Sword of Dawn

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Gao Wen was thoughtful: "...do you want to study my history?"

"It can be said like this," Amber curled her lips, "everything that happened in this land is a 'historical reappearance' to him, at least he thinks so. He can be regarded as fulfilling his wish here, Except for a stumble in the newspaper."

Gao Wen's mind moved, and then an idea popped up: This historian should really study according to the current development of the Cecil Territory and the words and deeds of "Gao Wen Cecil" after the coffin was unmasked, as a reference If the information is used to fill in the gaps in the history books, then his historical research will really be ruined...

Then he shook his head, shook the irrelevant associations out of his mind, and sighed softly: "Such a person is useful, and it is not easy for him to come to the southern border."

"His situation is not uncommon among this group of scholars from the capital," Amber nodded, and continued, "Although they have entered various departments and have adapted well in most cases, they come from another On the one hand, they are incompatible with the "new order" in this land. Scholars are a very special group. They are different from craftsmen such as craftsmen and mechanism engineers. They have knowledge and their own mature and stable logic, and they They are often very proud—most scholars have also mastered some knowledge in the transcendental field, or they themselves are relatively low-level transcendents, and this is also their proud capital."

"But these knowledgeable people must become Cecil's help." Gao Wen said lightly.

Chapter 0363 What I saw in Cecil Territory

Godwin Orlando was walking on the street on the east side of the Mage Quarter, and passers-by passed by him.

The old scholar from the royal capital stopped in his tracks, looking around at this land that was still quite unfamiliar to him, and the people who lived in this land that were full of vigor and vitality.

He sighed softly.

This is an incredible land, and he has never doubted this - as early as when he was in the capital, he heard news from the south frequently, that the legendary pioneering duke led 800 people to stand firm in the dark mountains Heel, this matter itself can already be described as "unbelievable", so from then on he knew that as long as this land can survive for a day, then this place must be incredible.

So since then, he has always thought about coming here to see with his own eyes how this pioneering territory took root in the Dark Mountains. This is his instinct as a scholar, not just because he is keen on Studying the epic legend of Gawain Cecil is more because he is full of curiosity about the unknown world.

It is often said that history is a study of the "known", but Godwin never thinks so. He is used to discovering the unknown from history and discovering things that have never been discovered. He believes that only the ability to A true scholar is one who turns the unknown into the known.

So now he's here, he's set foot on this land himself, and he's got his wish—this land is really incredible.

The prosperity here is not like a pioneering territory that has just been established for a year. The "machines" here are roaring all night, the buildings here are tall and tidy, the streets are neat and orderly, defecation is prohibited here, and the use of labor to create wealth is encouraged. The people here—— The proud and respectable Cecil is even more energetic than many citizens he saw in the wealthy area of ​​the capital, and he is incredibly hardworking.

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

But it was this unbelievable feeling that made this Wangdu scholar who likes to explore the unknown feel daunted.

He doesn't know how this land developed to what it is today, but he knows that a set of "rules" that are completely different from the social order he knows is enforced here, where the boundaries between common people and nobles become blurred, and ordinary people The boundary with the extraordinary is no longer so clear. The mud-legged people here can go to school to read and write, and the craftsmen without magic talent are also using magic to complete their work. The Cecil Territory is so prosperous and prosperous, but occasionally However, Godwin felt that this place seemed to be an incomprehensible disordered dream - this feeling was especially obvious at this moment.

He sighed and continued to walk towards the apartment building assigned to him.

He knew that he failed to complete the task of the lord, and he knew that it was entirely his own fault. He did not understand the common sense of farming and craftsmanship, but writing market price changes, news inside and outside the territory, etc. was still nothing to him. No problem, the only thing he needs to do is to learn to describe those things in the vulgar and crude language of the common people, and even learn to think like them, but this is for a person from the capital with good cultivation and inheritance. , even for scholars who have a part of collateral noble blood, it is not so easy to do.

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

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

He was stunned, he straightened his expression, and regained his energy - as a person with a surname, he must maintain a good image in front of people who also have a surname: "Mr. Santis Seide ,good afternoon."

He is very polite. Although Santis is a commoner through and through, and he has a bit of noble blood, Santis still has the status of a second-level arcanist. The extraordinary level and noble status are equivalent in many cases. So even though Santis was much younger than him, he had to have enough manners.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Orlando," Santis nodded to the old gentleman, and then asked curiously, "Did you just come back from the lord? I heard that the lord ordered you to write a new reading. how's it going?"

