"Please look at the blackboard, this lesson is a compulsory content, at the end of the semester, students who fail to pass the ancient and modern history will not be able to get the corresponding credits. ”

This year's winter is particularly cold, and on the podium, a rabbit female teacher with well-combed hair and a tan horn-buttoned windbreaker waved the teaching stick in her hand with a serious expression.

The students in the classroom were orcs, humans, and dwarves, and even though the young teacher was known for his strictness, the students dozed off and chatted left and right.

For them, if they can afford to go to this aristocratic school, the credits are decorations, and whether they can graduate is nothing more than a matter of how much gold they can sponsor to the school in the end.

Are they short of gold coins? These aristocratic children, who were born and raised with golden keys, have gathered together to cultivate their feelings since childhood, and for their families and parents, the significance of learning is far less than the expansion and stability of the upper-class network.

The nobility of the upper class has always cultivated and accumulated resources from a young age.

"Please turn to page 156 of the textbook, today we will mainly learn about the history and development of the elves. ”

"This chapter is divided into two lessons, and today I will briefly talk about the history of racial warfare between the Dark Elves and the Wood Elves in ancient times, which lasted for nearly two hundred years. ”

In the next lesson, we will focus on its impact on various ethnic patterns, its far-reaching historical significance, as well as the development and current situation of the elven race in modern and modern times. ”

The young rabbit female teacher ignores the mischievous students and continues with her own class rhythm.

As a person who studied hard in the mountain village of Nanlu, was admitted to Hokuriku Avos College, and graduated with honors, these aristocratic students have never been of the same class as her.

But what could she do? It was nothing more than two more crosses on the test paper, for which she was awarded the title of the strictest teacher in Solan College for three consecutive years.

As the most upper-class and most aristocratic college in the Duchy of Solan, Solan Academy naturally has a salary and teaching strength.

But the attitude of these aristocratic students has always been rigidly pressed to the passing line of their teaching level.

The female rabbit teacher was talking at the top, and the students were talking to each other below.

The young Ferrante Knard was bored and drew a white rabbit in his textbook as a sign of respect for his teacher.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have been here for this lesson, he has never been very interested in history lessons, and he has read almost all the things in the books in his home collection.

When I was a child, I read those things as stories, as for what historical significance, what does it have to do with him?

But he was addicted to the paleontology course, which was about the legendary elves, so he still patiently did not skip class, and sat here peacefully, so that he missed the elective "Analysis of Ancient Warcraft" class next door.

"But what is the teacher talking about?The battle for the Mother Tree of Life?The Jedi counterattack of the dark elves of Kra Mountain?The life of the hard struggle of the Wood Elf Sage?"

"I'm here to listen to this, I want to hear from you about the specific appearance and body structure of the elves, as well as the survival principle of the legendary Mother Tree of Life......"

Sighing, Ferrante felt like an idiot, delaying a morning.

"This is now a clear record of the historical process of the elves, as for the development of the modern elves is still in the exploration stage, sixty-seven years ago, the elves took the initiative to send greetings to the various races in the north and south of the continent, but since then, there has been no news from the western continent. ”

"Teacher, why don't we go over and have a look?"

"That's a good question. The female teacher of the rabbit man nodded with satisfaction, "For some reason, the safety line of the Berserk Sea has been shifted, and no one can survive there except for the elves." ”

"Until now, adventurers and merchants from the north and south have not given up on the search for new safe routes, but with little success. ”

"Teacher, I heard my father say that the elves know magic, it's the kind of ...... that chirps, pops, and pulls."

The young student asked the question again, causing the class to look sideways, and even Ferrante, who was about to fall asleep, turned his head and waited for the teacher's answer.

The female rabbit teacher looked strange, then smiled and put down the teaching stick in her hand.

"When did you hear your father?"

"When sleeping. ”

"Kid, it's just a little story before going to bed, it's as beautiful and exciting as a fairy tale, okay, class!"

The teacher walked out of the classroom with the textbook and teaching stick, and the students scattered and ran out cheering.

Tomorrow is a day off, and according to the course schedule, it means that they are free this afternoon and don't have to worry about the next day's quizzes.

Ferrante packed his bag and prepared to go home alone, and contrary to the others, he had few friends here, and the task of expanding his network had long been left behind him.

This was not only because he was the son of Duke Roy Knard, but also because of his obsession with paleontology.

