If he had not experienced it himself, even with Gawain Cecil's memories, Gawain would not have been able to understand why the world was stuck in the quagmire of civilization retrogression and why, after so many years, not only did the civilization not recover at all, it even showed signs of stagnation and regression.
A research manuscript, the accumulation, research, and conclusions of four different owners over several decades, which was enough to shake the world, but it was almost destroyed in the hands of this era's experts. Jenny and her predecessors might be rare talents, but their encounters were not uncommon in this world.
There was a typical example: In the land of a noble, a serf suddenly thought of a good way to manage the land, or found a problem with the tax collector. He decided to tell his lord about his discovery. What would the result be?
Many people would think that the serf would be punished for encroaching on the lord's property, or for slandering the tax collector. But in fact, this was not the case. Because the serf could not even stand in front of the lord to speak his mind.
The punishment they faced was usually something else. How dare you step on a noble's courtyard with your bare feet that had stepped on horse dung!
What if he was wearing shoes?
Then they would also be dragged away by the guards. You have shoes?! Where did you steal them?!
Obviously, from the beginning to the end, no one cared about what the serf had discovered, and no one knew what he really wanted to say. As a serf, he was not punished for his words, but for his breathing.
Serfs were not qualified to be punished for their words.
This was a social ecology that was difficult for people from modern civilization to understand. It was absurd, stupid, strange, and sad. But it was true.
Did Jenny and Ravenketh's research produce results? Of course, although the crude and primitive theories had not been sorted out, there were still situations that could not be explained in reality, and there were even major practical errors. But at least most of the time, those formulas were effective. Otherwise, Jenny would not have become a Level Four Runemaster. As a Runemaster who only had the ability to cast spells at the apprentice level, she could only rely on the formulas and logic summed up by three generations of her predecessors.
Was Jenny's mentor really stupid? Of course not. At least in terms of intelligence, it was impossible for a great mage to be stupid. Stupid people couldn't grasp complicated spell models and rune calculations, so the great mage had to be someone with high intelligence.
What led to the final tragedy was neither that there was a problem with the notebook, nor that Jenny's "tutor" was so stupid that he couldn't see the value of the notebook. It was because the tutor didn't pay attention to the notebook at all. He didn't even pay attention to Jenny. He only paid attention to his slave's improper behavior, just like the noble in the story who whipped the serf for stepping into the courtyard barefoot.
Gwen kept thinking as he walked. He found that the situation was as he had expected: the world had reached the time for change. There had been a lot of technological and ideological breakthroughs, and in a small number of lower-class groups, such changes were happening, and had even happened before. They started quietly and ended quietly. The powerlessness of the change group prevented the things that should have been epoch-making from spreading upward, and the so-called epoch-making could not be talked about. And that was the crux of the problem in the world.
But the situation was as he had expected, but it did not make him happy.
God knew how many more geniuses like Jenny were being buried in the muddy swamp, buried, wasted, and sacrificed, just like Ravenketh!
And before his plan came to fruition and completely changed the current situation, how many people would not be able to wait until the day they saw the light of dawn?
He returned to his tent with a slightly heavy heart. As soon as he entered, he saw the little maid, Betty, squatting next to his desk. The little girl must have just finished cleaning here. Her clothes were dusty, but she didn't notice it. She just squatted on the ground quietly and practiced writing on the ground with the twig.
Betty only woke up when Gwen came closer. She looked up and hurriedly got up. "Master!"
Looking at the innocent little girl, Gwen inexplicably felt his somewhat depressed mood slowly eased. He gently patted Betty's head. "Didn't I give you a set of stationery? Why are you still writing here with a twig? "
Betty blinked and seemed a little shy. "I … I can't write well. I always write wrong. I'm worried that I'll waste the ink and paper. I want to practice on the ground first. When I can write the letters correctly, I'll use the ink and paper … "
Gwen opened his mouth, a little surprised. He wanted to tell her that although the territory could not produce paper and ink, in fact, they were not short of money at all. After the Whitewater River's dock was built, it was much more convenient to buy things from Tanzania Town. But after thinking about it, he just smiled and shook his head. He also found a small wooden stick and squatted next to Betty.
"The way you hold the pen is wrong. Although writing on the ground with a stick is different from writing on paper with a pen, if you want to write well, you still have to practice holding the pen first."
