When Brando stepped into Tulman's room, the first thing he saw were the scattered manuscripts on the shiny black pine floor. He turned his head to the left, and saw a large thick book on a wooden table. The invention of the paper page in this world was not very clever, and in order to write on the coarse pages, it was often necessary to make a large piece of paper, and then to fix it with a wooden frame covered with cowhide. Therefore, it took a lot of time and effort to move the books, and they were easily damaged.
Although the kingdom had aristocratic libraries and royal academies, they were only for the descendants of merchants, small nobles, and landowners to enjoy an education. Even in rich countries, ordinary citizens with a good living were more willing to send their children to various workshops to be apprentices.
Brando quickly saw the contents of the book. What a coincidence, Tulman was actually researching an ancient language. He couldn't help but look at the manuscripts on the floor. Tulman was probably researching the changes in the highland languages (Cruz languages). From the records in the manuscripts, he seemed to have some results.
In this era, ordinary people would not be able to understand these manuscripts. Knowledgeable people like Batom would see these manuscripts as waste paper, and Freya would at most think that they were scribbles.
The sound of flipping through the pages finally stopped.
"Young man, where did you find this language?" After Tulman searched through a series of related documents, he finally found a language that was very similar to the word Brendel spoke in terms of pronunciation and structure.
The ancient Caronji language.
The Caronji people were the weakest of the five ancient Cruz tribes, but this was enough to prove that Brando's words were true. Did the ancestors of the Cruz people really record history?
Although Tulman had always suspected that the modern Cruz people were not the descendants of the ancient Cruz people, he could not explain why the Flame King Gretel had the distinct characteristics of the ancient Cruz people.
Brando smiled but did not answer.
Tulman put on his spectacles and walked out of the room with a thick book in his arms. He sat on a rattan chair opposite Brando and looked up at the four of them. Then, he opened a bookcase and took out a pipe from the second drawer. He knocked it on the table, and a ball of flame and smoke rose from the pipe.
Tulman put the pipe in his mouth and took a puff, blowing out smoke from his nose. Then, he opened his mouth and said, "Since you're not talking, it seems that you have a request. Young man, tell me your request. I have to say, you've already half succeeded. You've successfully piqued this old man's curiosity. "
He took out the pipe and pointed it at Brando, "But you haven't won yet, young man. I, Tulman may be old, but I'm old. But I'm not senile. What do you want from me with a single word? You'd better give me something useful. "
Batom and Freya were stunned by the old man's words. They realized that Brando was making a deal with the old man. However, the deal between wizards made them a little confused. They still did not know what the old man and the young man wanted to do.
Romaine, on the other hand, was rather interested. She liked Brendel's calmness. She had an instinctive feeling that even though the strange old man was stubborn, he had already given in to Brendel's demands.
"I'm a Highland Knight. I need someone to introduce me into the circle of scholars. My guide told me to come here and tell me what to do. That's how it is, Master Tulman." Brendel decided to continue with this farce. After all, he was not lying in a certain sense.
The guide was the mentor of a Highland Knight. According to the Highland Law, he had the responsibility to guide the growth of a Knight. Brando's words would not arouse suspicion, and it would also make Tulman suspicious. He knew that Tulman knew a lot of wizards from the Black Tower.
Tulman put one hand on the armrest of the rattan chair. He took a puff of his cigarette and fell into deep thought. He was thinking about which old man had tricked him. Although he was not a powerful wizard, he was a senior scholar and a great alchemist. He was very famous in the wizarding world. His friends and enemies were all over Wohnde, so it was hard for him to think of who was playing this trick on him.
However, he thought about it. Introducing a newcomer into the circle of scholars was not a big deal. Looking at Brando's performance, it would not be too embarrassing.
Tulman took a puff of his cigarette and suddenly took out a piece of parchment from the drawer. He took a quill and wrote something on it. Then he folded the parchment and put it in an envelope. He dripped some wax and stamped it.
He picked up the envelope and looked up. "I recommend you to learn from Panoson for a while. You will know how we do things. Sir Panoson is a very rigid person, but he is a very good teacher. What do you think? "
"Perfect," Brando replied. However, he thought that this was just a normal procedure. Could it be that he was working so hard just to save a few hundred Tor for the registration fee?
Of course not.