Godwin sighed in frustration: "Oh, to tell you the truth, I have let the lord down."

"How come?" Santis was taken aback, "You are a famous grammar expert! Could it be that what the lord gave you was too difficult?"

"On the contrary..." Godwin sighed, and then told all the things he experienced today in one breath - he really needed to confide these things to someone, and he had a gentle personality and no airs of a supernatural person. The commoner Santis was an obvious confidant.

After listening to Godwin's words, Santis was silent for a moment, he had already figured everything out, and after a short thought, he made an invitation to Godwin: "Mr. Orlando, if you are free, would you like to Come to my class and sit in on a class?"

"Listen in?" Godwin was stunned for a moment, he knew what Santis was doing here - this second-level arcanist did not follow the Viscountess Rebecca like other extraordinary people, and became a mana technologist. A researcher under the Ministry, instead, worked as a teacher in that general college, and went to give rune lessons to a group of commoner children. He also knew that several younger bachelors also went to that school to teach other commoners lecture.

In all fairness, Godwin was somewhat disdainful of this, but those young bachelors seemed to be friends of Santis, so he also expressed his understanding, but he didn't expect that Santis would invite him to attend lectures.

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

Godwin was very confused, so 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 and found a chair at the back of the classroom where a lot of kids, big and small, were running around, playing hide-and-seek between the tables and chairs, yelling on the windowsill— —These children were all dressed in neat new clothes, but Godwin knew that they were all common people.

They are really poorly educated.

These children finally noticed the strangers in the classroom, so a pair of curious eyes cast them over. Godwin felt awkward in these eyes. He felt that these ordinary children might rush over to grab his beard or His clothes fell off—but in fact nothing happened, these children just looked at themselves from a distance with some curiosity and caution, even if there were a few who approached, they just stood obediently by the side.

Godwin turned his neck to say hello to these children, but first he saw something on the wall behind the classroom—right behind him, it was a flat "cement" wall, The entire wall is painted with patterns.

It was painted on with some kind of colored "pigments", but it was certainly not the expensive paints used to paint icons in churches. But Godwin couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

It was a harvested wheat field surrounded by tall towers and majestic city walls. In the background of the corner of the picture, a line of silhouettes of dark mountains could also be seen.

That was the view from somewhere outside the territory.

Godwin had never seen this kind of painting before, but he was quite surprised by the detail of the painting, and he murmured to himself in a low voice: "It's incredible..."

Then a boy next to him suddenly yelled, "I drew this!"

Godwin followed the sound in surprise, and he saw a child with a dirty face pointing at himself proudly, and then the child pointed to the quiet girl next to him: "And Sister Pea, we drew it together!"

The quiet girl smiled lightly and didn't speak, but another child shouted beside her: "The two of them are the students on duty this week!"

"Student on duty"?What's the meaning?

Godwin was full of question marks, but before he could ask, there was a sudden ringing of a bell from outside the classroom.

As if by magic, as the bell rang, the children who were in a mess in the classroom a second ago immediately ran to their seats. After a few seconds, everyone arrived at their seats. The classroom Zhong also quieted down.

Godwin watched this scene in astonishment, the changes were so fast that he didn't even have time to react, and then he saw Santis walk up to the podium.

The second-level arcanist put the teaching tools in his hand on the large table on the podium, looked around the classroom, and then said: "Now, roll the rolls. Those who call the names say 'to', or raise their hands."

When the word "hands up" was mentioned, several children's eyes fell on the very quiet girl.

Santis began the roll call.

The names of each child were called out, and each child responded. There was almost no other sound in the classroom except for the roll call and the answering sound.

Godwin watched all this with wide eyes, and suddenly he knew what he was surprised about.

order.

An indescribable order exists in these ordinary-born, ill-educated, ignorant children in this classroom.

He had never seen this kind of order even in the capital.

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

Like teeth of steel.

After Santis finished counting, all the children were here except for one who was on sick leave. The second-level arcanist nodded and then opened the textbook in his hand.

"Then let's start today's lesson. In this lesson, let's learn how the spell model is transformed into a magic circle, and how the rune knot is formed during this transformation process.

"First of all, we need to have a brief understanding of the history of magic circle..."

