"Follow the time" was originally the characteristic and privilege of the aristocracy, because only the nobility had the tools and methods to accurately calculate the time, whether it was a magic timer or a mechanical clock from the dwarven kingdom, it was not available to the common people, so the nobles also regarded "following the time" as a part of the upper class, and regarded it as a ritual and rule, while the commoners simply relied on the sun and stars to roughly judge the time, and arrange their own production activities accordingly, which was the norm in any noble realm other than Cecil's domain.

However, in Cecil's territory, everyone's life will strictly follow the "time", when to start work, when to finish work, when to start the canteen, when to start the night school, everything has a precise time scale, from the territorial officials to the common people.

This is the change brought about by Gawain, a change made in order to reverse the chaotic, primitive and inefficient production model, only accurate timetables can ensure that the factory can run smoothly, and only accurate timetables can make people realize the importance of efficiency. At first, many commoners were puzzled by this demand, and it was only because of the great prestige of the lord himself that they followed the new rules in ignorance, but now, the word "punctuality" has become a not too unfamiliar word in the territory, and even children understand the need for punctuality.

Because they have to come to school on time – earlier than adults, study longer, and be more demanding.

Gawain has not yet implemented a full-time school, so the children of Cecil Territory currently spend half of the day at home helping their parents, and after lunch, they must report to the "Cecil General Academy" in the southern part of the territory.

It was a brand new school made of bricks and cement, and its main building was the most imposing and largest building in the territory except for the factories, and the flag of Cecil's domain was fluttering in the school square, and the huge and majestic Cecil and Ansu insignia were printed on the walls—Gawain firmly believed that a sense of honor and belonging must be cultivated from an early age, and that it was more important for children to develop this understanding early than adults whose worldview had been solidified. Moreover, the distinctive and majestic school logo also helped to increase the enthusiasm of the lords to "enroll": it would be a great honor for many people to receive an education arranged by the lord in such a magnificent facility.

Even if they don't feel honored, Gawain has to instill in them the idea that it's honorable to do so.

Evening school for adults starts in the evening, while children come to school in the afternoon, where they study until the sun goes down, then have a free dinner with the teachers (this dinner is also one of the motivations for many adults to send their children to school), and after dinner, they continue to study until the end of the evening school for adults and go home with their parents.

Adults' thinking is solidified, and it has become quite difficult to accept new knowledge, so Gao Wen's requirement for most adult workers in the territory is to be able to read and count, at least in the factory, they can understand the operation instructions on the machine, but children are precious "blank paper", they have not had time to be numb by life, and they can also accept flexible new ideas and new knowledge, so Gao Wen has always attached great importance to the education of children.

At the beginning of the establishment of the territory, there were almost no children in the town, because most of the people who fled from the old Cecil Territory were sturdy adults, and although women and children were evacuated first, most of the weaker children did not survive due to the erosion of the demon tide - it was not until several population expansions that the Cecil Territory finally had a minor generation again, with slaves who were sold with their parents (these children and their descendants would have been slaves for generations if it were not for Gawain's emancipation system), There are also homeless people who have been rescued by Joan and Tom, and these children are arranged to come to the academy every day, even if they have to live in a buffer camp with their parents.

Today, they're adding a special new course.

Santis Said nervously arranged his clothes in the faculty office, which was austere but had a one-man tall mirror, and above it was a motto that the lord had given to the faculty of the academy: "Be a mirror."

Santis straightened out his somewhat old robes, a little clumsily smoothing out the folds on the robes, and he saw the proverb above the mirror: there was wisdom in the lord's words, but he didn't quite understand why this sentence was here, but he was more worried about whether he would be able to cope with this first lesson than he understood it.

Is it really possible for him to teach a group of poor children knowledge that even the children of rich merchants and knights may not necessarily learn?

He had served as a tutor for merchants or minor nobles, the children of wealthy men who were more or less "educated future superiors", but teaching them to read was still a chore, and now that he was dealing with a horde of serfs, slaves, indentured slaves, and the children of freemen, the young second-class arcanist could not imagine how he could teach them this first lesson.

But the bell for the class was about to ring, and through the window, he saw that the hunchbacked old gentleman who was in charge of ringing the bell had already walked to the bronze bell hanging in the courtyard with a small hammer, and there was no point in hesitating at this moment.

Santis Seid straightened her neckline one last time, then picked up the prepared drafts and lesson plans with a determined expression, pushed open the office door, and strode towards the children's classroom.

Pushing the door open, he saw two apprentices cleaning up looking at him blankly—he had gone to the wrong door.

