"Can the teacher always be so focused?" muttered Xiu.

"When he wants to read, nothing bothers him. Despite that book, he should have already known it by heart. "Augustine is a solution to the doubt.

"What is it? What kind of books can make teachers so engrossed? Xiu asked curiously.

"Plato's Codex."

"Plato?" Xiu seemed to suddenly remember something, "It's... It is... The Great Sage of Greece? ”

"Sort of. He was one of the three sages of Greece. In that book, there is a conversation between Plato and his teacher. ”

"Socrates...", Xiu was a little confused.

"Socrates was Plato's teacher. She is also known by some as the 'head of the Greek Three Sages'. The three Greek sages were Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. Among them, Lystotle was a student of Plato. ”

"They're all together, huh?" Xiu said in surprise.

"The description of 'together' is not accurate, but they are indeed a master-apprentice relationship, and they are inherited in one line." Augustine explains, "More importantly, the contents of the Codex were written by Plato himself. Because it's his note-taking codex, the content of the dialogue is complete. By the way, do you know what Socrates is called? ”

Xiu shook his head.

"There is no one of the best teachers among mankind."

"Why do you say that?" Xiu didn't understand.

"We, the teachers, are either teaching you how to be a believer or how to be a knight. But this Socrates teaches you how to be a good person. ”

"People?" Xiu was even more confused.

"I've said a little too much, and when you grow up, you'll understand." Augustine said with a smile.

"But I haven't seen anything about him in my books at home?"

"That's natural. Destiny doesn't want these to be made public, as they were once warriors against Honkai, and too much of their deeds are related to Honkai. The little deeds related to them are only a little bit of content in the collections of secular scholars, which has been selected by the mandate of heaven, and is deliberately circulated to support the development and exchange of scholarship. ”

"They?" It was then that he noticed Augustine's choice of words.

Augustine smiled.

"You are not like us old bones, you will not realize what a precious document the dialogue of the Greek sages is, you are still young. If you're interested, you can borrow it from Marshall. But it's good to look at it superficially, and you don't have to figure it out. ”

In fact, the consciousness is that Xiu is still too young, and he is not at the right age to read such books, and if he understands it, it will hinder his growth.

It's like the saying: 'If you don't look at the Three Kingdoms, you don't look at the Water Margin'.

Although Xiu didn't understand what Augustine meant, he knew that as long as he did it, there would be no problem.

But... The book itself is a must-read.

That's Father Marshall's favorite book. But he started to worry again. Father Marshall liked it so much, what if he accidentally damaged the book.

He Augustine spoke his doubts.

"It's okay, there's no need to worry about that." Augustine smiled and said, "The book was copied later, and now that its printing engraving has been made, even if it is damaged, just print another copy, don't worry." Besides, you shouldn't be so careless. ”

"I won't!" Repair and Guarantee Again and Again. Then he asked curiously, "What about the original?" ”

"The original is more than a thousand years old. Although it was written on sturdy parchment, it had gone through nearly 1,800 years, and no good thing could manage that long time. Finally, two hundred years ago, it was turned into powder in the library of the Mandate of Heaven and shattered in a wooden box. The original text is that two hundred years ago, when the pope was still distressed for a long time, no matter how much others persuaded him, he did not recover. Augustine smiled, "After all, this is a cultural treasure, although the content has been passed down, but the original can't be kept for too long." ”

"But I don't recommend reading this book right now." Marshall closed the page and smiled kindly, "It's too early for you." But if you want to see it, I can lend it to you. ”

"Then teacher, please lend it to me! I'd love to see what kind of book is available to keep your teacher in your hands. ”

"Okay." The priest smiled and placed the book in Xiu's hand, "This book will be given to you." ”

"This..."Xiu didn't expect the priest to give him the book, "It's too precious..."

"When someone gives you a book, you must not say no. Because books will make you walk farther. Father Marshall said, "Take it." ”

After Xiu listened, he didn't shirk it, and then thanked him.

