In the administrative center of Cecil City, the City Hall, Norris led his assistants to the office of the News and Publicity Department.
Once upon a time, the honest peasant, who had spent most of his life working with the land and crops, would never have dared to imagine that he would one day stand in such a room — a large, bright building, where great personages used to work, with strong and beautiful desks and chairs, bookshelves full of books and files, and a magicite lamp on the roof. In the past, even the great house of the Lord of the Manor could not have contained such a room — and yet here he was, standing in reality, here he was.
Furthermore, he was the head of the agricultural department, someone who managed the farming for the lord. In the old words, he was an "upper-class person".
Noris, who had already changed into clean and decent clothes and had more or less gotten used to interacting with other government officials in the city hall, let out a sigh of relief. Now that he was standing in such a place, he was no longer nervous. However, until last year, he would still stutter whenever he saw the knights in his territory.
A few of his assistants stood quietly by the side. These were the young men handpicked by Norris. They were literate and knew how to grow crops. It was very difficult to find someone who could fulfill these two requirements, so Norris would bring them along whenever he had the chance in the past six months. He wanted to let these young men grow up as soon as possible.
He knew that he was old. Although he was still in the prime of his life among the Extraordinary, he was not an Extraordinary. Moreover, he had suffered too much when he was young. He had suffered too much and suffered too much hunger. He could not rely on two years of eating and drinking two bottles of alchemy potions to make up for his illness. Perhaps in a few years, he would have to leave this post.
He did not have too many regrets because he had lived a good life in the past few years. But he always felt that he would be betraying the lord's trust. He wanted to train the young men in the Ministry of Agriculture to be independent while he was still energetic. He wanted to at least tell the future generations about the difficulties and mistakes he had made when he became the head of the Ministry of Agriculture. He also wanted to pass down the various knowledge and experience he had accumulated for half a lifetime.
While the Minister of Agriculture was thinking about this, a series of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door. Then, the office door was pushed open. It was Godwin, who had a white beard and was wearing a scholar's robe. Orlando pushed open the door and came in. "Ah, Mr. Norris. I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting. I've been a little busy recently …"
`Don't say that, 'said Norris, hurrying forward - in this land he was as important as Godwin. Orlando was an equal, but the life experience of the first half of his life had made him habitually regard the "scholar" as a completely superior person. Now, even if he could get along with the scholar as an equal, he would still approach the scholar with respect. "It's us who arrived more than ten minutes early. The time is just right."
"Please take a seat. Gentlemen, please take a seat." Godwin gestured for everyone to sit down and then went straight to the point. "Then we shall not waste any more time. The lord and Madam Heti have a new plan. It's very important, very, very important. That's why I've called all of you here. And in the afternoon, I'll also call Mr. Hammer and Miss Jenny here. It needs a lot of cooperation."
Norris was a little confused. "Agriculture, smelting, and the Rune Research Institute?"
"Take a look at this first. You'll understand soon enough," said Godwin as he opened the desk drawer and took out a thin booklet. "Mr. Norris, you wrote this, didn't you?"
Norris took the booklet and saw that it was printed in plain words: The Planting and Harvesting of Sweetwood Roots and Legumes.
"Of course, I wrote this. The lord asked me to turn my farming experience into a booklet and teach it to other farmers. I thought about it myself and wrote this … book," said Norris, but there was a hint of shame in his voice because the person sitting in front of him was a famous scholar in the Captical. It was a test of his confidence to talk about his "book" in front of this scholar who had written countless books. "Why, is there a problem with this?"
"Of course, there's no problem. And now we need more booklets," said Godwin. Said Orlando, with a youthful glow in the great scholar's countenance. "Let us praise the printing press -- and, of course, the worthy men who invented it -- and the great diffusion of knowledge began. According to the lord's orders, we are to write a series of books called 'The Basics of All Things'. It covers seven major categories, including agricultural knowledge, magical engineering, social knowledge, magical knowledge, natural knowledge, theological knowledge, geography, and history. It may cover more in the future. Mr. Norris, the booklet you wrote was very useful. Many farmers in Cecil have benefited greatly from the knowledge you taught them. But now, your work has to go one step further — "
Norris listened carefully to Godwin's words. With every word Orlando said, his body bent forward slightly. The wrinkles left on his face by the wind and rain for half of his life were like the ravines in the fields, as if they had recorded the entire first half of his life. In a trance, he suddenly woke up and realized what he should do.
He did have something to pass down.
"Mr. Norris, I'm only good at writing. I don't know much about farming, so I hope you and your apprentices can help me with this part of the content," said Godwin. In the past, he would never have thought of asking a farmer for knowledge. But now, he did not have the spare energy to think about what was wrong with asking a farmer for knowledge. His passion had been ignited, and now there was only the words' the dissemination of knowledge 'in his mind. "We need your knowledge."
… …
"We need your knowledge …"
In the lounge of the magic network broadcasting center, Jenny recalled what Madam Heti had said to her a few days ago. She could not help but take a deep breath. Then she lowered her head and continued to look at the manuscripts and information that she had spent a few nights sorting out.
The Mechanical Scholar and Magicite Technician who were in charge of adjusting the equipment were still busy in the next room. The lounge was exceptionally quiet, and only the sound of paper flipping could be heard. But at this moment, Jenny suddenly felt someone touch her arm.