As he said, he held Betty's hand and guided the little girl to hold the 'pen' in the right way and write letters on the ground.
"Don't use too much strength. Writing is not the same as working. You can't write well with strength. If you use too much strength, you'll tremble."
"It doesn't matter if you write slowly. You've just learned. Take your time."
Betty was so engrossed in learning that her eyes were shining brightly. This little maid, who had always been known as a clumsy and reckless person, seemed to be a completely different person at this moment. She was so engrossed in learning that she didn't even bother to wipe the tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.
Gwen let go of his hand and watched the little girl slowly complete the spelling of the letters. She wrote a few slightly crooked words on the ground. "Betty … likes … here."
Finally writing a complete sentence, the little girl was very happy. She raised her head and looked at Gwen with shining eyes. "I'm done."
Gwen looked at the little girl's shining eyes. "Do you like it here?"
"Yes." Betty nodded vigorously. Then she thought for a moment and nodded vigorously. "I like it."
"Why?"
"Because everyone is a good person. Miss Rebecca is a good person, Madam Heti is a good person, and you, Master, and Miss Amber, Knight Philip, Byron, Knight, and everyone working outside, Gordon, Hamel, Norris …" Betty counted with her fingers as she spoke, as if she wanted to say the names of everyone she could remember. In the end, she could not count anymore and stopped. "Everyone is very good, and everyone likes this place very much."
"Everyone likes it too?"
"Yes! When everyone finished their work and chatted, they all said that Master is a … how do I put it? A powerful and upright aristocrat. As long as he makes a promise, he will definitely keep it. He will also go to the battlefield to protect everyone, and most importantly, he will feed everyone. "
Gwen did not continue.
The territory's food was not self-sufficient. Now, whether it was food, meat, or other non-staple foods, they were all purchased from Tanzania Town. They spent the money from the mountain's treasury. But for the civilians who only hoped to be able to eat their fill, they did not feel that there was any difference.
According to Norris, as long as they waited until the frost moon, the first batch of fast-growing crops would be quickly harvested under Druil's magic. At that time, food in the territory would not be a problem.
Feeding everyone was enough to gain loyalty in this era.
Betty did not hear Gwen's reply, but she did not care because she had already lowered her head and started to practice writing. Looking at the little girl's face, Gwen suddenly asked very seriously, "Betty, do you want to go to school?"
The little maid did not respond immediately. "Go to school? Learn what? "
"Reading and writing, calculation, history, and maybe even … runes and magic," Gwen said slowly. "Even ordinary people can learn runes and magic. Believe me, there will be."
Betty thought carefully and lowered her head. "I can't learn it. They say I'm stupid."
"Then do you want to learn?"
"… … Yes, but who will cook?"
"You can learn when you have free time. For example, two hours before going to bed at night," Gwen laughed. "As long as you want to learn, there will always be time."
This time, Betty could only nod.
But the two did not continue on this topic because it was soon time to prepare dinner. As the cook, Betty heard the sound of the bell outside, she quickly got up and put away her small branch. She bowed to Gwen and quickly ran out.
When Betty's figure disappeared outside the tent curtain, Gwen turned his head slightly and said to the seemingly empty tent pillar. "Come out. How long do you plan to stay there?"
The air twisted slightly, and Amber's figure appeared out of thin air. She leaned on the pillar of the tent, her face full of surprise. "How did you find me? How long have you found me? "
"I saw you when you were leaning on the pillar and secretly making faces at me." Gwen rolled his eyes at the half-elf. "I know you're very confident in your stealth skills, but standing less than three meters away from me in broad daylight without using Shadow Concealment is a bit insulting to my intelligence. Do you think Knight's perception is bad? "
"Tsk, I thought you were completely focused on teaching the little girl how to write. You didn't notice me at all." Hu Po pursed his lips and muttered. Then, he flashed and sat on the desk next to Gawain. He sat there without saying a word, but his eyes were fixed on Gawain. It didn't take long for the latter to feel goosebumps all over his body.
"What are you looking at?" Gwen could not help but ask. "Is there something on my face?"
"You're really a strange … noble," Amber suddenly said without rhyme or reason.
"Ah?"
"Nothing." The half-elf waved her hand. "I'm just curious. You said before that you wanted everyone to learn how to read and count … So it wasn't a joke?"
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