Godwin Orlando walked on the street on the east side of the Mage District, and pedestrians walked past him.
The old scholar from the Royal City stopped in his tracks and looked around at the land that was still unfamiliar to him, as well as the people who lived here, who were full of vigor and vitality.
He sighed softly.
This was an incredible land, and he had never doubted it. As early as the Captical, he often heard news from the south that the legendary pioneering duke led 800 people to establish a foothold in the Gloom Mountains. This matter could be described as "incredible." So from then on, he knew that as long as this land could exist peacefully, it must be incredible.
Ever since then, he had always wanted to come here to take a look. He wanted to see with his own eyes how this pioneering territory had taken root in the Gloom Mountain Range. This was his instinct as a scholar, not only because he was passionate about studying the epic legends of Gawain Cecil, but also because he was curious about the unknown world.
It was often said that history was a study of the "known," but Godwin never thought so. He was used to discovering the unknown from history, discovering things that had never been discovered before. He believed that only those who could turn the unknown into known could be considered a true scholar.
So now that he had come here and personally stepped on this land, he discovered as he wished — this land was indeed incredible.
It was prosperous, unlike a pioneering territory that had just been established a year ago. The "machines" here roared all night, the buildings were tall and neat, and the streets were clean and orderly. It was forbidden to urinate, and labor was encouraged to create wealth. The people here, the proud and decent people of Cecil, were even more energetic and hardworking than many of the people he saw in the Captical District.
He could hardly believe that these people were a group of refugees last year.
But it was this incredible feeling that made the the Captical scholar, who liked to explore the unknown, flinch.
He did not know how this land developed to its current state, but he knew that there was a set of "rules" that were completely different from the social order he knew. The line between commoners and nobles was blurred here, and the line between ordinary people and extraordinary people was not so clear. Here, the peasants could go to school to learn to read and write, and the craftsmen who had no magical talent could use magic to complete their work. Cecil Hill was so prosperous, but occasionally, Godwin felt like he was in an incomprehensible dream. This feeling was especially obvious at this moment.
He sighed and continued to walk toward the apartment that was assigned to him.
He knew that he had failed to complete the task given to him by the feudal lord, and he also knew that it was entirely his own fault. Indeed, he did not understand the common knowledge of farming and craftsmanship, but he had no problem in writing things like market price changes and news within and outside the territory. The only thing he needed to do was to learn how to use the crude and simple language of the commoners to describe those things, and even learn how to think like them. However, this was not so easy for a scholar who came from the capital, had a good education and inheritance, and even had some collateral noble blood flowing in his veins.
"Mr. Orlando, Mr. Orlando, please stop."
A familiar voice came from behind. Godwin Orlando finally noticed and stopped. He looked back and saw a young man with messy curly hair, thin and tall, wearing an old magic robe coming toward him.
He paused for a moment, then adjusted his expression and regained his composure. As a person with a surname, he had to maintain his image in front of others who also had a surname. "Good afternoon, Mr. Santis Said."
He was very polite. Although Santis was a civilian through and through, and he himself had some noble blood, Santis was also a level two arcanist. The level of a supernatural and the status of a noble were equivalent in many cases. Therefore, even though Santis was much younger than him, he still had to be polite.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Orlando." Santis nodded to the old gentleman and then asked curiously, "Did you just come back from the lord's place? I heard that the lord ordered you to write a new reading material. How's it going? "
Godwin sighed dejectedly. "Sigh, to tell you the truth, I've disappointed the Lord."
"How come?" Santis was shocked. "You're a famous grammar expert! Is the thing the lord gave you too difficult? "
"On the contrary …" Godwin sighed, and then told him everything that had happened to him today. He really needed to confide in someone, and Santis, who was gentle and didn't put on airs as an Extraordinary and was born a commoner, was obviously a suitable person to confide in.
After listening to Godwin's words, Santis was silent for a moment. He had already figured everything out. After a short moment of thought, he made an invitation to Godwin. "Mr. Orlando, if you are free, would you like to sit in on one of my classes?"