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

Godwin Orlando nearly slipped to the floor after figuring out the lessons these commoner kids were exposed to.

Chapter 0364 The First Newspaper

Is this what these civilian children learned in the academy? !

Godwin was dumbfounded as he listened to Santis's narration of the most important period in the history of magic on the podium. In the middle, classic magic circle models were displayed according to historical development. Those runes and magic power lines were written on the blackboard. Arranged into mysterious patterns one by one, and the children of the common people - the children of farmers, fishermen, blacksmiths, and laundry maids, they are all listening to the lecture and taking notes seriously!

Godwin Orlando swears to God—even if he is a child of a big merchant family in the capital, he may not be able to understand these things.

Because these are all knowledge in the transcendent domain!

The children's lessons are beyond Godwin's imagination, and what is even more beyond his imagination is the mastery of these children's magic runes.

After a few simple questions, he realized that these children were not newbies to runes, nor were they "fools" who had memorized some book knowledge by rote—they not only knew the shape and writing of each rune way, and even know how to modify their position in a magic circle!

The game is over -- at least for Godwin Orlando, it's a game-changer.

After the class ended, the children happily ran out, and ran to the playground to play with their friends. Some children stayed behind, reading or chatting in the classroom. Santis went outside the classroom and reminded the children loudly. Let's stop fighting in the corridor, and then come to Godwin's side.

"Mr. Orlando," the second-level arcanist said with a gentle smile, "what do you think?"

"I didn't expect...these things are being taught here..." Godwin's eyes were confused. "These children...are they all gifted in magic? Are they all magic apprentices chosen by you?"

Santis shook his head and said unhurriedly: "First of all, not every class is teaching runes and magic theory, only children's classes and some special adult classes are offering courses in this area, and secondly, these The children are not my magic apprentices—they are just the most ordinary civilian children in the territory, only one of them has a weak magical talent, and the others will be ordinary people for the rest of their lives."

Godwin blinked: "Then..."

Santis interrupted others in a rare way: "You are curious, wondering why they can understand these courses and why they can get access to these extraordinary knowledge, aren't you?"

Godwin nodded silently.

Santis asked him back: "Why can't they understand, why can't they contact?"

Godwin was stunned for a moment, and then he was going to say a set of reasons about the common people's inability to learn complex knowledge, and the lack of wisdom necessary to comprehend extraordinary mysteries, etc., but these subconscious words were suppressed before they rushed out. He swallowed it back, he knew that once he said these words, he would probably be the stupidest person here today.

"They can understand and learn. At least in the children's class, I have met many smart children, such as Gesang and Pea, who are exceptionally talented in painting," Santis said with a smile on his lips. He walked towards the door of the classroom, and gestured for Godwin to follow, "And after the lord implements a series of nutritious meals for children, these children will grow stronger and smarter than their parents , except for their origin, they are no different from us, extraordinary people, nobles, and any so-called 'upper class'."

Godwin followed Santis, and he came to the main square of the college (or as it is called here, the "playground"), where many children were active, and it was approaching evening at this moment, and some of them who got off work earlier Adults are also here. Before class, these people who are still wearing rough overalls and muddy legs are gathering under the magic spar street lamp next to the playground, flipping through the alphabet cards in their hands by the light.

A worker in factory uniform passing by stopped briefly beside Godwin. He took off his felt hat, bowed slightly to salute Santis and Godwin, and then walked away.

"Do you know why he saluted you?" Santis asked.

"He should know that I am a scholar recruited by the lord..."

"No, it's just because you have knowledge. He is saluting your knowledge, not you." Santis said lightly, and pointed to a high white wall on the other side of the playground. On that high wall, Godwin saw a line of bold characters:

"Knowledge and people are not noble, but knowledge makes people noble."

"Here, anyone is entitled to pursue knowledge, and even this is the duty of citizens of Cecil," Santis' voice woke Godwin from the shock of that sentence, "and accepting After learning this rule, I found one thing, that is, under the same conditions, even if it is a child of a serf, he is no worse than a child of a knight in learning things."

Santis didn't tell the whole truth here—in fact, there are still differences between the children of serfs and the children of nobles.

Because of congenital malnutrition and poor growth conditions during infancy, under normal circumstances, children from serfs or extremely poor families will be really poor in intellectual and physical development, and according to the lord, this gap will take at least one or two generations Only then can it be made up for slowly.

