“@*！&......”

The homeless man who slept on the street muttered a few slurred words, and then lay on the ground and did not move, as if he had fallen asleep.

Norman was about to walk away, looked around, but stopped: this homeless man seems to be the old homeless man of Cárdenas, the place he chose is still quite good, the ground is flat, there is no gravel, and he should not be uncomfortable when he sleeps; 。

After weighing it up, Norman didn't bother to leave, so he simply found a flat ground near the wall and sat down.

He first unwrapped and opened the package from his back, took out and unfolded old Norman's clothes, put two silver narls in them, carefully wrapped them in his clothes, and wrapped them layer after layer, and finally put together the wrapped clothes and the iron head of the pot and the rake, wrapped them tightly in cloth, and carried them in his arms, and fell down against the wall, but for a while he could not sleep.

There's no way, his experience today is too tortuous, and his mood is still quite agitated, how can he sleep?

After eating a lot of delicious food that he had never touched before, he pretended to be a mage, got his first silver nar, and possibly even became a nobleman...... His experience of this day is richer than the experience of the past ten years combined.

However, the most important and fundamental of these is probably the "ancient saying".

Peggy said that ancient languages are the language used by mages, so are there many mages living in their bodies?

Although Norman found it strange that there were many people living in his body, and he couldn't understand how those people lived in his body, he tried to communicate with them. If successful, these mages who live in his body may be of great help to him on his way to becoming a nobleman in the Church School!

"Can you hear me?"

Norman closed his eyes and shouted to those people in his heart, but there was no reaction, the voices he heard, the ancient words he saw did not change in the bright line, there was no great increase.

They don't seem to be able to hear it?

"Do you hear me?"

Norman changed tactics this time and whispered through his mouth.

And this time the reaction is obvious.

“￥#&！......@”

"%#媽%¥#%¥"

"@#%鬥#%拳!@#"

......

The voices Norman heard and the ancient words he saw with his left eye suddenly increased, but with Norman's current level of ancient language, he couldn't understand most of them, and he could only make out a few words, so he didn't know what the mages in his body were talking about.

But he was still in good spirits.

It turns out that the mages who live in his body can hear what he is saying and can communicate!

Norman had so much to say to them, so many questions he wanted to be answered: he wanted to ask who they were, were they mages, why did they live in his body, did they live in his body all the time, didn't they need to come out to eat, was there any way they could help him get into that church school to become a nobleman, could they come out of his body and stop arguing with him like this?......

Norman has so many things to say to those guys in his body, but unfortunately his current level of ancient language is still too poor, and he can't communicate with the mages in his body at all.

Learn more ancient sayings!

Norman felt this very well.

Whether it is to enter the Cárdenas Church School, to become a nobleman, or to communicate with these mages in one's body, the prerequisite is to learn the ancient language.

But learning old languages isn't easy.

From the previous conversation with Peggy at Peggy's house, Norman learned some news, such as that in Cárdenas, only mages can speak ancient languages, and only mages can teach ancient languages, and the tuition fee for learning ancient languages is very expensive.

Take, for example, Peggy's teacher, Mr. Benson.

Mr. Benson's method of teaching is group teaching, which is not as effective as private teaching, but it is cheaper, and the tuition fee is only 1 quintalan per year, which is the only way Norman can hope to gain knowledge of the ancient language, which is often 10 times the tuition fee of group teaching, which is more untouchable territory for him.

But even the minimum threshold of 1 Quintaran per year is not something Norman can afford, and he only has a total of 2 silver narls on him now.

Learn ancient languages, learn ancient languages......

The thought just swirled around in Norman's mind, lingering.

But as far as he knows now, he can't learn it at all, what can he do?

It seems that I can only go to Peggy tomorrow to see if there is any other way......

Norman thought so, and at last he fell asleep, snorting along with the rotten drunkard not far from him.

......

The place Norman chose was quite good, he was not woken up early in the morning by the dung, and this area was obviously cleaner than the ninth arrondissement, so he didn't have to be careful when walking on the road, worrying about which window on his head would suddenly open and someone would pour the overnight manure from above.

