The new ancient words learned from Franklin's students completely erased the last trace of doubt in Peggy's heart, and after teaching several new ancient words in a row, Norman looked at the little girl in front of him and saw that even if he now admitted that he was not a mage, the little girl would definitely not believe it.

Huge amount of knowledge of ancient languages, pure pronunciation, and difficult knowledge of word formations can be at his fingertips, and even he once launched a spell—— Peggy has always remembered the spell that Norman said before that "changed her fate" - how could such a gentleman not be a mage?

Norman's mage status is completely confirmed.

"...... the old word 'head' refers to the head, our head, the head of a pig, the head of a cow, the head of a sheep, and so on. You first learn the pronunciation and read this ancient language a hundred times......"

Norman taught in a mess.

He wasn't really a mage in the first place, let alone a teacher, and he didn't have the experience to teach Peggy well, so when he finally entered the teaching, his teaching method was completely messy, specifically using a lot of nonsense tactics and Peggy's lot of free play time, for example, for every time she taught an ancient language, Peggy herself was asked to recite it a hundred times, dragging on the time to go crazy.

Norman's very different teaching style from Mr. Benson did not cause any backlash, and at the beginning, Peggy was shocked to hear Norman ask to read it a hundred times.

Not to mention Mr. Benson, even from a few of her friends who had studied under other mages, she had never heard of such a way of teaching. And the inquisitive Peggy immediately raised her question to Norman.

"Mr. Norman, you mean, read it a hundred times?"

Norman nodded without thinking, "Yes." He also saw Peggy's surprise, and casually thought of an excuse and said, "Your pronunciation is very strange, and it can only be corrected through a lot of pronunciation practice, and the best time to correct it is when you first learn this ancient language, so you will be asked to read it a hundred times." ”

Compared to Norman, Peggy's pronunciation is indeed strange, so Peggy has no doubts about Norman's explanation and accepts it immediately.

Yes, what Mr. Norman said is very reasonable, well-reasoned and convincing. And perhaps it was because Mr. Norman's teacher adopted such a teaching method for him, that Mr. Norman's ancient pronunciation is so pure and pleasant. If you do it yourself, maybe one day your ancient pronunciation will be so pure! And when a person's ancient pronunciation is already so pure, why should he not be a mage?

Thinking about this, Peggy was immediately full of enthusiasm, and no longer questioned Norman's teaching methods, and devoted herself to learning with infinite enthusiasm.

So a chaotic teaching, a serious study, time passed quickly, and soon the district church struck 8 bells, and it was time for Norman to return to "home" after work.

Norman's life in Cárdenas gradually became regular: he wandered around Cárdenas during the day, went to the Third District to "study" in the afternoon, and went to Colin's house at night to play his role as a mage to earn silver. Compared with the life of a farmer who had to get up at dawn and work in the fields until it was dark before he could go home to sleep, his life was undoubtedly much easier all year round.

But the human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant.

"I want to be a nobleman!"

Norman poured the ale from his glass, his eyes reddened, and he said it in a haughty manner, his voice wafting through the empty street, bounced off the surrounding walls, and formed a slight echo.

And when the night wind blew, his brain became even hotter.

It was night, and it was past 8 o'clock, and there were no more than half of the figures walking on the street, only two black shadows on the left against the wall. The moonlight was good tonight, and the faces could be clearly discerned by the bright moonlight, so I saw that the two figures were Norman with a reddish face and eyes, and an old man who looked to be fifty or sixty years old.

Both of them sat on the ground, and there was a small wooden barrel beside them, which was opened, and when they entered, they could smell the clumsy smell of ale. And in the hands of both of them, they were holding a large-caliber wooden cup with wine in it.

This is where Norman slept for the past two days—he'd been sleeping here since the day he started pretending to be a mage. And in the past two days, he also got to know the old drunkard that day, and Thomas, who can be regarded as a "sleeping friend", that is, the old man in front of him.

