Ian Gertel finally couldn't shake off the temptation, and he asked Mu Yan if he could bring it back, but this time Mu Yan vetoed it.

What are you kidding, the base camp of the Silver Candle Society is not in Jialan Academy, and this head ring is also fake, it is still in the form of 1+6 magic patterns, and it will be an explosion when you take it back to study.

The senior advisor of the Horn of Kane's Demonic Pattern is still an algorithmist, and Gawain himself is also a swordsman in the half-step realm, with a tough body, and can blow up several times without dying. But that group of old professors can really die in an explosion, it is simply to bury the past and future of Jialan and even mankind, Mu Yan doesn't want such a damned thing to happen......

Ian didn't have any idea about this, on the contrary, the old professor was a little ashamed.

After all, Kane's Horn made such a mess as analyzing other people's works privately and causing experimental accidents, and he wouldn't be at ease if he was to change it, so he said goodbye and left.

He's going to go back and talk about it.

Seeing off the two of them, Mu Yan didn't stay long, turned around and went to the newspaper office.

Compared to the workshop in Cape of Kane, the workshop is very small, but it is better than empty, so it looks quite spacious.

The device is running automatically, the broom sweeps the ground, and the mop follows it closely.

The trimmed rune template glowed with a green glow, and a self-flying quill pen scribbled one flower character after another on it. Next to the slate is a self-turning manuscript, which automatically flies up, crumples into a ball, and jumps into the paper basket after each page is written.

All of this flows smoothly and presents a special beauty.

Hedwig, the silly bird, stood on the table, glowing white as the source of energy for the spirit-possessed products in the room.

When the stencil is printed, the Silly Bird will rub the paper page by page on the stencil, and then step on the lower right corner to print the exclusive logo of "Bignus".

If the people of the Silver Candle Society saw this, they would probably be crazy, the technology they had been studying for so long and could not achieve was easily implemented by others here, and even higher than their expectations...... But Mu Yan didn't dare to let them see it, so he let the stupid bird stay here, and as soon as there was a stir, it would be destroyed cleanly, and it would not be possible to restore the scene if it wasn't for Kanlosh in his second life.

He's here to add something to tomorrow's paper. In addition to the story serialization, there has to be a bit of surprise.

As for what should be exploded, isn't this morning's "tremor" just right?

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On April 12, before dawn, the entrance of the newsstand was crowded with people.

It can be seen that they are all looking forward to the new story.

Although Jialan's magic technology is advanced, and Luokan's per capita strength is also magical, this cannot change the empty nature of their spiritual life.

After all, when survival and becoming stronger take up all of life, not many people care about "entertainment" that deviates from the main theme - or not too many people take it seriously. Without the low-class infrastructure of "entertainment", no matter how much the upper-class aristocracy coveted pleasure, it could not make cultural undertakings flourish. This is also one of the things that is very different from the earth.

People who get the newspaper generally don't check it for the first time, but carefully put it away and leave contentedly, reading it with a sense of ritual without distraction.

An hour passed quickly, and in a rush and a whining voice, the students in the queue left in a huff.

Deres was one of the first to get the newspaper, and when he walked into the classroom, he habitually picked a window seat, but before he could sit down, he was tapped on the shoulder.

"De, Deles, can you watch it together?"

The one who spoke was a fair little fat man, tall and tall, but with a shy personality opposite to his body type.

Dreis remembered this guy, the second fat guy to stand up after him in the hearing classroom that day.

"Okay, let's do it together." He said cheerfully.

"Great!"

The little fat man was excited, and then Hula stood up from behind him, and Dridge almost jumped in fright.

Only then did he notice that he was covered by the other party's tall body, and there were such a bunch of people in the blind spot.

"So many people...... "Dreis saw that the teacher had come in in the distance, "then wait for the end of class?" ”

"No problem!"

"Praise you, Deres Classmate!"

"Thank you for your generosity!"

Dreas smiled and put away the newspaper for the time being.