And with 2 silver narls, the quality of life of Norman is obviously not the same as in the past.

He doesn't have to go hungry anymore like he did the other day.

After the church had struck three bells, he bought a large loaf of black bread in a bakery for one silver narr, carefully put away the 97 copper ass for change, and stood at the door of the "Harris" bakery and ate the black bread that was longer than his entire arm, and there was no dregs left.

The big clerk at the bakery was selling bread inside and watching, his eyes were straight from beginning to end—— that black bread was the amount of an adult man in a day, and this homeless man actually ate it in one meal!

How the hell did his belly hold such a big loaf of black bread?

"Hiccup!~~"

Norman, not knowing what an astonishing thing he had done, left contentedly after a full hiccup, wandering down the street with a pair of hands on his back.

Well, although it was not as delicious as the white bread and all kinds of small pastries that I had eaten at Colin's house yesterday, this black bread was still very, very tasty, at least much better than the "Holy Communion" that the priest in the village gave out every month—the so-called "communion", which was a small piece of black bread that the priest would distribute to every family every month, representing the mercy and brilliance of the Lord. Generally speaking, there will be some maggots in it, and when eating, you should carefully tap the bread on the table for half a day to shake out all the maggots inside before eating.

Compared to the sacrament, this black bread was obviously much more sold in the bakery, not only was it softer, but it was also free of maggots.

Perfect.

And Norman's wandering around today is not as desperate as it was the other day.

Although equally aimless, Norman was light and dexterous today, and his eyes were no longer lifeless, but intense, curiously observing what he saw.

Huo, this house is really tall, it has three floors! it is even more majestic than Lord Barton's castle...... What is this guy wearing? It looks so soft, and Mr. Barton doesn't have any clothes like that...... The pavement is too flat, isn't it? It's made of bricks! I've heard that only the bedroom of the old man Barton's house is so extravagant......

With 197 bronze asparatus and a bright prospect of possibly becoming a nobleman, Norman's mentality is completely different now than it was a day ago.

You can eat enough, you don't have to work, you can wander around, you can enjoy so much beauty that you have never seen before......

The so-called paradise should be like this, right?

The hillbilly who had come to the big city of Cárdenas from a small village in the countryside had wandered around the city all day, and when it was time to eat, he walked back to the Sixth Arrondissement, followed his memory to Colin's door, intending to start today's private lesson, and before that, a dinner at Colin's house.

Probably because of the confirmation of Norman's identity as a "mage" from his daughter, Colin treats Norman more enthusiastically today than he did yesterday, and he is not the slightest impatient for Norman to come to dinner, but feels very honored and a good hospitality. After the meal, he and his wife quickly cleaned up the living room, leaving it for Norman and Peggy.

When there were only two people left in the room, Norman was the first to ask, "You didn't tell Benson about yesterday, did you?"

Peggy shook her head, "No." I take your words to heart, Mr. Norman. ”

Norman nodded, "That's right......"

He fooled Peggy yesterday that he had launched a life-changing spell on her, obviously not to let Peggy's teacher, the real mage Mr. Benson, know, otherwise he was afraid that he would be a goof, so he told Peggy yesterday not to divulge that matter, saying that "once the spell is leaked, it will be invalid and incur unfortunate consequences", but fortunately, Peggy believed it and did not leak the secret.

"I've been thinking about how to teach you for a long time, but I still don't have a clue, maybe I need to know a little more about you......"

Norman did what he had thought yesterday and started to hang out with Peggy again.

And Peggy didn't doubt him, following Norman's words, chatting and chatting, Norman suddenly grabbed a point.

"Wait, you're saying that every student has a different language?"

"Yes, some people remember this old saying well, some people remember that old saying better, and even more if it were put on all the students of Cárdenas," said Peggy. I have a good friend who is a student of Ms. Barbara, and as far as I know, Ms. Barbara teaches a different old language than Mr. Benson......"

As Norman listened, he looked at Peggy, who was sitting across from him, and gradually had an idea in his heart.