Justin didn't believe what Bernie was saying.

Look at what this stupid guy has said? It's okay to say that the big stupid bear is Franklin's new gentleman, after all, with Mr. Franklin's character, he will not refuse to come to the students, as long as the other party can afford to pay the price. But the latter points are pure nonsense.

How could Mr. Franklin not charge his students? After all, even if it was himself, he had to pay obediently to study with Mr. Franklin. As for having to bear the burden of food and lodging, and even letting this big stupid bear live on the second floor of what is considered a forbidden area, it is even more unbelievable.

Full of lies.

Justin sneered, and was about to open his mouth to remind Bernie that this stupid guy had to use his brains to brag about it, when the big stupid bear spoke.

"Private lab?"

Norman thought for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know, I came straight downstairs from the bedroom and didn't go in." ”

After all, he had just moved into Franklin's house, and although Franklin did not deliberately restrict his movement space, Norman did not wander around randomly.

He woke up on time as soon as the clock rang this morning - he was not used to sleeping lazily when he grew up working on the farm, and it became a habit from the first hour. And when he woke up, there was no movement outside, so he made the bed and sat obediently in the bedroom until the second bell rang before he was called to breakfast, then he sat in the large living room and waited for class, and then the students gradually came.

From yesterday to today, his range of activities was only the large living room, dining room, and his own bedroom on the first floor, and he had never been to any other part of Franklin's house.

After hearing that Norman had not been to the private laboratory, Bernie was very sorry, but immediately refreshed, "It's okay, you still live here for a long time, there will always be a chance in the future." "Bernie has always been full of curiosity about the mysterious laboratory that is said to be dedicated to mages, especially to know what it will be like inside, even if it is to listen to others.

The eyes of the other students widened: Listening to the tone of this big man, he really lived upstairs from Mr. Franklin's house? So is it true that Mr. Franklin does not take money and provides room and board?

The children's eyes immediately became subtle when they looked at Norman, and the clothes that they had seen as very funny became distinctive.

Could this kind of clothing with cuffs reaching to the elbow be said to be a new trend?......

Justin, who was sitting far away, swallowed back what he had meant to say sarcastically, because Norman's expression was too natural to look like a lie.

But whether it is a lie or not, it will be revealed when Mr. Franklin comes.

After chatting with Norman for a while, Bernie and the others drove the few students who were sitting next to Norman to other places very domineeringly, and they sat down around Norman's side, and the living room quickly returned to its previous liveliness, but the overall volume level dropped by one level compared to before, and many students would look here from time to time when chatting, and their eyes were no longer simple ridicule and disdain, but more curiosity.

And it wasn't long before Franklin entered the parlor on time for the end of the third bell, just as usual, never late, but never early.

The tables on which the students sat in the living room were arranged in a staggered manner, roughly forming a semicircular circle, and in the center of the circle was Mr. Franklin's position.

When he came, he sat down behind the table, because the table was quite high, and most of the people were blocked, and the voice came from behind the table.

"Yesterday we talked about the writing norms of articles, and today we will continue to talk about this. In the process of writing an article, norms are very important, your diction can not be beautiful, your sentence structure can be wrong, and it doesn't matter if you don't even remember how many words, but you must keep in mind the writing system, which is directly related to your literary performance......"

Norman thought that Franklin would teach the ancient language directly, but he didn't expect him to talk about writing articles first, but the problem is that he is illiterate at all!

He could hear and speak the lingua franca, and everyday conversation was not a problem, but he did not know the alphabet, and he could not spell a single word, let alone write an article—in Ashley Village, that was the great skill of Lord Barton and Master Priest.

Norman, who had no literary foundation, barely listened for a while and found that he could not understand it at all, just like listening to a book from heaven, so he had to give up and concentrate on studying his seat.

The chair under his ass was four-legged, with a back, and the materials were finely workmanship, and the structure was firm, and he sat on it with such a big man and shook his ass vigorously without moving, and he couldn't hear a single squeak, but it was much better than Colin's chair, and the two broken chairs from the old Norman were not compared.

And the table in front of him, as wide as his body, with four long corners propped up on the ground, and a drawer, which did not look very reliable, but was as strong and reliable as a chair, and Norman put his hands on it and pressed it down several times, and shook it faintly from side to side, and did not see the table shake in the slightest, let alone the call for a falling shelf......

Norman studied the tables and chairs for a long time, and finally stayed up until Franklin finished the literary part. Just when he thought it would be an old saying, it turned out that he was talking about mathematics again!

How much do you get by adding 12 and 39? What about adding 27 and 33? Multiplying 13 and 8......

What a thing!

Norman, whose understanding of mathematics was limited to counting one by one on his fingers, was dizzy by this inexplicable knowledge, and counted on his fingers for a long time, but he didn't understand why 12 and 39 add up to 51.

There was no way, even if he added his feet, he could only count to 20.

However, this knowledge is quite useful, if he learns this knowledge, then he will be able to know if Colin's promise of 55 silver nars a month turned out to be 2 silver nars a day, and whether he will give less in the end. And before that, for fear that the Colin family would see through his fake mage identity, he didn't know how to pretend to understand and follow Colin's words.

This mathematics was more of interest to Norman than literature.

But before Norman could figure out why the sum of 12 and 39 made 51, Franklin started talking about theology again!

“...... The Goddess of Harvest is the third daughter of the Father, her mortal name is Heralis, she is in charge of plants and agriculture, and her divine powers are biased towards prophecy and enchantment, and she has almost no necromantic abilities. As I have said, if we want to make a contract with a god, we must first understand him before we can truly believe in him, and only then can we have the opportunity to make a contract with the god, and according to the Holy Scriptures, Heralis can be said to be the most peaceful of the daughters of God the Father......"

Goddess of the Harvest, Heralis, Covenant ......

Again, a large chase, something Norman had never heard of at all.

However, compared with the previous literature and mathematics, theology for Norman is the easiest of the three to understand, especially the point of "making a contract with the gods" mentioned by Franklin, which lingers in Norman's heart as soon as he hears it.

Make a contract with the gods?......

It occurred to Norman that when he had tried to cast a spell before, he had recited the spell spell but it didn't work.

Could it be that you have to sign a contract with the gods to actually cast a spell?

Norman vaguely felt that he had found the reason why he couldn't cast a spell even if he pronounced it......

And where Norman didn't notice, there was a pair of eyes that glanced over from time to time, consciously or unconsciously.

Research tables and chairs, wandering in the world, wrench index counts, and stunned faces...... Norman's performance was all watched by Justin.

Sure enough, it's just a big stupid bear.

Justin sneered in his heart and put his mind at ease.

But Bernie still has a bit of a brains to figure out how to create such a backer to improve his status in this living room. But in front of Lord Justin's piercing eyes, it was all in vain.

A confident smile tugged at the corners of Justin's mouth.

Sure enough, he was the only one Justin who was the best, he was the most outstanding student of Franklin Wood, and he was proud!