The teachers in the military academy are basically retired high-ranking non-commissioned officers in the military, or people who have made a name for themselves around the world. As a military mage, a physician, a warrior, a sentinel, a ranger, etc., he has rich experience, theory, and is well-educated, and can teach the truth and details very clearly.

For people like Al, who have no theoretical foundation and are inexperienced, they rely on their own exploration and learning, they are simply good mentors and friends. The only thing worth complaining about is that each teacher only attends classes once a week, not even half a day, just like the original Grey Dwarf Faulkner Teacher. It's all up to you to explore and learn.

Of course, it is very time for the current Al, after Al turned around every classroom, leaving a little brother of the mouse, no matter what the class, whether it is history, military strategy, medicine, magic, or martial arts on the training ground, he listens to every guest, and greedily absorbs everything to make up for his foundation.

His favorite thing is, of course, magic, which is actually a philosophy class.

What is magic?What is magic to you?What can magic do?

It was a torture from the truth that he had never encountered. Every lesson, listening to it is so fascinating.

He has a mirror memory to record everything, and an auxiliary personality to inductively store and enrich his knowledge reserves, observations, and databases.

He also found other people's demons in the classroom, squatting on the ceiling like his little mouse brother, listening attentively to the lectures of various teachers on the roof beams, the teachers were not strange to them, and even liked them a lot, after all, people who love to learn and listen to their own classes are liked wherever they go.

And Al himself spends his time in the college library, which is meant for self-learners.

Because there is a forbidden magic array here, as well as various alarms. Since visiting the book castle, I once again picked up the books that recorded the precipitation of wisdom and flipped through the past one by one. His first purposeful approach was to look through the historic districts.

He came here to find out what kind of man Ernest II was. Is he a time-traveler like him, and if so, how long has he been here?

Did he figure out what Al wanted to know most, why he was here, and who got him into this world.

Al's life was peaceful, and the orphanage had a lively day.

They left the humble hut rented to them by the state and had a new home of their own. It is a small four-story building, the first floor on both sides of the street, selling cheap black bread, white bread, and snacks to former neighbors.

Their Shirley sister finally didn't have to work day and night to wash smelly clothes, and took the children to earn money decently and cleanly.

The second, third, and fourth floors are the children's rooms, and the children sleep together. The older boys and girls who worked outside each had a room of their own.

They have their own large kitchen and dining room full of all the children, although it is a bit crowded for a dozen of them, and some of the older ones sit in the corner with bowls in their arms, but they can already expect hearty and delicious food, not having to eat the potato soup, potato pies, steamed potatoes that have been repeated over and over again, as in the past, and the kitchen has enough ingredients and utensils to satisfy them.

Although they are still in the civilian area, they finally have their own home, and they don't have to worry about being kicked out, they don't have to worry about anyone breaking into their defenseless house for no reason, and they don't have to worry about suddenly having nowhere to live.

This is their home, their roots, is, and will be.

Tie their restless and wandering hearts, no matter where they go, they will be nostalgic, they will miss the place they want to come back to.

Because there are people who care about them, and people they care about.

"Why did you suddenly have so much money, did you do something very dangerous?" Shirley was uneasy in her heart, she had fantasized about taking the children's savings of copper and silver coins in a down-to-earth manner, and buying a cottage of their own in the future, although the children would be crowded, but they would be very happy.

The suffering they have experienced is completely unthinkable of sudden dreams and happiness coming true without warning.

"I followed Lin to do a big vote, or he is powerful, I have never encountered such a big money. Eddie explained excitedly. He and Hetty, Burton, and Shirley have always considered themselves parents, and he is the most powerful one, he brought the children out of the orphanage, and he is angry that the children cannot wear new clothes, eat white bread, and live in their own house.

Now, he has finally fulfilled his greatest responsibility and given them his own home.

"Is Lin?'s Mr. Lin?" Shirley couldn't help but ask without a trace of her head at the mention of Lin. Eddie, who was excited about self-satisfaction, didn't hear Shirley's superfluous meaning.

"It's him, don't worry, this money is innocent, live here with peace of mind, you can collect the extra money and keep it for the children, and in the future they will meet a good girl and a good boy, and they will fall in love generously. "Eddie isn't very old, but he looks like a patriarch.

"Speaking of which, Shirley, it's time for you to put your mind down and live your life. You have given the most of us over the years, and you should need your own life. ”

"Shirley, do you have anyone you like? I'll go and inquire for you. "Eddie and Shirley are pure brother and sister, concerned and inquiring.

"I didn't ...... No, where is the opportunity to meet. Shirley blushed and ducked.

"Ha, you're like this, who is it, is it the innkeeper's son, Huck, the boy? You go to him every day to buy food, and he looks at you with a fiery look in his eyes, and the children tell me oh. You're the bakery proprietress from now on, and he's just a poor boy, and if he wants to chase you, I won't agree to it. Eddie teased Shirley with a wicked laugh.

Shirley angrily pushed him away, shyly recalling that lonely back.

Like...... Perhaps, I like.

He eats pies and is really cute.

Library.

Al flipped to a biography and praised a beautiful lady, the author was Batlov.

Bartlof Ernest, His Majesty the Bloody Butcher.

In the cold of November, I met a young girl who came with spring, Inmeryl.

Her beauty is so breathtaking, she will lose herself as a little prince who has nothing.

She is noble, elegant, gentle, and always unhurried.

She was extremely patient with me as a crybaby.

Willing to stop, reach out to me, and wait for me to hold her.

"I'll wait for you, so you have to run fast and catch up. ”

All my life, I've been chasing her back.

Holding her hand, but there were only a handful.