For someone like Franklin, who was just staring at the entrance exams for church schools, the old saying was everything, but not for Lambert.

To him, it seemed that the sanity was more important than the old saying.

After hearing that Norman was not engrossed, although his expression was not good, he did not immediately say decisive words, but after contemplating his eyebrows and thinking for a while, he turned his head to one side, took two steps back and walked to Justin's side and asked in a low voice, "What kind of person is this classmate of yours?"

He used the lingua franca again here, and Justin's level of the student's old language was still clear to him as a teacher.

Justin quickly replied in a low voice, "He is Mr. Franklin's nephew......"

Norman stood on this side, not daring to come closer, and did not hear very clearly what they were saying, only faintly hearing words like "nephew", "Franklin", "old sayings", and did not know what Lambert and Justin were talking about.

I hope it's a good word.

The only thing Norman can do now is to look forward to it, but he doesn't know that his old classmate is getting very proud in his heart: Norman is obviously also because of the fatwa and wants Lambert to accept him as a student, and Lambert is asking about the situation, so to speak, Norman's fate is in his hands!

This feeling made Justin feel particularly cool.

Of course, adhering to the attitude of being responsible for the teacher, he Justin will not talk nonsense, everything is just truthful, at most in some parts of the accentuated tone, such as "he is Mr. Franklin's nephew", "Franklin often taught him alone", etc., through these to explain why Norman's old saying is good, as for some other "unimportant parts", such as Norman has only been at Franklin's house for a few days, there is naturally no need to say it to Lambert.

And after listening to Justin's words, Lambert did not immediately express his opinion, but thought for a while before turning around and asking Norman, "Are you a nobleman?"

After learning the level of the two people in front of him, he no longer spoke to Norman in ancient language.

Norman shook his head, "No. ”

Looking at Lambert's expression, he had obviously expected this answer, and it was just a safe question to ask.

Then Lambert asked, "How much can you pay?"

Norman pondered for a moment and said, "Thirty-six silver nars." ”

In order to make a good impression on Lambert, Norman also deliberately spent 6 silver narls to buy a new dress and a new pair of pants, which is the one he is wearing now, so he only has so much money left on him now.

Lambert shook his head at the number, and after one last glance at Norman, he turned his gaze away, looking at the end of the street to see if the carriage was coming. But Gotha hurriedly said at this time: "Mr. Lambert, I don't know what do you think of 15 Quintalans?" This is only this year, we will count it after the entrance exam until next year, but it will definitely not be less than 15 Quintalan......"

15 Quintalan!

This astronomical figure almost smashed Norman's head into the air.

He never expected that the fat man who had been chatting with him for 3 days would be so rich, casually 15 gold tarans, and listening to his tone, these 15 gold tarans are only half a month's tuition!

If Norman didn't think about it, he would agree immediately, but Lambert was well-informed, and he didn't put the 15 gold talans in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to look at Gotha , just looked at the end of the street, and felt sorry for Norman in his heart: Listening to what Justin said, Franklin has obviously taught this Norman for many years, which is why his ancient language is so good, and over the years, Franklin must have let him try the psychic countless times, after all, the Franklin who has suffered losses knows the importance of psychic better than anyone else. But even if he can't get through the gods, then this guy has no hope in his life, but he is just a better Franklin, it's a pity.

For a mage apprentice like Franklin who only stared at the entrance exam of the church school, the grades of the ancient language were naturally the most important, but for the authentic black-robed mage Lambert, whether he could understand the mind was the most important part for him. After all, there are a lot of people who are good at the old language, and Lambert knows that Franklin's old language is even better than him, but so what? If he can't understand his mind, he can only be a mage apprentice for the rest of his life, and he doesn't want to accept a student who is destined to become a mage, there is no point. As for the idea of expecting Norman to win his face on the entrance exam, as Franklin thought, Lambert ruled it out early on—yes, based on what he had observed as Norman's old language, it was indeed possible to shine on the entrance exam, but so what? This guy is not destined to become a mage, and in a few years, more than ten years later, when this guy is still a mage's apprentice, this former glory will become a shame, how brilliant it can be, how shameful it can be then, isn't Franklin such an example?

But even so, Lambert is not unable to consider taking Norman, after all, Norman's old saying is a bit too much.

If Norman was the child of a nobleman or could pay enough tuition, Lambert could have considered keeping Norman with him and helping with some of the old sayings, as long as he didn't take the entrance exams to the church school. But Norman can't do anything about it, so there's no way.

There's really no way he's going to take a guy who is destined to become a mage, and he's only going to charge a little tuition—that little money isn't enough to even offset the cost of food!

He's a mage, not a charity.

......

Soon a carriage arrived, and Lambert and the four of them got into the carriage and left, leaving only Norman and Gotha in their place.

"Phew, what do you say to be friendly to civilians, I value talent, you don't want me to have such a good talent, I really doubt that your eyes are not decorations on the wall......"

Immediately after Lambert left, Gotha put down his smiling face and began to curse.

But it was useless to scold, and in the end Gotha had no choice but to leave, and in a depressed mood, this former talkative guy didn't bother to say goodbye to Norman.

Norman, on the other hand, didn't know what it meant to give up.

Through chatting with Gotha in the past two days, he also knew that Lambert was the last mage he could find in Cárdenas who might accept him as a commoner, and if even Lambert was unwilling to accept him as a student, then it would be useless to find other black-robed mages.

So he didn't even go to dinner, for fear that Lambert would come back while he was going to dinner, so he sat at the door, and waited until the eight bells had struck for a long time, and then finally the carriage came back.

"Mr. Lambert!"

Norman had already risen from the ground when he saw the carriage, and now as soon as he saw Lambert coming down, he immediately met him.

