Babble.

The heavy wooden door weighs like a thousand pounds, and it takes all the best effort to push it slowly, and the solemn and cold classroom faintly reveals a little Gothic church-like depth and emptiness, and the darkness hovering above is mysterious, like the universe, like an abyss, which makes people curious and frightened.

But the wonderful thing is that the lighting hanging directly above is not a pale yellow kerosene lamp, but a small white light cluster.

The soft moon-white light sprinkled down with the depth of the roof and the daylight outside the window, blurring the transition and brightening the entire wide and deep space, as if it were another world.

At this time, the class has already begun, and you can hear the voice of Yagong who is reading the text, it should be a teenager who has just completed the voice change period, and the original elegant and esoteric poetry has also become tattered, and all the artistic conception and connotation have disappeared completely, and there is no beauty at all.

Hadden, who was a little late because he was receiving a scholarship, was thinking about whether he should sneak into the class without affecting the class, or should he knock on the door and apologize to the professor?

But before Hoden could make a judgment, the professor in front of him had already noticed Hoden's presence, even though the entire classroom was full of nearly three hundred students.

“...... You are...... Well, Herau of St. Cruine's College?"

Horden's footsteps paused slightly, and all the eyes of the audience were projected in unison-

This is a compulsory course for the first year, which must be completed by every freshman in each college, considering the large number of freshmen in the four colleges, the same course is set up in three different periods to be taught by three different professors, but the course content is the same, and the students choose to complete it according to their own schedule.

Therefore, at this time, Hodden was faced with a hybrid classroom, where freshmen from different houses came together.

Although Holden didn't want to be in the limelight in such a way, Holden didn't panic or fear at this point.

Carefully closing the heavy wooden door, turning to stand in the entrance clearing, keeping his posture neat, Hoden smiled and met the professor's gaze, "It should be Helo, sir." ”

The elegant man with square-rimmed glasses pushed the frame, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he blurted out in surprise, "What?"

Howlen patiently explained, "The pronunciation should be Helo, not Herau, sir." I'm sorry. Then Hodden smiled in a friendly way.

The professor pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, ignored it, and just glanced at the class with the rest of his eyes, and his expressionless face couldn't judge the emotion, "Find an empty seat and sit down." ”

Classes at the University of Nuo still follow the traditional arrangement, not the lecture hall that later borrowed the seating model of the theater, but the way of placing long square tables at intervals, like tofu blocks, and four to six students sitting around each long table to determine the class mode of group discussion.

Hodden glanced at it quickly, walked a short distance, and then found an empty space diagonally in front of him on the right, and casually placed his bag on the ground.

“...... Given that we are all particularly sensitive to pronunciation this morning......"

The professor's voice came from behind Hoden, and the word "pronunciation" was deliberately accentuated, which was clearly aimed at Hoden's speech.

Hodden laughed dumbly, it turned out that retribution was waiting here.

“...... So, gentlemen, be careful with your pronunciation as you read the text aloud, and now that you are back focused on the 'Kilkenny Tales', you can only resign yourself to Mr. Hlo trying to keep up with us, and we will pick up where we left off. ”

"Mr. Herlo," was another accent, and there was a deliberate pause between the two syllables, almost shouting in Howlen's ear.

The Kilkenny Tales (Note 1), a very important foundation course at Sekpeth College, tells the story of a group of 30 pilgrims gathered at a wanderer's inn in Iwabuchi, including knights, priests, craftsmen, doctors, lawyers, scholars, farmers, and housewives.

They prepare to make a pilgrimage to Kilkenny to worship Goddess Pomafu – legend has it that Kilkenny owns a private home of Pormafu and spent her final years in Kilkenny before the fall of the gods, and has been enshrined as one of the holy places by countless enlighteners and psionics.

At that time, the owner of the Wanderer's Inn loved the excitement and volunteered to be their guide, and proposed that during the journey to and from the Holy Land, each person should tell two stories back and forth to relieve the loneliness of the journey, and the owner would judge the best one to tell the story, and after returning to the inn, everyone would join forces and invite the "winner" to dinner.

The people accepted the master's advice and embarked on the pilgrimage hand in hand the next day.

According to historical records, this was not only the first meeting of the four founders of the Sekpeth Academy, but also laid a solid foundation for the deep friendship that followed.

And there are many wonderful things encountered during the pilgrimage, showing the flexibility of the psyker, and different professions can have different characteristics - all the professions of the above thirty people, the psyker can find his place and change the way of life through the use of psionic energy.

This also proves one thing that is very important: psionics, there are no class restrictions.

As a result, the Kilkenny Tales is also known as a foundational course for psionics to open up the boundaries of their imagination and must be passed by every enrolr.

"Mackintosh, you continue to read aloud to yourself. ”

The professor raised his voice, and a young man with slightly flushed cheeks held his textbook and continued to read aloud:

"I'm ...... Poor man...... begging bitterly...... Bitterly crying...... Bitter pleading......"

The correct pronunciation should be "pleading", but the boy stumbled and couldn't read it accurately, not only intermittently, but also continued to make mistakes, and in just half a sentence, he had already been stuck several times, almost at the level of one word at a time.

Holden bent down to open the school bag, ready to take out his "Kilkenny Story Book", but he didn't expect a hand to reach out next to him and quickly drag the school bag away.

Hoden didn't expect such a childish prank, and when he didn't pay attention, he couldn't grasp his bag, and when he looked up, he could see a young man grimacing at him.

It's actually a familiar face:

On the day of the entrance exam, the irascible young man who met unexpectedly on the Takahashi.

"Oh, for Goddess Pomafu's sake, you're killing this book. This is murder. "The professor's voice rang out," Goodson Thomas. ”

Another student opened the book and stood up and began to read aloud.

Hoden glanced over at the grumpy youth, who winked at Holden with a mocking expression, then turned his head triumphantly.

Such a childish description did not provoke Holden, but only made Holden laugh dumbly.

Note 1: Excerpt from Jeffrey Chaucer's "Canterbury Tales".