Santis Said stood nervously in front of the gate of the lord's manor, checking every button and crease on his clothes again and again. His messy hair and slightly bloodshot eyes indicated that he did not sleep well last night, which was the result of extreme nervousness.
"Show confidence, show that you are knowledgeable in magic theory, and answer every question of the lord in a timely manner. Do not cough loudly or speak ambiguously, and do not speak casually in front of the lord …"
The level-two sorcerer murmured in a low voice, repeating the key points as if he were memorizing the exercises before an exam. At this moment, the gate of the lord's manor suddenly opened, and a girl in a maid's dress who seemed to be underage ran out quickly. She ran out of the gate, ran across the small front yard, and stopped in front of Santis Said in a thrilling posture as if she was about to fall. The latter was startled.
The little maid Betty looked around and then stared into Santis' eyes. She said crisply, "Did you see a suspicious person walking around stealthily?"
Santis had just woken up from his own murmuring and did not react for a moment. "Huh? Suspicious person? I didn't see … "
"Okay, thank you!" Betty bowed exaggeratedly and ran back as quickly as she ran out, leaving the arcanist behind, who did not know what was going on.
It wasn't until two seconds later that Santis realized that the person the maid was looking for was probably him.
Speaking of which, how could there be such a reckless maid in the world?
Just as he was dumbfounded, the door of the Liege's Residence was pushed open again, and the energetic little maid ran out again. She ran up to Santis, and asked, "Are you that suspicious figure who's been sneaking around nearby?"
"Erm … I was just walking around, but I'm not sneaky or suspicious," Santis explained helplessly. He always felt that the little maid in front of him was not very smart, and he was afraid that if he said one wrong word, she would misunderstand him. The maid was not a person of high status, but if she could come and deliver a message, it meant that she could speak directly to the lord. He had to be careful with his words. "I have something to ask the lord for. It's …"
Before he finished, Betty said loudly with a happy face, "Oh, then come in. The lord is looking for you!"
A moment later, Gwen met the level-two arcanist from the Captical, Santis Said, in the study.
He remembered that he had seen this man's name before. In the hundred-man reinforcement team from the Captical, a level-two arcanist was one of the few "upper-class talents" in the team. According to the hierarchy in this era, professionals were destined to be nobler than ordinary craftsmen, and spellcasters were nobles among professionals. Although a level-two arcanist was only a low-level professional, due to the convenience of magic and the extensive knowledge of sorcerers, this arcanist could be said to be the backbone of the team. Therefore, Gwen had arranged for him to work in the Arcane Crystal Smelting Factory, where he was responsible for testing all kinds of crystal products.
But after that, Lucien had completely forgotten about this arcanist.
On one hand, Gawain was indeed very busy. He was restless because of the troubles in his fief and the cultists outside. On the other hand, Mr. Santis did not have much of a presence. He did not strive for a higher position, nor did he make any outstanding contributions. After he was assigned to the smelting plant, he had been working there as a kiln worker. According to Heidi, the arcanist from the capital spent every day "mingling with the kiln workers, and you couldn't tell the difference between him and the kiln workers". If Santis had not taken the initiative to come here, Gawain would have completely forgotten that there was such a spellcaster in his fief.
Now that he remembered, he looked at the Captical arcanist in front of him with great curiosity. The arcanist had messy hair, red and sunken eyes, tall and thin, and was wearing an old robe that had been washed so many times that it was a little bleached. He stood in the middle of the room cautiously and nervously, his hands subconsciously fiddling with the buttons on his robe. The buttons were about to be pulled off by him.
"Santis Said, level-two arcanist, from the Royal Association of Mages, right?" Gwen looked at the nervous young arcanist for a while and suddenly asked, "Why are you here?"
"Ah, I … I'm here …" Santis immediately forgot all the words he had prepared in his mind. After a long time, he finally told Lucien what he was here for. "I heard from Miss Jenny that the lord is recruiting teachers …"
Gawain was stunned for a moment. It had been more than a month since the notice of teacher recruitment had been released. It had also reached the hundred-people relief team. Several literate craftsmen had applied to be temporary teachers in the night school, but he did not expect that a level-two arcanist would be attracted by the news too. "Indeed, I'm recruiting teachers. Are you interested?"
"Yes … Yes." Santis Said finally tore off the buttons on his clothes. "I … I can … I hope that I can be your tutor. I'm good at arcana and basic magic theories, and I know a thing or two about heraldry, the history of Ansu, and the etiquette of nobles. Although my level is not high, I'm good at teaching other people. You can leave your children to me …"
"Stop, stop, stop." Gwen knew that this arcanist had completely misunderstood him, so he had to interrupt him. "I think you've misunderstood the purpose of this recruitment notice. I'm not looking for a noble tutor for my children."
