If you don't experience it with your own eyes and see it with your own eyes, even if you have the memory of Gawain Cecil, it will be difficult for Gawain to understand why the world is mired in the quagmire of civilization regression, and why, after so many years, civilization has not only not warmed up in the slightest, but has shown signs of rigidity and retreat.

A research manuscript, four masters before and after, decades of accumulation and study, summarization, produced enough to pry the world pattern, but almost ruined in the hands of the stale powerhouse of this era, Jenny and her predecessors may be rare talents, but their encounters are not uncommon in this world.

There is a typical example: on the land of a nobleman, a serf suddenly thinks of a good way to manage the land, or discovers a problem with the tax collector, and he decides to tell his lord about his discovery, then what will be the result?

Many would have thought that the serf would be punished for tampering with the lord's property or slandering the tax collector, but this was often not the case—because they could not reach the lord at all, and they would not be able to speak their minds.

The punishment they face is often something else – how dare you step on the courtyard of a nobleman with your bare feet that have stepped on horse manure!

What if he was wearing shoes?

Then they will also be dragged away by the guards - you even have shoes?! What a steal!

Obviously, no one from beginning to end cared what this serf had discovered, and no one would know what he really wanted to say, and as a serf, he was not guilty of his words, he was convicted of his breath.

Serfs were not yet eligible to be convicted for their words.

It's a social ecology that is incomprehensible to people from modern civilized society, it's ridiculous, stupid, weird, pathetic – but true.

Did Jenny and Raven Keys' research pay off? Of course, although those superficial and primitive theories have not yet been sorted out, there will be situations where real phenomena cannot be explained, and even major practical errors will occur, but at least most of the time, those formulas are valid, otherwise Jenny would not be able to become a fourth-level runemaster: as a rune master who only has the ability to cast spells at the apprentice level, she can only rely on the formulas and logic summarized by three generations of predecessors.

Is Jenny's mentor really stupid? Of course not, at least intellectually, it is impossible for a great magician to be stupid, and a stupid person cannot master complex spell models and rune calculations, so that great magician must be a person with high intelligence.

The ultimate tragedy was not that there was a problem with the notebook, nor that Jenny's "mentor" was so stupid that he could not see the value of the notebook, but that the latter did not pay attention to the notebook at all, and he did not even pay attention to Jenny, but only to his own slaves doing things that were out of order, just like the nobleman in the story who whipped the serf for stepping barefoot into the courtyard.

Gawain walked on the road, his thoughts did not stop, and he found that the situation was indeed as he expected: the world had reached the time when it could be changed, whether it was a technological or ideological breakthrough, there had been a great accumulation, and in a small number of low-class groups, such changes were happening, and even had already happened - they were quietly produced and quietly ended, and the powerlessness of the change group led to the fact that those things that should be epoch-making could not spread upwards at all, and the so-called change of the era was impossible to talk about. And that's the crux of the world.

But the situation did not make him happy, as he expected.

God knows how many geniuses like Jenny are being crushed in that stale quagmire, buried, consumed, sacrificed, just like Raven Keys!

And before his plan comes true and changes this status quo completely, how many people will not wait for the day when they will catch a glimpse of the dawn?

He returned to his tent with a slightly heavy heart, and as soon as he entered, he saw the little maid Betty squatting beside his desk: the little girl must have just finished cleaning the place, and her clothes looked dusty, but she did not notice it, but squatted quietly on the ground, and practiced writing with the little twig on the ground.

It wasn't until Gawain approached that Betty woke up, she looked up, and hurriedly got up: "Master! ”

Looking at this innocent little girl, Gao Wen inexplicably felt that his somewhat depressed mood was slowly relieved, and he gently pressed Betty's hair: "Didn't I give you a set of stationery?" Why are you still writing with branches here? ”

Betty blinked, as if a little shy: "I...... I don't write well, I always make mistakes, and I worry about wasting ink and paper. I want to practice on the floor first, and when I can write the letters correctly, I can use ink and paper to ......."

Gawain opened his mouth a little unexpectedly, he wanted to tell the other party that although the territory could not produce paper and ink now, it was actually not short of money at all, and it was much more convenient to purchase things from Tanzania Town after the wharf on the banks of the Baishui River was built, but after thinking about it, he just smiled and shook his head, and also found a small wooden stick from the side and squatted down next to Betty.

"You're holding the pen in the wrong way – while writing on the ground with a stick is not the same as writing on paper with a pen, if you want to write well, you still have to practice holding the pen first."