Being disturbed by this, Dereis's mind was basically on the newspaper, and he only saw Mr. Philip's mouth opening and closing during the whole class, but he didn't actually hear a word.

He looked around and found that not only himself, but almost everyone else in the classroom was like this, looking anxious, but the strict classroom order made them dare not desert in behavior, at most their thoughts ran away.

As soon as the class ended, the group was as energetic as a dead worm resurrected.

Dreis spread out the newspaper and spread it on the table, and it was suddenly crowded with people.

Fortunately, this small newspaper has its own background light, so people can see it from any angle.

Soon, they were caught up in the story.

In the last story, the Lancaster siblings had an affair, and the king's cough came from the bedroom, and the two were scared half to death......

But after waiting with bated breath for a moment, the king's loud snoring came from the room.

It turned out that this was just a false alarm, and the sister and brother suddenly relaxed again and began to do what they should do.

In the middle of the good deed, the chief of the guard suddenly picked up his own sister, who naturally hung on him, but she never expected that her bold brother would come to the house quietly with her, standing on the side of the king's bed!

"When she found herself inside, Cersei felt a great deal of fear.

If this is discovered by the king, it will be a trivial matter to kill the head! This is going to affect the Lancaster family!

"Y-uh-huh......"

As soon as Cersei spoke, her mouth was gagged, and Jaime's stubble pierced her skin, and the heavy masculine aura quickly calmed the panic, followed by the irritation of betrayal and fear.

It was a long time before she was able to breathe freely, when Jaime whispered in her ear:

"How about we go next to that dead fat pig, where he usually sleeps with you."

"No, no, you can't...... I'm still a queen......"

"You are also my love, my dear sister."

Jaime seemed determined to do so, and stubbornly carried her to the bedside. Cersei gritted her teeth and tried not to make a sound......

The moonlight shone in through the window, and the combined figures of the two were elongated, like a wriggling black ghost hand, laid on the sleeping king.

……」

After reading the first short paragraph, everyone couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

"Poor king."

"These two people are too ...... too"

"Read on! There's so much more to read! ”

With a slight urge, Dres moved the right side to the middle.

……

This is only a small episode, the king does not realize that he is wearing a hat, and the story continues.

With a twist of the pen, he came to the northern border of the kingdom.

The north is cold and desolate, and the Duke of Stoker, who accompanied the king in his rebellion, is stationed here. He has three sons and two daughters, each of whom has a snowwolf as a pet and grows up with them.

The perseverance and unity of the Snowwolf is also the emblem of the Stoke family, representing the determination and perseverance of the Stoke people to protect the north.

At this time, the king visited the north with a mighty procession, and the two old friends, who had fought side by side, met again.

The two hugged warmly, patted each other's chests, lamented the ruthlessness of the years, and then talked about some romantic stories of the year as if no one was around.

"This is a real king."

I don't know who sighed with such a sentence.

"To make the old friend who was with him so desperately guarding the frontier, and there are no complaints, it shows that he is a real king."

"Uh-huh...... That's right. ”

"Maybe he also knew about the queen's cheating, but he was just too lazy to deal with it."

"It's time to turn around, I have a hunch that there will be a story in Winterfell."

Crash

Dreas turns the pages of the newspaper, and the other side cuts the camera to another character.

That is, Tyrion Lancaster, the deformed son of our siblings.

People privately called him "Little Devil" as a way to mock his short stature.

But he is a person who likes to read and think, and at the same time he has a kind of optimism that ordinary people do not have, and it is this optimism that makes him live a very nourishing life with a deformed body.

"'My legs are too short and my head is too big, so this head fits me perfectly. With it I know what I can and can't do, and it's my weapon.

I can't wield a sword, I can't even tame a warhorse, but I have a brain, and I read a lot of books, and I keep my thoughts clear and sharp, like a swordsman sharpening his weapon.

Our difference, however, is that after the unification of the Seven Realms, many swordsmen gave up polishing their weapons, slept on women's bellies, and indulged in the smell of perfume—just as the Dragonborn Targaryen no longer sharpened his minions, but snoozed on the Iron Throne. And I'm always reading, so my weapons are still sharp. ’

The little devil said.