Santis was confused. He nervously rubbed the buttons in his hands, "Huh? You're not? "
"Don't you know? Now I only have two children. One is Heti, and the other is Rebecca. The former has finished her apprenticeship many years ago, and the latter is good at both writing and fighting. Both of them have a higher level of spellcasting than you. Rebecca may need some etiquette lessons, but you obviously can't beat her, unless you're good at two-handed weapons, running, and charging. "Gwen opened his hands." I'm not looking for tutors for my two granddaughters, but teachers for the night school. "
"Night school?" Santis was still confused. He did not seem to know anything about it.
"You've never heard of it?" Gwen immediately became curious about this strange arcanist. "Even the most common civilians and serfs in the territory know about the night school. How come you don't know about it?"
"I … I've been in the crystal smelting factory since I received the appointment." Santis looked ashamed. "Other than that, I've been reading books in my room. I don't pay much attention to anything else. If it weren't for Miss Jenny, I wouldn't even know that you're recruiting teachers. "
Gwen looked at this reserved, nervous, and somewhat slow arcanist, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself that this arcanist was indeed a talent carefully selected by the Captical nobles. It would be difficult to put him into the team of a hundred people without any personality flaws. "The night school is for the civilians, including the serfs and slave workers in the territory. Do you understand? I'm not looking for a senior teacher to teach the noble children etiquette and heraldry, but someone who can teach the civilians how to read and write. "
Santis was at a loss for a moment. It seemed that this was the first time that he had learned that Gawain was purging the civilians, and he was obviously very confused about it. However, when Gawain thought that the arcanist, who had finally woken up, was going to leave politely, the latter suddenly nodded and asked, "Then, will you also pay me extra as stated in the recruitment order when I work as a teacher in the night school?"
"You're willing?" Gwen was surprised. "Do you know that you're going to teach a bunch of civilians who have just learned a few words and can only count to a hundred?"
Santis smiled cautiously. "I've taught magic theories to the ignorant merchant children in the Captical. I don't think it'll be too difficult … probably."
After confirming that this arcanist was really going to accept the job, Gwen couldn't help but laugh.
Finally, an official spellcaster was willing to teach at the night school. He had tried many times to recruit sorcerers from Tanzania Town or Kant, and he even recruited apprentices to be night school teachers in his territory. However, when they knew that they were going to face a bunch of 'pariahs', all of them refused without exception. It seemed that in their minds, the civilians and serfs were born with mental defects and belonged to a different species from the sorcerers and nobles. Therefore, they did not believe that they could teach the civilians profound knowledge at all, and they were not willing to accept the challenge at all.
Not only did they refuse because of their arrogance, but they also believed that they could not teach those 'pariahs', so they refused early and failed.
However, now, a level-two arcanist had volunteered to 'apply'. Although the process was a bit different from what Lucien had expected, this Mr. Santis Said seemed to be really willing to take the job.
"Are you short of money?" Although Gwen was happy, he still could not help but ask, because he could tell that the arcanist was tempted by the monthly bonus. "Sorcerers shouldn't be short of money, right?"
"In fact, sorcerers are short of money, especially those who were born as civilians," said Santis Said embarrassedly. "I need to send money to my family. My family is all in the Captical …"
Gwen raised his eyebrow. "You were born as a civilian?"
"Yes … My father is a chef in a noble family in the Captical, and my mother is a herbalist."
Santis was indeed a civilian, but he belonged to the wealthy class among the civilians, and he had quite a high social status. It was indeed possible for such a family to send their children to learn magic, hoping that they could join the upper class. As for Santis, who had become a level-two arcanist, he had already gotten rid of his civilian background and was qualified to join the upper class. However, judging from his appearance … it was not obvious at all.
Gwen asked his question. Santis looked even more embarrassed, and there was even a hint of shame. "I have indeed become a level-two arcanist, but I have a congenital defect in my magic power storage. I can only … release three to five spells a day."
Gwen was enlightened. He had indeed been reduced to such a state because of his defect.
Santis' spell defect was similar to Rebecca's, but they were at two extremes. Rebecca had a strong reserve of spiritual power and magic power. She could throw out hundreds of fireballs a day without feeling tired, but she could only construct one spell model. Santis, on the other hand, could construct multiple spell models and learn the most complicated arcana spells, but he had very little spiritual power and magic power …
Although Rebecca had her defect, she was still a noble, even though her family had declined. Therefore, she could still live in the castle and live a better life than any civilian. Santis, on the other hand, had been born as a civilian. After he finally became an official spellcaster and his congenital defect in his magic power storage was discovered, he would only be kicked away by the upper class. At the same time, his family might also owe a lot of debts, both in terms of favors and money.
Part of the reason why he joined the Hundred-Man Construction Assistance Team was probably because of the subsidies given by the king.
After figuring that out, he finally had no more doubts about Santis' choice.
"Then, welcome to being an honorable teacher." Gwen stood up behind the desk and nodded at the young Mage in front of him with a smile. "As for the course you're going to teach … It shouldn't be limited to ordinary literacy and numbers. I have other plans for you."
Santis hurriedly bowed. "Ah, yes, my lord."
Gwen said, "Now, let's talk about the first thing first. Put down the button in your hand first. You're about to get pulp out of it …"
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