"Right...... I'm sorry! The young arcanist had no pride or imposing pro caster, he nervously apologized, his face flushed with embarrassment, and before the two apprentices could react, he had fled back into the hallway.

The bell had already struck the class bell, but Santis had to push the wrong door twice in the hallway to find the classroom where he was supposed to be in class, and he pushed the door open in a near panic, finally relieved to see a room of dirty children of all ages sitting in a mess, patched clothes.

The children who came to class were noisy, and although it was not the first time they had entered the school, the word "rules" still did not enter their minds, and these children from different places and different ages used the classroom as a meeting place, and they were in a mess, their parents may be serfs, freemen, slaves or even exiles, but they themselves did not have the concept of this, and all the children were mixed together, and they became a complete porridge.

Normally, the teacher of the general education class can use a loud voice to calm these children, but Santis Said does not have such a loud voice (and the courage that corresponds to a loud voice), and when he first pushes the door into the room, he does make the classroom quiet for a moment, but it is only the children who temporarily stop the noise out of curiosity, and soon the noise starts again, this time the focus of the children's discussion has changed from dinner and mud to the old magic robe on Santis.

"Look! New Teacher! ”

"The new teacher is wearing a robe, it must be a robe!"

"The new teacher is a mage master! He's going to be able to conjure up a dragon......"

"Shhhh

"That robe is so old......

The older children would look at Santis's robes and the short staff at his waist with fear, but the younger children were completely undaunted, and they had not yet learned to bow as their parents did when they saw the mage—just as Santis had not mastered the "spirit" of ordinary mages to throw a fireball at the sight of an impudent untouchable.

He could only unleash a few arcane missiles a day.

He could only open his mouth in vain, and the first row of small voices was difficult to hear: "Be quiet...... Everyone, be quiet, class......"

No one listened to him, as expected: the sons of commoners were even more difficult to deal with.

Santis felt sweat on his face, and he thought that his first lesson might have failed, but a handkerchief was suddenly handed to him—and he looked over unexpectedly to see a girl with big eyes looking at him with a handkerchief.

The girl was a little thin, but she was wearing a very clean and neat cotton dress, and there was a small hairpin on her head, which showed that her family conditions should be good, and she handed the handkerchief forward, and opened her mouth to make a "ahhhhh

"Thank you...... Thank you......" Santis didn't expect a child to be so sensible, so he immediately thanked him and took the handkerchief, wiping his sweat and laughing, "You didn't shout like everyone else, you are really sensible......"

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy next to him suddenly cried out: "Because peas are dumb!" ”

The girl with big eyes immediately glared at the boy, who quickly shrunk his neck: "I'm sorry, Sister Pea......"

This girl's name is Pea, is she mute?

Santis was stunned for a moment, he remembered that he had indeed seen the strange name "Pea" in the student roster before, but he didn't expect that there would be a mute among his students.

And in the two seconds of his stunned moment, out of the corner of his eye, Santis suddenly saw a small hand poking out from under the podium, grasping a slate for writing, and on the slate there were a few crooked words written on it: Cast a magic, sir.

Then the slate was quickly put back, and Santis didn't even see who had handed it over.

He was stunned for a moment, finally reacted, and then raised his right hand slightly—he used it in his first class, which was only a few precious spell casting opportunities a few times a day.

A small orb of arcane energy flew out of his hand and flew into the air of the classroom, before exploding with a thud, scattering magical sparks as if they had detonated a firework in the room.

All the children fell silent for a moment.

They looked at their new teacher in awe, as if they had only now finally realized, finally certain—that this was a real mage.

Like Lady Herty, she is a magician.

The children looked at each other, and Santis finally knew what he had to do.

"Children," said the young second-level arcanist with a smile, as he left behind his experience of tutoring minor nobles and merchants, throwing away the meaningless flashy opening lines, the "first contact etiquette" and rules, and saying what he wanted to say most at the moment, "I'll tell you how to recognize runes, and the rationale for how they work. ”

These children may not be able to cast a spell with their own hands for the rest of their lives.

Santis turned around and used a plaster pen to write the title of the first lesson on the blackboard.

Never before in history has anyone considered imparting the mysteries of magic to everyone without reservation.

The basic runes of Earth, Water, Wind and Fire were transferred from the tip of the pen to the blackboard, followed by the derivative runes of various realms such as frost and lightning.

Yet these children can memorize this knowledge with their minds, and calculate it with pen and paper, and Miss Jenny has proved the value of this "calculation", and the lord believes in it.

Santis turned around and saw dozens of pairs of curious and focused eyes - they could focus.

"Let's have the first lesson."