He resolved to make a further effort, and, therefore, approaching the letter, he answered, as he took it between his middle and forefinger, "Lord Tulman, as regards the former word," he said. I have to say that I am researching an ancient language of the Cruz people. I have made a small discovery. Some of the natives living in the Balta Highlands seem to have maintained their primitive customs. The wizards among them have a few words that have been passed down from the ancient times, but they still maintain the most primitive aspect of the Cruz language. "
Brando replied half-truthfully. The natives of the Balta Highlands were real, and the series of discoveries did start from that desolate place. However, the first stone slab was found in another place.
To be honest, the stone slab had no practical use for Brando, so he did not want the world to enter an era of chaos.
Tulman's eyes lit up, and the smoke from the pipe in his mouth flickered.
"You are researching the ancient language of the Cruz people?" He looked at the young man suspiciously. "Tell me, what else do you have in mind?"
"Lord Tulman, you must have discovered that the ancient language is full of magic. That is why there is a saying that words and language are the root of all magic. But the era of chaos is a watershed. Ever since the ancient Cruz people, the magic of words has gradually declined … "Brando thought for a while and picked out a background that he had seen on the forum. The foresight of the era allowed him to know more about the core background than the scholar.
Tulman nodded and showed a look of agreement.
"The cause and effect should be related to the long war?" He replied.
"Long war, interesting." The old man turned around and took out a ring from the drawer and put it on the envelope. "Perhaps you can go to Sir Panoson's private library to take a look. If you have any new ideas, you can bring this ring back to me —"
There is a way. Brando's heart brightened. He did not know if anyone had done this before, but he knew that every step after this would not be simple. But at least it was a good start. He was secretly happy.
However, Tulman did not completely trust him. His method of stalling was unique. Brando knew that the old man would probably leave for the Balta Highlands immediately, but it was hard to say if he would gain anything.
Thinking of this, he took the envelope and the ring. A line of ghostly green words appeared on his retina. They seemed to appear one by one in his vision, forming a question:
Do you accept the profession, subclass' Scholar '?
Brando, of course, chose to accept. As a result, a new sub-column appeared on his status panel: 'Secondary Profession.' The Scholar Profession was quietly lying in that column, and its EXP was at Level 0/6. Currently, there was only a small row of words below this profession: '(Historical Knowledge Level 1).
In The Amber Sword, subclasses were a supplement to the official profession. They were different from the main profession. Subclasses generally strengthened a character from the side, so they did not provide powerful skills or attribute bonuses, but they could give the character some special abilities.
It could be said that subclasses were more similar to identities, but they could be upgraded.
For example, whenever the character practiced a knowledge to level 5 or higher, he would be able to unlock a corresponding 'familiar profession'. When he took this profession, the EXP penalty would not be included in the total number of subclasses. This would continue until he had three 'familiar professions'. At the same time, the Scholar provided three times more EXP per level than the Militia, so it was called a 'necessary subclass' by the players in the game.
The Silverfort Scholar was even stronger. The Silverfort Scholar had four familiar professions and regarded alchemy as his main profession. It was equivalent to the combination of the Scholar subclass and the Alchemist subclass.
Of course, the EXP penalty was also shared between subclasses, but it did not affect the main profession.
As soon as Brando took the profession, he immediately put in 220 EXP to raise the Scholar to level 6, gaining 250 EXP. The Scholar subclass had a 1: 1 ratio of EXP to EXP for the first 6 levels, which was the most terrifying of all professions. However, there was a problem with subclasses, which was that the profession level could not exceed the skill level by more than 5 levels.
Brando needed knowledge of nobility or heraldry, not history, so he had to put the Scholar level aside for now.
After finishing his own business, it was as if he was distracted for a moment. He looked up and asked, "Lord Tulman, I have a friend, as you have seen. You know her aunt, but she was separated from her aunt. We are looking for her. Have you seen the Roman aunt? "
Tulman tapped his pipe on the table, raised his glasses, and replied, "Young man, I only know her aunt. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years. When I saw her, she was the same age as this little girl. In fact, I didn't know she lived around here — "
He saw that Brando was about to say something, so he quickly waved his hand, "You don't need to ask anymore. Every wizard has their own secrets. Since she didn't tell you, I won't say anything else. "
The old man blew out smoke from his nose, "Alright, our conversation is almost over. Young man, you have achieved your goal. When you think you have a certain understanding of your current path, it won't be too late to find me. "
Brando was stunned and turned to look at the Roman.
Romaine smiled sweetly at him, "It's okay, Brando. My aunt is the best."
You bastard. Brando glared at her, but his heart softened.
… …
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