As he spoke, he took Betty's hand and guided the little girl to hold the "pen" in her hand in the correct way and write letters on the ground.

"You don't have to work too hard, writing is not the same as working, you can't write well with a lot of strength, but you will tremble if you have too much strength."

"It's okay to write slowly, you just learned, take your time."

Betty was engrossed in learning, her eyes sparkling, the little maid who had always been known for her clumsy and reckless image, but now she was seriously like a different person, she was so engrossed that she didn't even bother to wipe the tiny beads of sweat oozing from the tip of her nose.

Gawain let go of his hand and watched as the little girl slowly spelled out the letters, and wrote a few slightly crooked words on the ground: "Betty...... Like...... Over here. ”

When she finally wrote a complete sentence, the little girl looked very happy, and she raised her head and looked at Gawain with sparkling eyes: "It's done." ”

Gawain looked at the little girl's shining eyes: "Do you like it here?" ”

"Well," Betty nodded vigorously, then thought about it for a moment before nodding vigorously, "I like it." ”

"Why?"

"Because everybody is a good person, Miss Rebecca, Mrs. Herty, and you, and Miss Amber, and Philip and Byron, and everyone who works outside, Old Man Gordon, Old Man Hammer, and Norris, ......" Betty said, wringing her fingers, as if to tell everyone she could remember by name, and at last she stopped, "Everyone is very nice, and everyone loves this place." ”

"Do you like it too?"

"Hmmm! When everyone finished their work and chatted, they all said that the master was a ...... How to put it, he is a strong and upright noble lord, as long as he says his promises, he will definitely fulfill them, and he can go to the battlefield to protect everyone, and most importantly, he can also feed everyone. ”

Gawain didn't pick up.

The territory is not yet self-sufficient in food, and now whether it is food, meat or other non-staple food, it is actually purchased from Tanzania, and it is spent on the treasure house in the mountains, but for those civilians who only expect to have enough to eat, they do not see any difference in this.

According to Norris, as long as you wait for the Frost Moon, the first batch of fast-growing crops can be harvested quickly under the ripening of the druid's spells, and then the food in the territory will not be a problem.

Let everyone have enough to eat, and in this era it is enough to gain loyalty.

Betty didn't hear Gawain's reply, but she didn't care, because she had already lowered her head again and began to practice writing, looking at the little girl with a look of devotion, Gawain suddenly asked very seriously: "Betty, do you want to go to school?" ”

The little maid didn't react at once: "Go to school? What to learn? ”

"Reading and writing, computing, history, and maybe even ...... Runes and magic arrays," Gawain said slowly, "Runes and magic that ordinary people can learn, believe me, there will be." ”

Betty thought carefully and lowered her head: "I can't learn, they say I'm stupid." ”

"Do you want to learn?"

“…… I think, but who's going to cook? ”

"You can study when you have free time, like two hours before going to bed at night," Gawain laughed, "as long as you want to learn, there will always be time." ”

This time, Betty was left with nothing left to nod.

However, the two did not continue on this topic, because it was soon time to prepare dinner, and Betty, who was the cook, heard the sound of a brass bell ringing outside, so she quickly got up and put away her twigs, bowed to Gawain, and ran out quickly.

It wasn't until Betty's figure disappeared outside the tent curtain that Gawain turned his head slightly and said to the seemingly empty tent pillars, "Come out, how long are you going to stay there?" ”

The air writhed slightly, and Amber's figure appeared out of thin air, leaning against the pillars of the tent with a deep look of surprise on her face: "How did you find me?" How long have you found me? ”

"I've seen it since you were just leaning against the pillar and secretly grimacing at me," Gawain glanced at the half-elf angrily, "I know you're confident in your stealth skills, but it's a bit of an insult to my IQ to stand with such a big grin in broad daylight without shadow shadowing, right?" Do you think knights have poor perception? ”

"Cut, I thought you were so focused on teaching that little girl how to write that you wouldn't notice it at all." Amber pursed her lips and muttered, then sat down on the desk next to Gawain, and then sat there without saying a word, just looking at Gawain with straight eyes, and after a while the latter looked furry.

"What are you looking at?" Gawain couldn't help but speak, "Something on my face?" ”

"You're such a strange ...... Aristocrat. Amber burst out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

"It's nothing," said Miss Half-Elf, waving her hand, "I'm just curious, you said you wanted everyone to read and count...... Isn't that a joke? ”

"Why are you kidding?" Gawain laughed, "Not only is it no joke, but I want you to call Hetty and Rebecca right now, and I'm going to talk to them about it." ”