In the eyes of others, he was a freak, always a loner and unkind, and the best relationship with him in the academy was the great paleontological instructor, a bad old man who liked inferior ale.

In addition, the son of a duke who is in the limelight, this kind of character is inevitably not dared to be contacted casually.

After school hours, there is always a lot of fun, and groups of students pour out of the school building, running or jumping in the open space of the college, waiting for their carriages to pick them up.

The gate of the academy was already crowded and unable to move, and it took a long time for the carriages of each family to move a step.

Ferrante slung his satchel across the traffic and reached out to the main street to assemble a carriage.

His father had always advocated the cultivation of his ability to act independently, so for so many years, he rarely rode in his own carriage, and generally took this kind of rental carriage that could be used anywhere for two copper coins.

"Ferrante!"

Some muffled sound stopped him, and when he looked back, it was a dwarf trotting over.

He knew that this person, the son of the chief foundry of the Duchy of Solan, had a good personality, but he was a little fat.

"See, what did I bring you?" the dwarf boy waved the paper in his hand.

"The accompanying notes of the Ancient Warcraft Analysis Class. ”

"You guessed it!"

Ferrante nodded and beckoned him to board the carriage with him, the two families were very close, so they just stopped by.

In today's Atlanta, except for the elves, the rest of the races live in harmony.

Not only are dwarves and orcs knighted in the human realm of the Northern Continent, but there are also humans who serve as orc or dwarf leaders in the Southern Continent.

Even if all ethnic groups intermarry, as long as they are the right family, it is not unusual, but how the offspring are, it depends on the will of God.

Of course, this does not mean that there are no more racists, and most people still maintain the idea of only being united with their own people, but it is not their own business, and not many people have to force others to accept their own views.

The biggest action is nothing more than shouting in the streets and alleys about the importance of maintaining the purity of the bloodline.

The royal family and other high-ranking ethnic groups were silent and did not express their opinions clearly, but their actions were clearly biased towards the doctrine of blood purity.

"Hey, listen Ferrante, it's the first time I've listened to a lecture so seriously, just to take all the notes. ”

"I know, I know, I'll lend you the copy of "General Knowledge of Machinery" at home in a while, and your father doesn't have this book?"

"My father has always asked me to practice ironsmithing, but I think it's too boring, you know, I heard that a number of ancient books have been unearthed in the city of Avos in the Kaia Empire, which records a better means of transportation than a steam car, and now the great instructors are working on it, but there is a strange liquid, and an indescribable mechanical structure, which I have not been able to understand. ”

Ferrante flipped through the notes in the hall, ignoring the dwarven boy's self-talk.

The steam cart was so disturbing that the sound of the start could be heard two blocks away, and there were even cases of people being killed, so that only the middle class would use it, and the nobles of the upper class still preferred the luxurious carriage in the spirit of retro and etiquette.

Horse-drawn carriages drove along the stone pavement, the cries of street vendors were endless, and children with newspapers were looking around, looking for the next customer.

The dwarf guy talked all the way, not caring at all if Ferrante was listening.

"You said how prosperous the last era was, just the cultural relics unearthed today are already breathtaking. ”

Ferrante looked at the notes intently, and said casually: "Now the oldest ancient book with the longest history is kept in the great library of the Kaia Empire, and I heard that the farthest record is only 1,100 years ago, and there is only one sentence. ”

"The cultural relics and relics that can be unearthed are at least 1,500 years old, and the farthest can be traced back to 2,000 years ago, which is too far away for us to understand and trace. ”

"I heard that the elves can live up to a thousand years!"

"But there have been no elves in the north and south for hundreds of years. ”

Ferrante deliberately looked at the dwarf boy with dead fish eyes, and when he had finished speaking, he tucked the note back into his bag and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

"I'll ask someone to send it to you secretly after a while, and when I was caught, don't say I lent it to you. ”

Looking at the back of Ferrante leaving, the dwarf guy pursed his lips, this guy has a withdrawn personality in the academy, in fact, it is not what outsiders imagine, for some students who are really obsessed with learning, he is still very happy to communicate together.

It's just that people who are really obsessed with learning are stuffy gourds, and there are very few people like themselves.

Shaking his head, expecting the "General Knowledge of Machinery", the dwarf boy greeted him, and the carriage headed towards his house.