Godwin Orlando walked on the street on the east side of the Mage District, and pedestrians came and went by him.

The old scholar from the royal capital stopped and looked around the land that was still quite strange to him, and the people who lived on it, who were full of vitality and vitality.

He sighed softly.

This was an incredible land, which he had never doubted. As early as the capital, he had frequently heard news from the south. The legendary pioneer duke led 800 people to gain a firm foothold in the dark mountains. This incident itself can be described as "unbelievable", so from that time he knew that as long as this land could exist safely for one day, it would be incredible here.

So since then, he often thought about coming here to see and witness with his own eyes how this pioneering leader took root in the dark mountains. This was his instinct as a scholar, not only because he was keen on studying the epic legend of Gowen Cecil, but also because he was curious about the unknown world.

It is often said that history is a science that studies "known", but Godwin never thinks so. He is accustomed to discovering unknowns from history and discovering things that have never been discovered. He believes that only those who can turn unknowns into known can be considered real scholars.

So now he has arrived here and has personally set foot on this land, and he has found out as he wishes that this land is indeed incredible.

It is not like a pioneering territory that has just been established for a year. The "machines" here roar all night, the buildings here are tall and neat, the streets are neat and orderly, and the place is prohibited from being tempted and drowned everywhere, and the creation of wealth is encouraged. The people here - the proud and decent Cecilians, are even more energetic and incredible than many citizens he saw in the rich area of ​​the royal capital.

He could hardly believe that these people were all a group of refugees last year.

But it was this incredible thing that made this scholar of the capital who liked to explore the unknown feel deterred.

He didn't know how this land developed to this day, but he knew that there was a set of "rules" that were completely different from the social order he knew. The boundaries between civilians and nobles became blurred here, and the boundaries between ordinary people and extraordinary people were no longer so clear. The mud legs here could go to school to read and read, and craftsmen without magical talents were also using magic to complete their work. Cecil's lord was so prosperous, but occasionally, Godwin felt that this place seemed to be an incomprehensible dream - this feeling was particularly obvious at this moment.

He sighed, continued to move, and walked towards the apartment building assigned to him.

He knew that he had not been able to complete the lord's task, and he knew that it was his own problem. He did not know common sense in agriculture and crafts, but writing market price changes, news inside and outside the territory was not a problem for him. The only thing he needed to do was to learn to describe those things in the vulgar and simple language of the common people, and even learn to think like them. But this was not so easy for a scholar from the royal capital, who had good cultivation and inheritance, and even had some of the blood of aristocratic families.

"Mr. Orlando, Mr. Orlando, please stop."

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind, and Godwin Orlando finally noticed and stopped. He looked back and saw a young man with messy curly hair, thin and tall figure, wearing an old magic robe walking towards him.

He was stunned for a moment, rectified his expression and cheered up again - as a person with a surname, he had to maintain his image in front of people with the same surname: "Mr. Santis Side, noon."

He is very polite. Although Santis is a complete civilian and has a little aristocratic blood, Santis also has the status of a second-level arcane. The level of the extraordinary and the status of a noble are equivalent in many cases, so even if Santis is much younger than him, he must be sufficient polite.

"Mr. Orlando," Santis nodded to the old man, and then asked curiously, "Have you just returned from the Lord? I heard that the Lord ordered you to write a new reading, how is the situation?"

Godwin sighed in frustration: "Oh, I'll let you down, I've let the Lord down."

"How could it be?" Santis was shocked. "You are a famous grammar expert! Is the things the lord gave you too difficult?"

"The opposite..." Goldwin sighed, and then said everything he had experienced today in one breath - he really needed to tell anyone about these things, and Santis, who is gentle and has no extraordinary airs and is a civilian, is obviously a suitable person to talk to.

After listening to Godwin's words, Santis was silent for a moment. He had figured out everything. After a brief thought, he offered an invitation to Godwin: "Mr. Orlando, if you have free time, should you come to my class to attend a class?"

