rain, when the rainwater flowed into the ground through the cracks in the stones, and then into the deep drainage ditches on both sides, that he understood the reason. Compared to the muddy alleys of Longsong Stronghold when it rained, this street was obviously much better.
Irene looked around, and asked with some doubt: "The houses here seem to be newly built, did you go the wrong way?"
"No, dear, we're almost there."
After turning two corners along the street, Filin Schilt and Irene stopped in front of a two-story brick house. "It's here."
"Where?" She looked left and right, and then her eyes fell on the new building in front of the Knight. She covered her mouth in disbelief, "Is … this whole house our home?"
"Of course not," he laughed. "This is the teacher's building. Our home is in the middle of the second floor. Come, let's go up."
Taking out the key to open the door, Filin took his wife's hand and walked into the new house – this house consisted of a main hall, two bedrooms, and two auxiliary rooms, which were fully furnished. Although it wasn't big, it unexpectedly made people feel comfortable. Whether it was the decoration of the main hall or the layout of the bedrooms, it was refreshing. Now with Irene, this home was even more perfect.
"Oh my God, were you really captured as a prisoner?" Irene couldn't wait to run into each room to check carefully, she was as excited as a child, "Are we going to live here from now on?"
"Yes, of course." Filin smiled and took out bread and cheese from the cupboard, placing them on the table, "You haven't eaten on the ship, have you? Fill your stomach first, I have to go out to work later. "
"By the way, you're a teacher now," Irene ran back to her husband's side, "Which noble child are you going to teach?"
"Not the nobles, but the subjects of His Royal Highness."
"Subjects?" She was startled, "Teach what?"
Filin picked up a book on the table and handed it to his wife, "Teach them to read and write, this is the … 'teaching material' that His Royal Highness gave me."
When he chose to become a teacher, he was worried that he wouldn't be qualified – after all, this position was generally held by a knowledgeable white-haired old man. But His Royal Highness didn't care and said that he could teach according to the teaching material. When he saw this so-called teaching material, he realized that teaching people to read and write could also be detailed to such a degree.
From the teaching method to the course content, everything was written on it. The first page also listed more than ten common questions and answers for novice teachers, such as how to become an excellent teacher? How to attract students' interest in learning? How to test the teaching effect? The answers were simple and easy to understand, giving people a feeling of sudden enlightenment. Before the class had even started, he was already deeply attracted by this book.
Irene was obviously the same, growing up in the theater, she had read more books and plays than Filin. The Knight once sighed, with his wife's appearance and intelligence, if she was born into a noble family, she would definitely become an outstanding woman known throughout the Western Territory.
After turning a few pages, Irene suddenly looked up and asked, "You said before … the teacher's salary is not bad?"
"20 silver royals a month, and every year it will increase by 5."
"There is no theater here, right?"
"No … there is," Filin hesitated, he had already guessed his wife's thoughts.
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