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Because of Mor Amethyst's identity, he could look at the two guests in front of him without any scruples.

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that they were the same type as the not-so-easy students he had encountered before, who needed to turn a blind eye. Among them, the name Moshi Toyo is especially (Mor can only silently pray that the son of the Firebird family will not be too arrogant, after all, he really has nothing to do with a child from that kind of family).

"Your magic. The elder coughed and said to Mo Shi, "I have read in His Majesty's letter of recommendation that your magic is a special blessing from the gods, and that you are not the same as ordinary people—it seems that it is. ”

Thanks to the King!

In his heart, Moshi raised his arms in praise of Manka Golden Lion.

"I'd love to audit the magic classes at the Spinel Academy. Mo Shi replied. At this time, he seemed very deferential again, as if he did not want to contradict anyone.

"That's, that's good. "I think there's something I have to say. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Speak. ”

"Listen, kids. "I think you may all be accustomed to living in your own land, where your behaviour is regulated, but generally free." But this is different, this is a college, a place where many doctors and students gather, so there must be strict rules to teach...... I hope that you will be more humble and polite in the future, and that you will not cause trouble. ”

Moshi looked like he wanted to refute, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Dino found himself unhappy either.

"I'm not going to punish you this time. Please repent to God and read more of the Holy Scriptures. Mahor Amethyst lifted the ring of the empty chakra on her chest and silently made a gesture of blessing, "May you find wisdom and peace in this place." ”

Seeing the elder's helpless expression, Dino felt a little sorry again.

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Because of this unpleasant incident that happened the day before, Mo Shi and Dino finally decided to tear down the dormitory room of the Spinel Academy and temporarily live together in the mansion that the king had given to Mo Shi.

Dino had enough servants to clean the mansion to a decent extent.

The mansion was not far from the Spinel Academy, about a quarter of an hour by horse-drawn carriage, and of course faster on horseback, but because of the crowded and narrow streets of the city, Moshi and Dino tended to walk.

They arrive at the academy at 7 a.m. every morning (24-hour count) to do morning prayer with the rest of the students. Then you can choose the morning class freely, go to the cafeteria for lunch, and then start your afternoon studies. At about half past three in the afternoon, they set off to return to the mansion.

The rules of study and life made Mo Shi quickly calm down.

The rhythm was comfortable, and even though he didn't fully agree with all of the learning, didn't have any connection with the students around him, and didn't even have much respect for the teacher—still, the fixed rhythm made him comfortable, with a certain aesthetic meaning, stubborn, and long-lasting.

And there are still some people there who he admires, and the will to pursue the truth and insist on true knowledge is embodied in the human body, and it will always move people's hearts.

As for Dino Firefinch, the boy had never been with so many of his peers for so long before, and he quickly found a few friends who liked each other, and he quickly discerned what he was good at and what he was not good at.

Although the young man with the surname Goldmane and his henchmen treated them extremely unkindly, to be honest, Mo Shi could have turned a blind eye to this without substantial harm. Mo Shi still didn't know the other party's name for months, but when he was hit on the shoulder in the hallway, he would be surprised for a moment by the other party's chick.

The child of the Blue Temple has not been seen around here again. Recently, Mo Shi has not seen any excessive bullying.

- All in all, for Moshi, it's clear that relationships aren't the point. Unlike those children born into aristocratic families, he was a scholar rather than a politician at heart.

And Mo Shi is indeed experiencing many difficulties in his studies now:

First, his mastery of language and writing is still unlikely to be comparable to that of other snowwalkers, some pronunciations are still difficult for him to this day (like tones are to Europeans, small tongues are to Chinese), and some proper nouns are difficult to remember.

Second, there are always many common sense errors in what the professor teaches, such as "the world is a big ship floating in the sea, around which the sun, moon and stars revolve", "women have one less spine than men, which is why they are shorter", "bile makes people stupid and mean"...... Etcetera.

In order not to become an outlier, Moshi had to suppress the desire to refute - he knew very well how many scientists had been burned at the stake in order to prove these simple theories. Human progress is a long history of ignorance.

Thirdly, the Hyars (especially the Hyars of the White Academy) were disdainful of studying herbalism, but Moshi was interested in it, and he needed to develop medicine with a clear understanding of the herbs. As a result, Mo Shi had to go to the Blue House to study with them, and Mo Shi had to resist the silent pressure from his teachers and classmates, and he was also regarded as an outlier in the Blue Temple.

Fourth, he found himself unable to perform magic that should have been very simple:

Looking at the parchment in front of me made it hard and unable to bend easily. Then the old sorcerer began to patiently tell them how to concentrate their minds, even the pronunciation of the mantra.

Moshi did exactly what he had taught, but the paper was still as soft as ever.

At first, he didn't quickly realize why this was, so he tried repeatedly, even directly using the mantra in the language of his hometown in his memory, but it still didn't work at all. Then, he finally understood: it was because of the seal.

The seal contained all the spells he had ever mastered.

This means that he can't get them again by studying.

Only to promote civilization, only that.

This is a massive curse exclusive to Mostone.

-

At first everything went smoothly, and they lived according to the old rhythms within the guidelines.

The gears of the giant clock turn from moment to moment, spring and summer pass, and then the vague autumn passes, marked by a blizzard that barely makes it possible to see the view across the street.

The winter here is very long, but snowwalkers still shorten the winter months to three or four months, and deliberately separate spring and autumn, which are not much different from winter.

After the blizzard started to arrive, it was no longer easy for Moshi to follow the schedule. He wasn't able to endure the cold like other snowwalkers. His fingers began to develop frostbite, but since he had to write with a pen in the midst of many people, he was inevitably reluctant to take off his gloves, and his studies became more and more painful.

Eventually, the heavy snow left Moshi and Dino with no choice but to move to the academy.

Another week passed, and an even more terrible blizzard followed.

The courtyard was clogged up by a blizzard, and snowflakes piled up all the way to the crack of the door, turning into ice water and flowing into the house under the action of the fire.

After that night, the young people, with their will and physical effort, pushed the door and went out through the thick snow to the prayer hall for morning prayer.

However, many did not arrive in time.

Because they found the son of the Duke of Goldmane in the courtyard. The young man fell in the snow, bruised and bruised, and the jeweled necklace around his neck sank in the snow. He had apparently been dead for a long time.