However, it was precisely because of these gaps that could have been avoided that Santis realized more deeply how important the order that Gawain was promoting in this land was—it was simply a cause that could be described as great.

He didn't want Godwin Orlando, a scholar who had given up all his future and traveled all the way from the capital to the south, a true student of learning, to miss this great cause.

Godwin fell silent briefly, and after a while, he asked a question: "Then what I have studied for most of my life, is it worthless?"

"Of course not. Knowledge is always valuable, but its uses are different." Santis shook his head. "In other words, there is no distinction between high and low knowledge, but whether it is appropriate in the current situation. I believe the Lord You were not asked to write that newspaper to bury your talents, and you should understand this yourself-does it really affect the 'honor' of a university scholar like you to use your grammatical ability to write popular news? ? No, you just can't accept the fact that you need to put yourself in the same position as ordinary people, and you can't accept the fact that you need to understand the thoughts of those so-called 'inferior people', but in fact?"

Santis smiled: "We are in the same position, we are all just seekers of knowledge."

Seeing Godwin's thoughtful expression, Santis continued: "And there is one more thing I don't know if you have thought about it, Mr. Orlando—those civilians who have received school education can understand your writing, There are even some who can understand the language of runes, although their research in these fields is definitely not as deep as yours, but at least they know a little bit, but you... do you know even the slightest bit of knowledge about drying rice and tanning leather?"

After saying this, Santis closed his mouth and left time for the old gentleman in front of him. This is probably the most and most direct time for him to express his views in a place other than the classroom. Since the last time Wang After returning from the trip to the capital, the second-level arcanist has really changed a lot.

And Godwin exhaled lightly, and was silent for a moment, he shook his head with a smile: "I really don't understand this aspect, but I can still write those current affairs news and decrees that the lord wants to promote. It came out, and I can write more concisely and clearly than anyone.

"As for the parts I don't understand, I—and my apprentices, we can ask those who understand. They understand this knowledge, but they don't know how to write it out, but this is what I am good at."

"Mr. Orlando," Santis bowed his head slightly to Godwin Orlando, "You'd better act quickly, the lord usually gives people a second chance—but you are not the only scholar in the territory."

"Thank you for your help and enlightenment," Godwin Orlando said to Santis in a very solemn tone, "and you can call me Godwin from now on—it's too distant to call me by my last name."

After saying this, the old gentleman said goodbye to Santis, then turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of the college.

After his figure disappeared outside the gate, a hazy black figure emerged beside Santis, and gradually formed the figure of Amber.

The half-elf lady looked at Santis quite unexpectedly: "Santis, you can speak well."

"It's not eloquence, it's just saying what I want to say," Santis saluted the shadow master who was wandering around the territory all day, but his real identity was the lord's guard, and asked curiously , "I'm just a little curious, why the lord would care so much about this matter - although Godwin is an excellent scholar, he is not special."

"Just take it as an attempt," Amber said casually, "don't worry about it."

"Try..." Santis muttered, then curled his lips, "Anyway, the lord must have his own considerations."

Amber didn't respond, her body gradually faded in the air, and soon disappeared in front of Santis.

Four days later, the citizens of Cecil Territory saw a brand new thing in front of the City Hall Square in the city center.

They exude the unique smell of ink, and they are neatly stacked on a small cement platform—this platform is unique to Cecil Land, and in most cases, it is used by government affairs. Hall officials are used to show the new gadgets that appear on the territory to the people-two soldiers stand by the stage, guarding the neatly printed materials, and at the same time explain to the gathered people what is on the stage thing.

newspaper.

A read that can belong to everyone.

The gathered crowd was discussing with each other, those who arrived earlier were explaining to those who had just arrived what new gadgets the lord had invented, some were guessing the content of the newspaper, and more were guessing their prices and specific role.

In the beginning, perhaps only a small number of people will try it out of curiosity.

But soon, the Cecilians with spare money will realize that they will have their own "scroll" from now on.

Some distance away from the platform, Godwin Orlando, who was wearing a gray bachelor's robe, and his two apprentices (temporary editor and "reporter") watched the situation around the platform from a distance.

Santis stood beside Godwin. He looked at the scene in the distance and whispered to himself: "From today, another privilege has been broken."

Godwin was thoughtful: "Do you have the privilege of knowledge and free reading..."