When talking about this topic, Gilbert's eyes became serious.

"You can't imagine how the people of the North, especially the nobles above earl, understand military classes and how they arrange them."

Having said this, Thales's expression became solemn:

"The military class was divided into two parts."

"Outdoors and indoors."

Thales' eyes were fixed in the void:

"The military outdoor lessons of the nobles include personal martial arts and military command."

"The proportion is huge, almost every day."

Thales spread his fingers:

"Being beaten, riding, charging, archery, hunting, patrolling the military camp, practicing battle formations... Of course, the last few parts, the Star Prince generally has no part in."

Gilbert narrowed his eyes:

"Being beaten?"

Thales sighed and drove the dead face out of his mind:

"do not mind the details."

The Duke came to his senses:

"As for the nobles' indoor military classes, I was surprised when I saw them for the first time..."

Thales looked at the Foreign Minister and said seriously:

"It's grammar, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy..."

Gilbert's pen stopped.

"Yes, you heard that right," Thales frowned:

"How to read and write, do arithmetic, know the weather, calculate distances...all these were compressed by the Exeter people and put in the 'military indoor class'."

Gilbert was silent for a while, and then began to write:

"I have indeed heard that people in the North are accustomed to learning to read and write in war classes, but even the Arlend family in the Star Territory..."

"This is the first time I've heard such a close personal experience... interesting."

Thales twitched the corners of his mouth and shook his shoulders.

"As for why, according to a dead man's face, if you don't know how to read and write military orders, you can't count the number of people correctly, you don't know the topography, and you don't know the climate and astronomy." Thales sarcastically crossed the two outstretched fingers:

"'What a fart fight then'."

Thales leaned back angrily.

Who would have imagined that Nikolai, who seemed so clumsy, could tell how long it was until dawn and when the time was for a surprise attack just by looking up at the stars. With just a glance, he could calculate the slope of the land in front of him and the requirements for a cavalry charge.

preparation; as long as the flagpole is erected, can you figure out the impact of the current wind direction on the shooting of the crossbow?

("Everyone in the team knows that Bingshan forced him to memorize it all by rote, but he doesn't know the truth at all." This is a veteran of the Blade Guard talking about the past with the newcomers in the Palace of Heroes: "So in the wild

When investigating, just ask the leader directly, "Which way is the east?" Don't be specific about "which star is the star" or "why the star points to the east" - Isaiah once asked in a very shameless manner.

Once, that day, they had a fight in front of Prince Suril...")

("What, you ask what happened next? Later, Bingshan came up with a good idea to mediate their conflicts: shake hands fifty thousand times.")

("That day, the entire White Blade Guard did nothing but stood in front of the palace gate. Watching them expressionlessly shaking hands and shaking hands again and again, from morning to night, taking turns counting, I almost vomited...

When His Majesty found out, he simply moved the dining table out and watched them shaking hands while eating...")

("The gratifying thing is that they got along much more harmoniously after that. They could only point their noses at each other and say harsh things to each other, but they never fought again...")

("Look, this is the brotherhood under the Blade Oath. Oh my god, I'm so moved...")

("Well, time flies. Now that we've finished telling the touching story, let's get down to business: who are the bastards who dared to fight on the job today?")

And Nicolai was only a half-way monk - he was not even born into a noble family.

"As for geometry and astronomy, although most of the time they go back and forth in ancient books, mixed with a lot of old calculations and ancient legends, coupled with the physical geography around the Northland, you know, 'There are few people in the Northland and the weather is cold.

The desert is hot, the plants are sparse, the stars are full of bad guys, and the sea is full of big monsters..."

Thales's voice became heavy.

"But as long as it is related to actual, empirical battlefield applications, these knowledge that seems to us to be superficial will become extremely detailed and practical."

Thales looked solemn:

"Reading and writing focus on efficiency and directness, while arithmetic focuses on convenience and speed."

"As for geometric astronomy, such as charge distance calculation, slope and range measurement, team statistics, battle damage ratio estimation, film orientation, stargazing, weather prediction, landform observation..."

When the Duke said this, he glanced at Gilbert with a complicated mood.

"And there are even foreign languages ​​and music in military classes."

Gilbert raised his head:

"Foreign language? Music?"

Thales nodded:

"Do you know how to say 'child' in the orc language?"

"The people of the North know - 'Solino' and 'Solina', which are the orcish languages ​​of desert and glacier respectively."

"Because it comes in handy when dealing with 'bastards'."

Gilbert was stunned again.

"As for music, you know, there are many types of war drums and bone flutes in the North," Thales said silently:

"There are rough and desolate scenes, as well as passionate ones, from charging to the death to retreating and collecting troops, from victory celebrations to funeral farewells, and so on."

"This is what Northland music is all about."

The living room was quiet again for a while.

"Everyone in the world knows that Northland values ​​military affairs." This time it was Gilbert's turn to sigh:

"But it seems that their constant victory on the battlefield and their invincibility are not without reason, but have a historical tradition."

"Ignoring everything else, at least a well-educated Exeter noble will definitely be a qualified battlefield commander - regardless of mental temperament or ability quality."

"They are not illiterate, let alone idiots."

Gilbert sighed with the utmost fear in his eyes:

"It's our destiny..."

"A formidable opponent."

This topic is a bit heavy.

Thales could only nod with a complicated mood.

"So, the historical traditions of the North, the etiquette and jurisprudence of the North, and the ruling knowledge of the nobles of the North," Gilbert got rid of his emotion:

"And their most special military lessons, are these what you learned in Northland?"

"I can't say I learned it, I just know it," Thales said with a forced smile:

"After all, they didn't really teach me as a prince - at least not before Old Crow."

Gilbert nodded slightly and looked at Thales with a hint of pity.

The Foreign Secretary turned over many pages and took out a piece of paper covered with writing.

"Generally speaking, the aristocratic education of Xingchen inherits the tradition of the empire, extends from the 'Seven Arts of the Empire', and is self-contained, which is very different from that of the North."

Gilbert glanced at Thales:

"But I will consider your Northland education experience, Your Highness, and make slight adjustments. Make slight adjustments."

The Duke could only smile.

Gilbert explained with the same smile:

"Generally, the knowledge required by a qualified star noble is divided into three categories."

Category three.

Thales nodded inwardly: Yes, not bad.

not much.

"The first is the basic category."

"It is divided into four categories: grammar, history, etiquette, ancient languages ​​and foreign languages..."

Thales frowned slightly.

There are four doors in the first category?
To be continued...