Godwin Orlando walked down the streets on the east side of the Mage Quarter, pedestrians passing him.

The old scholar from the royal capital stopped and looked around at the land that was still quite alien to him, and the people who lived on it were full of vitality and life.

He sighed softly.

This is an incredible land, he has never doubted this - as early as when he was in the royal capital, he has frequently heard news from the south, that the legendary pioneer duke led 800 people to gain a foothold in the Dark Mountains, and this fact itself can already be described as "incredible", so from that time he knew that as long as this land could survive in peace, then this place must be incredible.

So from then on, he often wanted to come here and see for himself how this frontier took root in the Dark Mountains, which was his instinct as a scholar, not only because of his passion for studying the epic legends of Gawain Cecil, but also because of his curiosity about the unknown.

It is often said that history is the study of the "known", but Godwin never thought so, he was used to discovering the unknown from history, discovering things that had never been discovered, and he believed that only those who can turn the unknown into the known can be considered a true scholar.

So now he's here, he's set foot on this land for himself, and he's found it as he wants it to be—this land is incredible.

It is not like a pioneer that has only been established for a year, the "machines" here roar all night, the buildings here are tall and neat, the streets are neat and orderly, open defecation is forbidden, the creation of wealth by labor is encouraged, and the people here - the proud and decent Cecil Yo are even more energetic and industrious than many of the citizens he has seen in the wealthy districts of the royal capital.

He could hardly believe that these people were a group of refugees last year.

But it is this incredulity that makes this royal capital scholar who likes to explore the unknown feel prohibitive.

He didn't know how the land had come to be where it was today, but he knew that there was a very different set of "rules" from the social order he knew, where the boundaries between commoners and nobles were blurred, where the boundaries between ordinary and extraordinary were no longer so clear, where mud legs could go to school to read and write, where craftsmen with no magical talent were using magic to complete their work, where Cecil was so prosperous, but occasionally, Godwin felt like it was an incomprehensible and chaotic dream— Nowhere is this feeling more pronounced than at this moment.

He sighed and continued his steps towards the apartment building assigned to him.

He knew that he had not been able to complete the task of the lord, and he knew that it was entirely his own problem, he really did not know the common sense of farming and craftsmanship, but it was no problem for him to write such things as market price changes, news inside and outside the territory, the only thing he needed to do was to learn to describe those things in the vulgar and rudimentary language of commoners, and even learn to think like them, but for a person from the royal capital, with good cultivation and inheritance, Even for scholars who have a part of the bloodline of the nobility, it is not so easy to do.

"Mr. Orlando, Mr. Orlando, please stop."

A somewhat familiar voice came from behind him, and Godwin Orlando finally noticed and stopped, and when he looked back, he saw a tall, thin young man with messy curly hair walking towards him.

He was stunned, straightened his expression, and regained his spirits—as a man with a surname, he had to maintain his image in front of those who also had a surname: "Good afternoon, Mr. Santis Said." ”

He was very polite, although Santis was a complete commoner, and he had a bit of noble blood himself, but Santis also had the status of a second-level arcanist, and the rank of transcendent and nobility were equivalent in many cases, so even if Santis was much younger than him, he had to be polite enough.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Orlando," Santis nodded to the old gentleman, and then asked curiously, "have you just returned from your lordship?" I heard that the lord ordered you to write a new kind of reading, how is the situation? ”

Godwin sighed in frustration: "Well, to tell you the truth, I disappointed the lord. ”

"How so?" Santis was taken aback, "You're a famous grammar expert!" Is it too difficult for the lord to give you something? ”

"Quite the opposite......" Godwin sighed, and then told him all about what he had experienced today—he really needed to confide it to someone, and Santis, who had a mild-mannered personality and was not a transcendent person, and was a commoner, was obviously a suitable person to talk to.