She looked up in surprise, only to see that Rebecca was already sitting next to her. The viscount held a stack of papers in one hand and handed her a few pieces of candy with the other. "Are you nervous? Have some candies if you're nervous! "
"Ah … Thank you." Jenny thanked her and took the candies. Then she put the candies into her mouth and looked curiously at the papers in Rebecca's hand. "Are you going to … record the 'program' later?"
"Yes, I'll be recording behind you." Rebecca waved the papers in her hand and then pointed to a pile of machine models in the corner. "The identification methods and instructions of several common arcanotech devices, and the diagram of the most primitive repulsive piston magic engine."
Jenny and Rebecca had a good relationship because they had studied runology together and edited the first edition of the "Comparison Table of Low-Level Spells and Runic Arrays" together. The white-haired runemaster who had always lived in the research institute did not hide her nervousness. "I … What should I do if I don't know what to say later?"
"Then record again." Rebecca waved her hand. "It's not a live broadcast today. You'll succeed if you record a few more times. But the first live broadcast is in three days. You have to be careful. "
Jenny seemed to be slightly relieved. Then she could not help but sigh. "I really admire Miss Kipley … I heard that her first live broadcast is her first time."
"Actually, as long as you relax, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just standing in front of the stage to demonstrate a few of the simplest experiments, fiddling with the runes and letting everyone see how the most basic runes work. The content you teach your apprentices in the research institute is much more profound than that. Can't you teach them well?"
"It's not the same." Jenny shook her head with a wry smile. "If a few apprentices stand beside me and let me teach them, I won't be nervous. But just now I saw the studio inside … I'm a little nervous to stand on an empty stage in front of a bunch of magic network terminals and half a room of expressionless technicians. And when I think of that video being recorded and broadcasted on the magic network … "
As Jenny spoke, she couldn't help but touch her own cheeks. Nervousness once again appeared on her face.
"It can't be helped. That's to ensure that the details of the experiment can be recorded … But you reminded me. Next time, maybe I can let one or two assistants go on stage to help and reduce the tension …" Rebecca's mind seemed to have been opened. She began to blabber with a happy expression. But halfway through, her eyes fell on Jenny's face.
The runemaster from the Captical, the dean of the Rune Research Institute, and one of the founders of the magic engineering industry in Cecil, was unnaturally tucking a few strands of long hair around her ear with her hands.
Jenny deliberately rearranged her long white hair today. The soft hair fell from the side of her cheeks to her chest, and her hair almost covered half of her face.
But even so, between the gaps of her hair and her exposed neck, the eye-catching burn scars were still clearly visible.
She did not care about these scars usually, and when she worked in the Research Institute, she would not deliberately hide them. But at this special moment, the runemaster obviously still cared.
Jenny noticed Rebecca's gaze and suddenly became more unnatural. She once again tucked her hair and asked worriedly, "Can I still see them like this?"
"Yes," Rebecca nodded. "And you will see them anyway."
Jenny's action of tucking her hair suddenly stiffened. She looked depressed and disappointed. "I actually tried Master Pitman's scar removal ointment, but it didn't work at all …"
"Pitman's ointment is almost useless as long as it's sold privately." Rebecca pursed her lips and then looked at Jenny seriously. "And I think you don't have to hide them. On the contrary, I think you should show them openly. Of course, this is just my opinion. "
Jenny looked at her first friend who had crossed the barrier of identity to be honest with her in surprise. "Why …"
"Because you're very beautiful," Rebecca said frankly. "Really — you're very beautiful. Although you have these scars, they're really not as serious as you think."
Jenny hesitated. She was happy to hear Rebecca's praise, but she did not know if the praise really belonged to her. While she was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from the side. "Are you ashamed of these scars?"
Jenny looked up in surprise and saw the tall figure.
She hurriedly got up. "My lord …"
Gwen waved his hand, indicating that Jenny did not need to be so polite. "The one who should be ashamed of these scars is your mentor, not you. Of course, whether you choose to hide them or ignore them is your own right. But in my opinion, I don't think your scars are ugly, and I don't think you need to be ashamed of them."
The door to the studio opened, and a technician came out from inside. He said to Jenny, "Miss Jenny, the machine is ready. We can start at any time."
Jenny grabbed a few pieces of paper in her hand and stood up in a daze.
Gwen looked at her quietly. "You're going to spread knowledge. You should be proud of your knowledge, because behind this knowledge stands that nameless rogue mage and Mr. Ravenketh. Are you sure you want to introduce them with apprehension and shame, and not with pride and confidence?"
Rebecca also stood up. She grabbed Jenny's arm and smiled brightly. "Do your best!"
Jenny lowered her head and looked at the few pages in her hand that were almost torn apart by her. After a few seconds of silence, she took a deep breath.
Then, she pulled up her hair and walked towards the door not far away.
Looking at Jenny's back, Gwen sighed slightly. "She has to take the first step."
"Yeah, I think it's time for her to take the first step. She's so beautiful," Rebecca muttered, then looked at Gwen curiously. "But then again, why are you here, ancestor?"
"Heti is worried about you," Gwen said helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Of course, I'm also worried. I'm afraid you'll blow up this place."
"Wow —"
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