"Speak?" Goldwin was stunned for a moment. He knew what Santis was doing here. The second-level arcane did not follow Viscount Rebecca like other extraordinary people and became a researcher under the Magic Technology Department. Instead, he worked as a teacher in that general college to teach runes to a group of civilian children. He also knew that several younger bachelors also went to that school and gave lectures to other civilians.

To be fair, Godwin was a little disdainful of this, but the young bachelors seemed to be friends with Santis, so he also expressed his understanding, but he did not expect that Santis would invite himself to attend the class.

"Just treat it as a change of mood," Santis smiled gently, "the children are all very friendly."

Godwin felt very confused and agreed in a daze. By the time he realized it, he had already walked into General Academy and into the classroom.

He was led by Santis and found a chair in the back of the classroom, while many children of all sizes were running around in the classroom, playing hide-and-seek between tables and chairs, and shouting on the windowsills - all of them were neat and clean new clothes, but Godwin knew that they were all civilian children.

They are really uneducated.

The children finally noticed the stranger in the classroom, so they looked at each other with curious eyes. Godwin felt awkward in these sights. He felt that these civilian children might be about to jump over and pull his beard or pull his clothes in the next second - but in fact nothing happened. The children were just looking at themselves from a distance with some curiosity and caution. Even if there were a few people close, they were just standing beside them honestly.

Goldwin turned his neck to say hello to the children, but first he saw something on the wall behind the classroom - right behind him, a flat "cement" wall, the entire wall covered with patterns.

It was applied with some kind of color "pigment", but it was certainly not the expensive pigment used to draw icons in churches. Its color was not very positive and revealed a cheap smell, but the picture painted by these pigments made Goldwin unable to help but open his eyes.

It was a harvest of wheat fields. There were tall towers and magnificent city walls around the wheat fields. In the background of a corner of the picture, you can also see a line of silhouettes of the dark mountains.

It was a view somewhere outside the territory.

Godwin had never seen such a painting, but the fineness of the painting still surprised him. He whispered to himself: "It's incredible..."

Then a boy next to him suddenly shouted: "I drew this!"

Godwin looked in surprise and saw a dirty child pointing at him with a proud look on his face. Then the child pointed to the quiet girl next to him: "And Sister Pea, we drew it together!"

The quiet girl smiled slightly, but didn't say anything, but there were other children beside her shouting: "They are the duty students this week!"

"Diary student"? What does it mean?

Goldwin was full of questions, but before he asked, a bell rang suddenly came in from outside the classroom.

As if he had cast magic, as the bell rang, the children who were still in the mess in the classroom the previous second immediately ran to their seats. In just a few seconds, everyone arrived at their own seats and the classroom became quiet.

Godwin looked at the scene in shock, changing so quickly that he couldn't react, and then he saw Santis walk onto the podium.

The second-level arcane put the teaching tools in his hand on the large table on the podium, looked around the classroom, and then said, "Now start calling the name. Those who click on the name shout 'arr', or raise their hand."

When talking about the word "raise your hand", several children's eyes fell on the very quiet girl.

Santis started calling out.

Children's names were clicked and children responded. There was almost no other voice in the classroom except for the name and answer.

Goldwin looked at it all with his eyes wide open, and suddenly, he knew he was surprised.

order.

An indescribable order is in this classroom where these children from civilians who lack education and are confused.

He had never seen this order even in the royal capital.

This order is completely different from the social rules determined by the so-called "class division" and "level". It is a more pure and absolute order.

Like toothed steel.

Santis finished calling out his name, and the children were all here except for one sick leave. The second-level arcane nodded and then opened the textbook in his hand.

"Then let's start today's course. Let's continue with the last lesson, which will understand how the spell model is transformed into a magic circle, and the formation of rune knots during this transformation process.

"First of all, we need to have a rough understanding of the history of magic array..."

There was a sound of chairs shaking from the back of the classroom.
Chapter completed!