After listening to Godwin's words, Santis was silent for a moment, he had figured everything out, and after a short thought, he made an invitation to Godwin: "Mr. Orlando, if you have free time, would you like to come and audit a lecture in my class?" ”

"Auditing?" Godwin was stunned for a moment, he knew what Santis was doing here - the second-level arcanist didn't follow Rebecca as a researcher under the Department of Magical Technology like the other transcendents, but instead worked as a teacher in the general academy, teaching rune lessons to a group of civilian children, and he knew that several younger maesters had also gone to that school to give lectures to other civilians.

In all fairness, Godwin was a little dismissive of this, but the young bachelors seemed to be friends with Santis, so he also expressed understanding, but he didn't expect that Santis would invite him to the lecture.

"It's a change of mood," Santis smiled gently, "and the kids are very friendly." ”

Godwin's mind was confused, and he agreed in a vague way, and by the time he realized it, he had already walked into the General Academy, into the classroom.

He was led by Santis and found a chair at the back of the classroom to sit on, while many children, large and small, were running around the classroom, playing hide and seek between the desks and chairs, shouting on the windowsill - all of them were neatly dressed in new clothes, but Godwin knew that they were all commoners.

They are really uneducated.

The children finally noticed the stranger in the classroom, and they cast a pair of curious glances, Godwin felt awkward in these sights, he thought that these civilian children might be going to pounce on him and pull his beard or pull his clothes in the next second—but nothing happened, the children just looked at themselves from a distance with some curiosity and caution, and even if a few approached, they just stood honestly next to them.

Godwin craned his neck to say hello to the children, but first he saw something on the wall at the back of the classroom—just behind him, a flat "cement" wall, the entire wall covered in patterns.

It was painted with some kind of colored "paint", but it was certainly not the expensive paint used to paint icons in churches, it was not very colorful, and it showed a cheap taste, but the picture painted by these paints made Godwin's eyes widen.

It is a field of wheat with tall towers and imposing walls around it, and in the background of the picture, a silhouette of a dark mountain range can be seen.

It was a view from somewhere outside the territory.

Godwin had never seen such a painting, but he was amazed by the fineness of the painting, and he muttered to himself, "It's incredible......"

Then a boy next to him suddenly shouted, "This is what I painted!" ”

Godwin looked in amazement, and he saw a child with a dirty face pointing at him proudly, and then the child pointed to the girl next to him, who looked rather quiet, "And Sister Pea, we both drew together!" ”

The quiet girl smiled shallowly and did not speak, but other children next to her shouted: "The two of them are on duty this week!" ”

"Duty student"? What do you mean?

Godwin was full of questions, but before he could ask, a bell rang out from outside the classroom.

As if by magic, the children who had been messing around the classroom a second before immediately ran to their seats, and in just a few seconds, everyone was in their places, and the classroom fell silent.

Godwin watched in amazement, the change so fast that he didn't even react, and then he saw Santis walk up to the podium.

The second-level arcanist placed his teaching tools on the large table on the podium, looked around the classroom, and said, "Now for the roll call. Say 'to' when you call your name, or raise your hand. ”

When the word "raise your hand" was spoken, the eyes of several children fell on the very quiet girl.

Santis began to roll call.

One by one, the names of the children were called, and one by one the children responded, and there was hardly any sound in the classroom except for the roll call and the answer.

Godwin's eyes widened as he watched it all, and suddenly, he knew what he was surprised about.

Order.

An indescribable order lies in these commoner-born, uneducated, ignorant children, in this classroom.

This kind of order he had never seen even in the royal capital.

This kind of order is completely different from the social rules determined by the so-called "class division" and "hierarchy", and it is a purer and more absolute order.

It's like toothed steel.

Santis finished the roll call, and all but one of the children were here, and the second-level arcanist nodded, then opened the textbook in his hand.

"So let's start today's lesson. In the previous lesson, we will learn how the spell model is transformed into a magic circle, and the formation of rune knots in this transformation process.

"First of all, we need to have a rough understanding of the history of magic circles......"

There was a sound of chairs shaking from the back of the classroom.

Godwin Orlando nearly slipped to the ground after figuring out the lessons these civilian kids were exposed to.