I love this character.

Deres couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he felt that he had something in common with the other party.

At this time, the bell rang for class, and although Deres couldn't bear it, he still closed the newspaper, and there were suddenly dejected voices around him.

"Oh no, just saw the highlights......"

"Please, Dres, take a look again."

Deres couldn't help but smile wryly, "But ......"

He poked his head out and glanced at the podium......

Wait, Teacher Philip isn't there?

"Ahem...... I am here. ”

Someone at the back of the crowd coughed unnaturally, and everyone turned around, only to find that Mr. Philip had also come in with an embarrassed expression.

He looked around the classroom and noticed that the students were gathered in twos and threes, almost everyone had just broken away from the story, and there was still reluctance on their faces.

"So be it...... I'll lend you five minutes, but then you'll have to pay it back. ”

Suddenly let out cheers.

"Hooray! Long live Mr. Philip! ”

Philip himself couldn't help but be a little confused, but when he looked back on it, he felt very incredible.

First, he was shocked that he would do such an incredible thing, and second, he had never felt so close to his students.

That's right, it's the distance of the heart.

He could sense what they were thinking, and he knew what he was going to say......

It was a subtle feeling, but it made him feel comfortable, and for the first time he felt that he was dealing with a group of creatures that could communicate.

Well...... This may seem disparaging to this group of students, but it is actually true.

Philip, who was in charge of the Geography, was an experienced scout himself, having traveled to many places and mapped almost half of Lokan......

But that doesn't mean he has a lot of teaching experience.

Since he retired from the military department and came to Jialan to teach, he has lived a boring life almost every day, just like the dry food he eats when he sleeps in the wilderness.

Because of his cold military temperament, few students in his class make small moves, but he doesn't know that most of the people's minds are not on the content he teaches......

It was the first time he felt so close to a student, and he was inevitably a little moved.

Five minutes is short, but it's enough for the students to read the rest of the story, after all, 1/4 of the page is occupied by another story, and everyone just sees that the story is over and doesn't waste time.

Philip walked up to the podium and looked at the eyes still immersed in the story, and he thought about it, and changed the opening line for the first time in several years.

"I wonder which character you like more in the second chapter of the story?"

In an instant, all the fugue eyes returned.

It also comes with a ticket for students who stand up.

There is no such thing as raising a hand in Jialan's class, and you can say whatever you want immediately, and sometimes you don't even have to stand up.

But in previous classes, no one did this unless he named him.

Philip couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Stop, stop, it's not really a question. I'm just trying to talk about how I feel.

"My favourite character is 'Little Monster' Tyrion, and I love what he said to Kit Harrington, Duke Stoke's illegitimate son, 'If you can ride on the back of a dragon, even a stunted, deformed, and twisted ugly boy can see the world.'" I remembered a dream I had when I was a child, when I was the weakest child in the village, and they all said that I would never be able to leave the village for the rest of my life, but I didn't think so. I want to go out not only from the village, but also out of Jialan, out of the plain of herding horses, I want to go to the southernmost wasteland to see the giants, I want to go to the highlands of the far north to meet the orcs, and I want to go to the endless sea to see the legendary sea tribe......"

"Have you made your dream come true, teacher?" A student asked.

"Of course."

Philip straightened his chest.

"I made it happen, and it took me twenty years, from fifteen to thirty-five. One of the best times for a man is spent chasing his dreams, and I feel that my life has been completed. So, what about you guys? Everyone has a dream, and we are not getting farther and farther away from it, but inadvertently forgetting it.

"What about you? Do you remember your dreams? I believe that each of you originally dreamed of 'stepping into Jialan Academy', but after this dream is realized, shouldn't you give yourself a further goal and run towards it?

"It's like Tyrion's dream, he wants to ride on the back of a dragon. He should never forget, because he lives in the sneering eyes of others and will never forget. ”

The students were silent for a long time, each with a different light in their eyes.

"Alright, let's start today's lesson......"