"Sit in?" Godwin froze for a moment. He knew what Santis was doing here. This level two arcanist did not follow Countess Rebecca and become a researcher under the Magic Technology Department like other supernatural beings. Instead, he was a teacher in the general academy, teaching rune classes to a group of commoner children. He also knew that a few younger scholars had also gone to the school to teach other commoners.
To be fair, Godwin was somewhat disdainful of this, but those young scholars seemed to be Santis' friends, so he expressed his understanding. He just did not expect Santis to invite him to a class.
"Just treat it as a change of mood." Santis smiled gently. "The children are very friendly."
Godwin's mind was in a mess, and he agreed in a daze. By the time he realized it, he had already walked into the general academy and into the classroom.
He was led by Santis to a chair at the back of the classroom and sat down. Many children, big and small, were running around the classroom, playing hide-and-seek between the tables and chairs, shouting on the windowsill. These children were all wearing neat and clean new clothes, but Godwin knew that they were all commoners.
They were really lacking in manners.
These children finally noticed the stranger in the classroom, so pairs of curious eyes looked over. Godwin felt uncomfortable under these gazes. He felt that these commoner children might pounce on him and pull his beard or tear his clothes in the next second. But in fact, nothing happened. These children just looked at him with some curiosity and caution from afar. Even if a few of them came close, they just stood aside obediently.
Godwin turned his neck, wanting to say hello to these children, but he first saw something on the wall at the back of the classroom. Just behind him, it was a flat "cement" wall, the whole wall painted with pictures.
It was painted with some kind of colored "paint," but it was certainly not the expensive paint used to paint icons in churches. The color was not very bright, and it gave off a cheap smell. But the picture painted by the paint made Godwin's eyes widen.
It was a bountiful wheat field surrounded by tall towers and magnificent walls. In the background of the picture, a silhouette of the Gloom Mountain Range could be seen.
It was a view of somewhere outside the territory.
Godwin had never seen such a painting, but the detail of the painting still surprised him. He whispered to himself, "It's incredible …"
Then a boy next to him suddenly shouted, "I painted it!"
Godwin looked in the direction of the voice in surprise. He saw a boy with a dirty face pointing at himself proudly. The boy then pointed at the quiet girl next to him and said, "And Sister Pea, we painted it together!"
The quiet girl smiled faintly and did not say anything. The other children next to her, however, shouted, "They're the students on duty this week!"
"Students on duty?" What did that mean?
Godwin was full of questions, but before he could ask, a bell suddenly rang from outside the classroom.
As if by magic, as soon as the bell rang, the children who were messing around in the classroom immediately ran to their seats. In just a few seconds, everyone was in their seats, and the classroom quieted down.
Godwin looked at the scene in shock. The change happened so fast that he did not even have time to react. Then, he saw Santis walk up to the podium.
The level-two arcanist put the teaching materials in his hand on the large table on the podium and looked around the classroom. He then said, "Now, let's start the roll call. When your name is called, say 'yes' or raise your hand. "
When the words "raise your hand" were spoken, a few of the children's gazes fell on the quiet girl.
Santis began to call the roll.
The children's names were called one by one, and they responded one by one. There was almost no other sound in the classroom except for the roll call and the answer.
Godwin watched all this with his eyes wide open. Suddenly, he knew what he was surprised about.
Order.
There was an indescribable order in this classroom. These children who were born as commoners, lacked education, and did not know what was going on.
He had never seen this kind of order even in the Captical.
This kind of order was completely different from the social rules determined by the so-called "class division" and "level division." This was a purer and more absolute order.
It was like the teeth of steel.
Santis finished the roll call. All the children were here except for one who was on sick leave. The level-two arcanist nodded and then opened the textbook in his hand.
"Then, let's begin today's lesson. In this lesson, we will learn how spell models are transformed into magic arrays, as well as the formation of rune knots during this transformation process.
"First, we need to have a rough understanding of the history of magic arrays …"
The sound of chairs shaking came from the back of the classroom.
Godwin Orlando almost slipped to the ground after he figured out the lesson that these commoner children were exposed to.
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