"But what are you going to do after you give it to me, Father?" Xiu asked.

"It's the content that matters, and the book is just the carrier. I already know what is in the book, and you need it more than I do. Marshall patted Xiu's head on the head, "Have time to read a short paragraph, don't indulge in it." ”

Xiu nodded and put it away carefully.

"It's not too early, Xiu, you can go back first." Marshall turned his chair in a different direction to face the other teachers, "We still have work, you have to go back early to prepare for tomorrow's class." ”

"Hmm." Xiu obediently stood up, "Then I'll go back first, good night teachers." ”

The teachers who had already formed a circle nodded in response.

The things they discussed were unconsciously transferred from Xiu's body to other places, and Xiu didn't understand the meaning of what they said.

Since you don't understand, you don't listen.

Xiu gently opened the door and gently put it on. He was going to take a good look at the book in his hand tonight.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the teacher's office, Minahears was in a state of panic.

Chief Instructor Gerald sat in his office seat, and two Mandate Couriers were waiting outside the door to send out the official documents that had been reviewed inside.

"Uncle, put the official documents away and eat something, right?" Minai Hills couldn't help but put down the papers in front of him that made his head big and look at his uncle.

He moved a desk and a few stools in Gerald's office, and huddled here with Rodria Lilum to help Gerald sort out the papers.

But in fact, he didn't want to look at these things at all, and these things that could never be finished made his head bigger. More importantly, there was another thing that made him not feel at ease at all.

"You haven't eaten in a day!"

After the morning assessment, this man has been sitting in his office constantly reviewing official documents that can never be completed, and he has been doing it all the time, and he has not stopped to take a little rest.

From the sunny morning to the night when the candles lit, the man did not stop working even a little.

"Be quiet, you're disturbing me." Gerald's voice was impatient.

He didn't eat a bite of bread or drink a little water in the morning and noon, and his voice sounded a little muffled and hoarse.

In the evening, Minasil ordered the kitchen to make some very luxurious pasta for Gerald, only to be fed to Lilum by Gerard.

He had no appetite at all, as if his throat was choked by something, and he couldn't swallow anything.

"Uncle!" Minai Hills doesn't give up.

"Get out!" Gerard suddenly let out a roar of rage, and he couldn't help but slam his fist on the desk, breaking the entire table.

The punch was so hard that the whole room felt like an explosion, and Lilum, who was huddled in the corner to help organize the papers, shook her hands in fright, and the paper splattered all over the room.

Rodria's figure shook suddenly, and in an instant, the entire room was filled with black and white shadows.

The scattered official documents were neatly folded in his hands and slowly placed in front of the broken desk.

"Minahears, let's go out first." Rodria patted the young man on the shoulder.

Minahears looked at his uncle with some discomfort, and finally nodded to Rodria and left the office.

"Sir Gerald, please be careful." Rodria said softly. He dragged Lilum out of the office.

Gerald pressed his forehead hard.

He tried to calm himself a little more, to be a little calmer.

His face was as tight as an iron plate, and his brow was tightly locked. He now looked like a majestic and angry lion.

But the lion seemed to be wrestling with something, his body trembling, his muscles straining.

He ended up shedding a tear.

His face was as cold as iron.

There was a drawer buried by sawdust under the broken table. There are two letters inside.

One was a greeting letter from his son two months earlier, and the other was a front record that had just arrived the day before yesterday.

"Under the frantic onslaught of the Honkai forces, the Mandate of Heaven defense located in the Balkans was broken through by the Honkai, and the Sixth Knights fought alone for more than a month, suffering heavy losses and had to choose to retreat. During this period, the captain of the seventh squad, Drake Shaniyat, led more than 40 knights under his command to break the rear. It was finally confirmed that the entire army was destroyed. In this battle, the Sixth Knights lost more than 700 people, eight knight captains were killed, and the commander of the Sixth Knights was imprisoned in prison..."