Norman didn't know what "old iron" meant, but he could probably guess what it meant to pierce the heart.

He was indeed pierced in the heart.

Not only pierced the heart, but even pierced, and kept dripping blood.

"Gawain!"

Norman spent a few moments in the street in a daze, then gritted his teeth out of his teeth.

What were the Templar mages doing? Were they helping him or were they hurting him? He did as they told him, and was kicked out by Franklin? Is it too late to go back and tell Franklin that he doesn't want to go?......

In the past, Gawain was very active, even if everyone else in the Templar Order was not there. But now, at Norman's call, the shrill man's voice did not appear.

Norman clearly remembered that Gawain was clearly still there, and of the Templars who gave him advice, his voice was the most recognizable.

"Gawain!"

Norman squeezed the name through his teeth again, but Gawain remained silent.

Not only Gawain, but also the rest of the Knights Templar were silent, as if realizing that they were in trouble, and Norman could only hear the other mages neatly "piercing the heart, old iron".

Norman touched his back: on his back was his package, which contained a few things he had brought with him when he first arrived in Cárdenas, a broken pot, an iron head of a plow, two clothes—one for old Norman, one for him to buy new clothes for himself, and a book.

Then Norman looked ahead.

The dazzling midday sun, the endless crowds of people in the big city, and the indifferent faces......

Everything was like when he first came to Cárdenas, it was like he had a dream.

If it weren't for the weight of the 42 silver narls and a handful of copper aces he had hidden in the crotch of his trousers, and if it weren't for the extra Adrian's notes in the package, he would have thought he was dreaming.

The Knights Templar remained silent, and Norman had no choice but to turn around and have a thought in his mind: if he went back now and told Mr. Franklin that he didn't really want to leave, would Franklin agree to let him stay?......

"Don't think about it, he won't let you stay any longer. ”

In addition to "piercing his heart, Lao Tie", he finally heard a different voice from the bottom of his heart.

This voice is very special, it is Gao Wen, who he has been looking for for a long time and has not been silent for a long time.

"You finally showed up?!"

Norman said to him viciously.

It's all this guy's fault!

With Gawain's appearance, the rest of the Knights Templar finally came to the fore, and they used the familiar sound array to communicate with Norman, but instead of responding to Norman's words, they said to themselves: "Why would he take you as a student? Now that this fatwa has appeared, you can no longer bring him any good......"

The Templars told Norman everything they had speculated about, and it was only then that Norman finally learned why Franklin had taken him as a student.

“...... This method did not succeed, it was a mistake on our part, but we had no choice, even if you didn't open your mouth at the time, he would take the initiative to let you leave. And we did so, at least with an effort, and the effect was not without it—didn't he give you that notebook as a souvenir? ”

After listening to their analysis, Norman thought back to Franklin's actions just now, and vaguely felt that this was indeed the case.

His mind is not stupid, his observation is even more prominent, he just lacks social experience and understanding of human form. Now listening to the Templar Order's explanation of the cause and effect, combined with his own observations, he immediately figured it out.

Indeed, as the Templars said, even if he didn't open his mouth, Franklin would have opened his mouth to let him go, so no matter what, he would never be able to live in Franklin's house again.

With this in mind, Norman turned his body back again, facing the street.

"But there is hope. ”

As if to make amends, the Knights Templar were coming up with ideas again.

"He said that only the students of the black-robed mage can take the entrance exam, so let's go to the black-robed mage and become their student - with your 'talent', I believe it is not difficult to do this. When the time comes, you'll be back on track. ”

When Norman heard this, he suddenly became enlightened.

Well, why did he hang himself from Franklin's tree, and since Franklin's students were not eligible to take the exams, wouldn't it be better for him to go to the people who could take the entrance exams and be their students?

After Franklin's battle, Norman still has some understanding of his "ancient language talent" and is quite confident, believing that it is not difficult to get other mages to accept him as a student.

"The black-robed mage should be the real mage. It's okay to find a real mage as a teacher again, and what you've learned will be even more useful......"

The Knights Templar were still rambling in his heart, but Norman couldn't wait.

Although the Knights Templar had just made a big fuss, the idea was still okay this time, and Norman happened to think the same way, and the ideas of the two sides coincided.

So he tightened the package tied to his body and strode out......

......

When Norman arrived at Colin's door, the clock struck 7 punctually.

Norman stood at the door of Colin's house, his face not pretty.

He had been looking for the black-robed mage all afternoon, but the results were not ideal: he first swept the familiar Third District, cheekily caught people and asked, and some guys like students did not let go, but the results were frustrating.

The ancient language teachers in the entire third district are the same as Franklin, all of them are not black-robed mages.

He also asked many people if they knew where the black-robed mages were in Cárdenas, but none of them knew.

"It's normal, this is in line with the noble status of true mages. ”

The Knights Templar summed this up like this.

Indeed, the mages are noble, but where can he go to find these teachers!

In order to find the traces of the black-robed mage, Norman later even ran to the second district to look for it, but there were fewer people there, there were more red and white bars on the streets, and the pedestrians were more indifferent, and few people were willing to stop and listen to him just by seeing what he was wearing, and no one answered his question of where there was a black-robed mage.

Eventually, Norman even wanted to look for it in the First District, but several entrances to the First District were guarded by City Guards - literally armor-clad and armed with sharp weapons, not the red and white stripes that patrol the streets of the other Districts. With these city guards stationed, Norman didn't even have the qualifications to enter the First District, let alone go inside and ask where the black-robed mages were.

After an afternoon of searching without results, Norman had no choice but to return to the 6th arrondissement.

I don't know what to do with the entrance exams for the time being, and I don't know where to live, but at this time, the Colin family job can't afford to lose anymore, it's the only stable source of income he has in Cárdenas now.

Thinking about it, Norman knocked on the door of Colin's house.

It was Colin who came to open the door, much to Norman's surprise: at this time in the past, Colin was no longer at home to work in the tavern, why is he at home today?

"Mr. Norman. ”

Colin greeted him with a very respectful attitude, but there was a strange look in the respect, as if he had something to say.

“？”

Norman looked at Colin and didn't understand what the guy was trying to say.

Colin blinked his eyes and looked at him twice, plucking up his courage...... But he still didn't say anything, just threw out a nonsense: "Please come in." As he spoke, he moved out of the way into the living room and motioned for Norman to go first.

As usual, the Colin family's dinner was ready: toasted toast in a bread basket, a small plate of beans drizzled with a black sauce in front of everyone, and a large plate of kale in the center of the table...... This?

Norman enters the living room-and-dining room to find that a large plate of kale salad that used to be used for every dinner is gone, and the center of the table is empty.

Not only did the dinner on the table change, but Winnie and Peggy's expressions were also a little wrong, and they were both a little distracted.

Norman didn't say anything, though.

It's good that he can continue to mix and eat here, where can he take care of other people's affairs?

So, as usual, after greeting them, he sat down in his place, and everyone took their seats and began to eat.

On several occasions during the meal, Norman noticed that Colin seemed to have something to say to himself, but each time he failed to do so: he either pretended to get jam or muttered another spoonful of beans from a clay pot on the table, never saying what he wanted to say to Norman.

Norman also noticed that Colin's wife, Winnie, gestured to Colin several times, and even quietly arched Colin twice with her elbow, as if urging him.

Finally, after Winnie arched Colin with her elbow again, Colin finally made up his mind, put down the spoon in his hand, glanced at Norman, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Norman, may I ask...... Are you a black-robed mage?"

When Colin asked the question, Winnie and Peggy were eating, but they both pricked up their ears.

Sure enough, Norman thought to himself.

He guessed it would be the case.