"Ahem!"

The man across the table deliberately drew the attention of Langlano, the dim candlelight illuminating his vicissitudes of life, and the bridge of his tall nose split the light like a screen, dividing his face into two extremes: one black and one red.

Draenor felt a little nervous, subconsciously thinking that he was a prisoner on trial, and he swallowed and handed the letter of introduction with Mikhail's autograph to the man.

The other party stretched out his scarred right hand to take the letter, took it close to his eyes and carefully examined it, raised his eyebrows inconspicuously, opened the drawer, and after rummaging for a while, took out a document with a cut out of the gap and placed it on the table.

"Name?"

"Chadwick. Delaenau, 21 years old, from Canaanite. He didn't know if that was a bit of a problem, but at least in principle anyone could join the Knights of Nagasus, even the "reformed" inhabitants of Snowway.

"I didn't ask a question, I can't answer it in advance!" The man got up and slammed his fist on the table, almost knocking over the candle on the side, and he sat back in his chair and picked up the pen and pressed it against the corner of the paper.

"Antecedent?"

"None." After a moment's hesitation, Draenor continued. Of course, he didn't plan to tell each other what happened in the dungeons of the Blackstone and Boyara.

After a few scribbles, the man inserted the pen back into the ink bottle, stamped it, and handed over the document, with a strange box attached.

"This is your paging box, and that's what the knights use to communicate with each other. I, Second Order Training Officer Hudson. Reiner, on behalf of the Greyhound Expedition, welcomes you to the Expedition. Please sign here. ”

"Reiner? Same as Uncle Bourbon's last name! Draenor stared at the instructor's appearance, which did not bear any resemblance to Mr. Landlord, perhaps just a coincidence.

The instructor noticed something unusual, he raised his eyelids, and at the moment when the two of them looked at each other, Draenor quickly looked away, and put the "paging box" in his pocket. He looked at the blank space where the other man was pointing, and when he picked up the pen, his mind went blank - he didn't know anything about Licos, and he couldn't even write his own name!

After thinking about it, he finally signed it in his native language. He gently pushed the document forward and handed it to Instructor Reiner's hand.

"Hmm......" Reiner looked at the crooked letters for a few seconds, then turned around and took out a heavy book from the bookshelf behind him and slapped it on the table.

"Take this with you, you can go back, and the specific work content will be notified to you by the seniors through the pager."

"That's it?" Draenor was a little puzzled, how could a newcomer report to work directly without training? It's too laid-back!

"I can teach you fencing, fighting, and even knightly etiquette, but I can't teach you to read and write!" The instructor clutched his head and shouted at the other party, "Go back and have a good look, and find a literate person to learn the Licus language." Also, spend money on decent clothes, which can't bear the name of a knight......"

The instructor's words even made Draenor feel like an illiterate person, recalling that he had learned two or three languages when he was in Eichenryde, but he could only remember some everyday words except his native language, but it was more than enough to show off to his comrades in the barracks...... In any case, he was sure that he was by no means illiterate!

"Roger, instructor." He replied to Instructor Reiner, scrambled the book under his armpit and hurried out of the office, down the stairs back down the hall.

"Mr. Delaenau! What do you think? Is it still going well? Jeanne saw the long-lost figure and hurried over.

"It went well, ridiculously well." He said with a wry smile.

"That's good! What's next? Jeanne stepped forward and took Draenor's arm, a smile on her face, not sure what to expect.

Draenor thought for a moment, then handed the heavy book to Jeanne, "Let's find a quiet place to sit for a while, I may have to ask you to do something." ”

"Okay, if you want, what's the matter!" Jeanne jumped up excitedly and walked down the street with Draenor.

[Twenty minutes later, Tyrio district, Hydrangea Hotel on Mikhail Street]

"Be a teacher!?"

The surrounding guests looked at each other at the same time, and Draenor quickly put his finger to his mouth, not expecting Jeanne's reaction to be so strong.

"Shh......h It's not a big deal, you are also a senior in this regard, just teach me to read some simple words! ”

Jeanne still looked a little panicked, she lowered her voice, but held her hand in front of her like a sieve.

"No, no, no, I haven't been to school much, how can I teach you to read!"

It seems that she is indeed a little anxious, and unnaturally speaks with honorifics like when they first met. Knowing that there was only one way to convince him, Draenor cleared his throat and pushed the teacup in front of Jeanne.

"You see, if you are willing to teach me, there are many opportunities to go out and play together like this, and I will do everything I can to accompany you."

"It's up to us...... Two people? ”

"That's right."

Jeanne was really shaken, she pinched a strand of her hair and rubbed it, and whispered a few words, "That...... I'll try it. ”

He was relieved, but when Jeanne really opened the book, he realized: the next part is the most difficult!

"Actually, it's very simple, from right to left, this is 'Ly', then 'Ko', and the whole connection is 'Lykos'......"

Listening to Jeanne's patient explanations word by word, Draenor suddenly felt like a child who had just learned to speak, and he didn't think that the pronunciations that sounded like vomiting were connected to the language he had been talking about.

But it wasn't that difficult to think about it, he just needed to memorize the corresponding sounds of the letters, and when he read them together, the Mind Stone would help him understand the meaning. What's more, compared to Vicilico, the gentle and steady Jeanne is obviously more suitable to be a teacher......

"How many letters does Lycos have?" He asked, hoping to be mentally prepared for this.

"It's not much, it's only 16 in total, and if you add a combination of letters, it should be 32."

"My old ......" Draenor felt dizzy, it was a bit challenging to memorize the 32 letters in one go, but at least he had been baptized in the Misarian language, anyway, let's try it first.

The book was turned page after page, tea cup after cup, and after some time, Jeanne finally closed the book "Excerpts from the Literature of Kerton".

Draenor rubbed his eyes, his mind full of complicated words when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes, and he opened his pocket watch, and it was only thirty-twenty, and the first time he felt that four was so long.

At least after some study, he also figured out the layout of the city of Celton: as Jett did, the city was divided into three parts: the political center of Kairal, the economic center of the wealthy district called Delier, and the reserve area of Tello, where Maple Street belonged.

"Let me see what you've written...... Well, very neat! It's like it's printed! Jeanne brought the written ledger to her and boasted at Draenor.

"Where did you learn this......" Delano looked at Jeanne's exaggerated expression, it seemed that there were more than one or two people who were influenced by Grory, and it was good to leave that guy in Flaktu, otherwise after a month or two, maybe the group would become a flamboyant profiteer.

He looked at the words he had written, almost all of them engraved in his mind, so that no one would dare to call himself illiterate.

After a short rest, Draenor suddenly felt the vibration of his coat pocket, and he quickly took out the thing, which was the "pager" given to him by Instructor Reiner.

On closer inspection, it is a bit complicated, in addition to two coin-sized holes, there are two knobs on the side, which are engraved with the words "paging" and "receiving" in Licus.

Someone was calling to him, and Draenor felt a little sudden, but fiddled with it a few times and twisted the "receive" knob to the side.

"Chadwick. Draenor! ”

A hoarse voice came from the metal crate, and Draenor thought it was a little incredible, but he replied to the other hole with the mentality of trying it out.

"Roger."

"This is the knight of the Greyhound Expedition, in other words, your senior."

"What's the matter?" Draenor thought of Instructor Reiner's words, but he vaguely felt that it would be some kind of prank, otherwise how could he have called himself in this way before he joined the company?

"I'll wait until you come back, I've been waiting for you in the Knights' Guild for half a year!"