Thomas was supposed to be a bum, the kind of begging for a living, and guys like Cárdenas were not uncommon. The difference between Thomas and the other homeless men is probably that Thomas uses all the money he begs for every day to buy alcohol and drink, so Norman looks full of alcohol every time he sees him.

"I'll pass the exam at the Cárdenas Church School in a month's time, and then I'll be able to enter the Church School, and then I'll be a mage, and finally, I'll be crowned a king and become a true nobleman!"

Norman looked at Thomas with the strength of his wine, and explained his plan.

"Then the farmer's son will become a nobleman, and I will eat meat every day, and I will no longer have to sleep in the streets, and I will be able to sleep in beds made of the softest straw, and I will be able to drink fine wine at every meal instead of the strange taste of the river...... And the bards, when the time comes, will also tell my story everywhere!"

Norman imagined that beautiful scene, and his heart was agitated, and he couldn't help himself.

It's very uncomfortable to hold too many things in your heart, and you always have to find someone to talk to, but Norman has no one to talk to: the Peggy family treats him as a mage, and he obviously can't tell them his truth, and in front of the students in the third district who were "robbed" by him, he needs to maintain his majesty to make them obedient, and obviously it is impossible to confide his feelings to those children, so he can only confide in Thomas.

After all, Thomas is just a homeless man who no one cares about, and a guy who gets drunk all day, and it's hard to see him awake during the day, so it's safe to confide in him.

"Congratulations. ”

For Norman's sake, Thomas congratulated absentmindedly, then quietly tilted the barrel next to him, poured wine into his own glass, grabbed it and took a big sip.

Obviously, he didn't have much of a sense of Norman's ambitions, and perhaps wine was the only meaning of life.

There was still a lot of wine, even with Thomas's drink, this barrel was enough for them to drink for half a day, but suddenly, Thomas stood up without warning.

“...... What do you say the noble lord eats every day? Some people say they eat bread every day, and some people say they can eat every day......

Norman was struggling with the question of "what the nobles eat", and was startled by Thomas's sudden uprightness, and stopped talking all at once, looking at him with a pair of eyes.

Then he saw Thomas, the old drunkard, swiftly scurry to the blue door on this wall, reached into his bosom with one hand, and pulled out a key at once, while the other hand still clung to his own glass of wine, and did not let go. Finally, he inserted the key into the hole of the door, opened the door as soon as he turned it, and the whole person jumped in with a "bang", and then closed the door with his backhand.

The whole process went smoothly, giving Norman no time to react, and by the time Norman reacted, the door was closed.

So Norman stood up, stared blankly at the door, and finally finished what he had just said.

“...... Meat?"

How could he get in? Could it be that this old drunkard turned out to be the owner of the house next to him? But he finally managed to buy a barrel of wine, and kindly invited him to drink it with him, so why did he suddenly enter the room without finishing it? It was as if there were devil's minions chasing him from behind his ass. And since he is the owner of this house, why does he still sleep on the street every day?......

The amount of information that came in an instant was so great that Norman was stunned and didn't react. And at that moment, he heard some more voices.

It was like the sound of clothes being blown by the wind. But strangely, this voice seems to come from heaven?

Norman subconsciously turned around, looked up, and looked up at the sky.

The moon is like water, the stars are scarce at night, and the bright moon as big as a millstone hangs in the sky.

A figure with the moon as the background, slowly descending from the sky, as if coming from the middle of the moon. The rattling sound Norman heard was the garment on her body—her garment was very long, and as it fell, it was blown backwards by the wind, and her body seemed to be stretched back.

Someone who can fly?

The first time Norman saw such a scene, he was stupid, and he just stared blankly, his gaze moving little by little with the man from top to bottom, and finally flattened.

The man had fallen to the ground, exactly two paces in front of him.

In the bright moonlight, it can be seen that this is a woman.

And after seeing the woman's face clearly, Norman cried out in shock in his heart.

He's seen her!