"How's it going?"

When Franklin came in, he walked straight behind his desk and asked casually.

He didn't wait for Norman to answer, he walked behind the desk and stood still, glanced at the notebook that Norman had spread out on the table, his eyes were a little puzzled, and then he took the notebook and closed it, and saw the cover.

"Hah, it's this one. ”

Franklin chuckled and shrunk his hand slightly, as if he wanted to put the notebook away, but after glancing at Norman, he stopped moving, flipped the notebook back to where Norman had opened it, placed it on the table, and asked Norman, "Can you read it?"

Norman nodded, "I can basically read it." ”

This notebook is in Franklin's collection, and he has naturally read it himself, and knows that most of the content in this notebook is written in ancient languages, which involves the combination and collocation of words, the use of sentence structure, and even grammar.

In Franklin's opinion, if you want to really understand this notebook, if nothing else, you have to reach a very advanced level in the mastery of ancient languages—it is not even the level of an ordinary mage apprentice, but the level of a black-robed mage!

"Can you really read it?"

Franklin asked quietly, a deep suspicion in his heart.

Perhaps it is indeed possible for a true genius to learn ancient words so quickly under the teaching of others, and Franklin had heard such examples, but in sentence structure was different.

No one had ever taught vocabulary, grammar, sentence structure, etc., and Franklin couldn't believe that anyone could read the notebook without a teacher.

But he immediately thought of something again, and suddenly took the book in front of him and looked at the place where Norman had just opened, and when he saw the contents of it, the corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted and he laughed.

It turned out to be here, so it's easy to understand.

This notebook is quite regularly written, and the difficulty of understanding is getting harder and harder from the beginning to the end, and it is obvious that the owner of the note took a considerable period of time to write, and the further time passes, the higher the level of the ancient language of the owner of the note. And in the last part, just from the ancient saying, it is definitely the level of a black-robed mage, and he was also suspicious of this, but now he knows that he is too worried, it turns out that Norman just saw the parts that are not too difficult in front of him.

Norman didn't know that so many twists and turns flashed in Franklin's heart for a moment, he just nodded and admitted: "I can really understand." ”

"You are really talented in learning ancient languages,"

Franklin handed the notebook to Norman again, and sat down behind his desk, "I got the ...... in just one afternoon."

Franklin said as he picked up his own notebook.

This is Franklin's personal notebook, which contains a large number of ancient words, vocabulary, grammar, and sentence structure, and is a summary of Franklin's legal wisdom.

The first half of this private notebook is all in ancient words, and now dozens of pages have been turned, which is exactly what Norman learned in an afternoon. As for the total number of words learned, Franklin, who was well acquainted with the contents of this notebook, could accurately judge from the page he opened.

"300 Ancient ......"

After Franklin finished saying this, he was stunned on the spot, staring at the notebook in his hand and starting.

He had been immersed in teaching just now, but he didn't notice that unconsciously, in one afternoon, he had taught 300 ancient languages, and Norman had learned 300 ancient languages.

300 ancient words, which has reached the passing mark of the one-star black-robed mage's ancient language font bank......

Of course, strictly speaking, they didn't learn 300 old languages this afternoon, because Norman had already learned many old languages from Bernie before.

But no matter how much you reduce it, there must still be 200.

It's not that Franklin doesn't know how talented Norman is in the old saying, he's seen it, but those are intuitive impressions, and when the sheer numbers are in front of him, he really feels how shocking this talent really is.

Norman watched Franklin sit there for a long time without speaking, just in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking.

There's no way to sit stupidly like this, Norman thought.

When he was 7 o'clock, he had to rush to Colin's house to go to class to make money, what if Franklin didn't speak until then?

There was no way, Norman had to open his mouth and call him back to his senses, "Teacher, teacher......"

His voice grew louder, and it took several shouts before he finally woke Franklin out of his daze.

"Huh?"

Franklin didn't seem to know what was going on for a moment, and after glancing at Norman, he seemed to realize where he was and what he was doing, "Oh...... Well...... That's all for today. ”

Don't teach?

Norman was a little depressed when he heard this.

Now was the time when he was most interested in the old language, and it was also the time when he was most energetic in learning, and Franklin suddenly said that he would not teach, which was really disappointing. But Franklin was a teacher, a reborn parent who provided for him, and Franklin was whatever he wanted.

"Let's talk. ”

Franklin said suddenly.

Norman looked at him and saw that he was looking at him with interest, his eyes were full of curiosity, "Tell me about you, I don't know much about you except that your name is Norman, and I am really not a competent teacher." ”

What is there to say about your own business? It's just the ordinary life of a farmer. But if Franklin wanted to hear it, Norman didn't mind saying it.

"I am a villager from Ashley Village, and I grew up in Ashley Village......"

Norman gave an account of all the things in his life, and of course he did not say anything about the taboo things, such as his dreams, his physical abnormalities, and the fact that he had escaped from the rent he owed to Lord Barton.

His own life was indeed lackluster, and he probably disappointed Franklin, so Norman could clearly see how the curiosity in Franklin's eyes disappeared little by little, until he almost fell asleep.

Finally, after Norman had finally finished explaining his business, Franklin hurriedly said, "Let's talk about something else." ”

Obviously, Norman couldn't stand the fact that he had just talked at length about the farm work.

He didn't want to listen to all that damn farm work and cow dung anymore!

Talk about something else?

When Norman heard this, he glanced at Franklin, thought about it for a while, and finally asked the question that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"What do I have to do to become a mage?"

He really wanted to know the specific method of becoming a mage, because by becoming a mage, he could become a nobleman, and if he became a nobleman, he could eat meat every day and live the happiest life!

After he asked this question, Franklin did not have any unusual expression, his face was not shocked, as if he had expected him to ask this question.

"I knew you were going to ask this question, and I remember when I first started learning ancient languages, this was the first question I asked my teacher. ”

Franklin laughed and looked over to Norman, but his gaze shot behind him, as if he was looking at his once proud youth, and his usual gloomy expression softened a lot at the moment.

However, he obviously didn't know that the reason why Norman wanted to become a mage was simply to have meat to eat every day, and if he knew, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Norman waited for a while, and Franklin, after remembering his lost youth for a while, finally pulled his mind back and answered Norman's question.

"Essentially, a person who can cast a spell is a mage, but in reality, a person who can pass the mage assessment organized by the church every year, be registered by the church, and get the mage robe and mage badge issued by the church corresponding to his strength is called a mage. ”

It's an exam again, and Norman listens to it all over the place.

He really didn't know why these people in the city were so fond of exams: what kind of church school did they have to take exams, and they had to take exams to become mages, and what did they have that they didn't have to take exams?

Although his head was big, Norman wanted to ask again what the content of the mage exam was, and he had prepared early, but Franklin didn't give him this opportunity and directly cut off his thoughts.

"Don't think about the teacher exam, think about how to pass the entrance exam to the Cárdenas Church School, it's the right thing for you. ”

Franklin wouldn't ask, and he wouldn't ask if he was an ordinary student, but Norman was obviously not an ordinary person.

This guy from a small mountain village was wild and untamable, and would only be obedient when it was good for him, and it was obviously unlikely that Franklin would want him to leave him alone now.

Norman rolled his eyes and asked, "How can you successfully cast a spell?"

Franklin himself said just now, but it is not only those who have passed the mage exam and obtained the qualification certification are mages, but also those who can cast spells.