However, he was stunned to find that Lambert's expression was not good, and he could see that he was in a bad mood—he didn't even look at Norman before he pushed open the magic portal and walked into his own home. The three students, including Justin, all drooped their heads like frosted eggplants, bowed their heads and silently followed, and finally the magic portal closed in front of Norman's eyes.

"!"

The irascible nature is not something that can be changed in a while, and Norman couldn't hold back when he was hungry and angry, so he directly slammed his fist on the door panel.

Gotha said that this is a magic portal, and no matter how loud it is knocked outside, it can't be heard inside, so he is not afraid that this punch will anger Mr. Mage inside, and his "" just now was learned from those mages in his body.

Mom sells batches, stupid, fuck...... Swear words are indeed the easiest thing to learn about a language, and Norman has mastered many of the old ways of swearing by now.

Knocked on the door and scolded people, but the problem was not solved, and it was so late that Norman had to go back to sleep first.

For the next two days, Norman continued to squat at the door of Lambert's house, but the fat man Gotha was gone, and he should have given up. It's just that the result of continuing to squat is that there is no result, and the Lambert family has not opened the door like the previous two days, and I don't know when the next door will be.

For Norman, Lambert was his last hope, and if Lambert didn't take him as a student, his whole life would have lost hope, and he would have been completely gloomy and desperate, but for the Templars, Lambert was just one of the more valuable of their many options, and it was only a pity to lose it.

In fact, the Knights Templar no longer expected entrance exams, and they had already started a second line of development, which Norman had planned when he was still living in Franklin's house—and in that respect, they were really well thought out.

In this course of development, they set the direction of development for Norman as an ancient language teacher. With the help of rice and pinyin, I believe that Norman can become the best ancient language teacher in all of Cárdenas.

"Teacher of the ancient language?"

Norman was puzzled when he first heard about this plan, "Because of that fatwa, those mage apprentices in District 3 are unemployed, why do you still let me be an ancient language teacher?"

The Knights Templar had their explanation, "Because the black-robed mages only accept noble students, this fatwa can be said to cut off the upward channel of commoners, especially wealthy merchants, to the nobility, and it will not be long before I believe that the disgruntled rich merchants will unite and demand that the upward channel be reopened, and it is very likely that this is how the previous entrance exam was opened, so the profession of ancient language teacher served by the mage's apprentice will not be cut off." Moreover, during the period when new channels have not been opened, the wealthy businessmen will presumably do everything possible to stuff their children into the hands of the black-robed mage as students, and why should the black-robed mage break the convention to accept these ordinary students? In addition to money, the talent of these ordinary students will be a very important factor, and we call it 'preschool education'......"

After listening to the analysis of the Knights Templar, Norman realized that in Cárdenas under the current decree, the ancient teacher did not cut off his life, but on the contrary, he would enter a path of development in which the strong became stronger and the weak became weaker......

Well, Norman admits that he doesn't really understand it, but it sounds promising.

In the process of becoming an ancient language teacher, Norman can also collect information related to mages on his own and try to become a mage. This may take a little longer, but it is very safe, and when the time comes, as long as you pass the church's mage assessment, you can become a mage and a nobleman, and there is no need to stumble on the entrance exam.

Norman listened to the analysis of the Knights Templar, and then he knew that the sky had not fallen, and his future was still extremely bright! And he had no feelings for the church school, and the reason why he wanted to enter so much was because he wanted to become a nobleman, and now when he heard that he could also become a nobleman by taking another path, he accepted it after thinking about it for two days...... Of course, this has something to do with the lack of news from Lambert's side.

Norman squatted in front of Lambert's house for another four days, but did not open the door once. The savage creature had tried to break down the door, but the magic portal was so strong that he had tried to climb through the windows of the upper floors, but the stone walls were so smooth that there was no place to go up......

After a combination of the two sides, Norman, who finally accepted the Templars' suggestion of a second route, was evacuated from Lambert's house on the night of the fifth day, no longer wasting any more time.

"You can probably only rent a house in the 9th arrondissement, but the children of wealthy businessmen obviously don't go to the 9th arrondissement, so we recommend that you start by setting up a stall to recruit students, so that you don't need to spend money, and the location is in the 3rd arrondissement. It's not possible to recruit students until the entrance exams, so you have to be prepared, but we're still going to set up a stall to spread the word and let potential students know about our presence......"

The Knights Templar told their route as the audience was Norman, who had just finished his shower and was slowly walking towards Thomas's house, who was now in the habit of bathing regularly thanks to the Templars' advice.

Listening to this route plan, Norman felt strange in his heart.

He, who was purely illiterate half a month ago, is now going to become a teacher?......

Excited, rejoicing, apprehensive, afraid......

Before Norman could taste his complicated feelings, the hairs on his whole body suddenly stood upside down, and his strong intuition made him not want to fall backwards, and he rolled to the side, and then quickly looked up and saw a figure standing next to his original position, holding a sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointing at where he had been.

Due to the suddenness of the incident and the poor lighting on the street, Norman could not see the man's face clearly, only his approximate body shape, which should be a man. Then, he heard an inaudible sound.

"Huh?"

The man seemed strange that Norman was able to dodge his blow, but he didn't care, and simply put his sword away, turned sideways, and raised his hand with an astonishing speed!

Norman had been fighting for so many years, from Ashley Village to Cárdenas, and he had never seen someone so fast, his eyes could barely keep up with the other party's movements!

The blade of the sword flashed, and the moonlight appeared and disappeared on the street, and the sharp tip of the sword was about to pierce Norman's body, when suddenly a terrible voice sounded in this deserted street.

"Heroes spare their lives!"

The man was stunned, and the sword in his hand did not move, the tip of which was exactly 3 inches in front of Norman's chest.

There is silence, only the sound of the wind is heard.