Chapter 11 A field where a person always has self-confidence
"Well!" The little girl named Hathaway squirmed, trying to get up little by little, but her hands were still holding the giant sword and it seemed that this was the most important thing for her today, so she just relied on her elbows.
She couldn't stand up at all. She finally managed to get a little higher and fell down again.
Time and time again, Hathaway still didn't get up. Her knight teacher just watched from the side without saying a word, as if telling her that she could not rely on others and that only herself was the only support for the path of knighthood. Gradually,
Yes, Hathaway's cold but beautiful silver-gray eyes seemed to be stained with a faint layer of mist, but she bit her red lips tightly, furrowed her delicate brows, and did not make any sound of pain or sadness.
Such a scene made Old Green feel a little bit unbearable, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Sharp..."
He had just called out a name, and Douglas, who had been watching quietly, suddenly spoke gently and kindly: "Some things should be put down temporarily so that you can pick them up better. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Hathaway raised her head and looked at Douglas with misty silver-gray eyes without blinking, as if she was trying hard to think about what his words meant.
Fernando sneered: "Hold on to that giant sword, of course you can't stand up. I've never seen a child as stupid as you!"
"This, is, a mission!" Hathaway popped out word after word. I don't know if he was gnashing his teeth, or because he didn't know how to arrange the word order reasonably, so he could only break it down according to his thinking habits.
Fernando said angrily: "You throw the giant sword to the ground first, and then pick it up after you stand up. Otherwise, with your limb coordination, you will never stand up again!"
He saw what Hathaway's real problem was, but he said it without mercy. At the same time, he silently added in his heart, and your language skills!
Hathaway's face darkened, and she turned serious again. She showed no expression other than indifference and stubbornness. Moreover, she did not listen to the suggestions hidden in Fernando's ridicule, but continued her efforts, holding on again and again.
, fell down again and again, and finally, after countless failures, she knelt down and sat up, then raised her giant sword, using it as a support, and slowly stood up.
Seeing this scene, Old Green showed a hint of excitement on his face: "In addition to the color of her eyes, she also has the perseverance flowing in his blood!"
"Yes, otherwise I would not have accepted this task, even if it was arranged by the big shot himself." The knight teacher named Sharp smiled, feeling a little relieved and a little emotional. His beautiful blue eyes were like a windless sea.
Silent as a sapphire.
Hathaway's fair little face was stained with several stains, and her neat bangs became messy. She picked up the giant sword and glanced sideways at Fernando. She didn't say anything or snort, but that was it.
The indifferent eyes made Fernando's face darken, and he muttered: "You can still succeed in small things like this if you keep trying. If you change it to other things, such a stupid approach will only make you die the first few times, and you will never succeed again."
There is no possibility of a do-over."
Hathaway's expression remained unchanged, her gaze turned to Douglas, her legs slightly bent: "Thank you."
There was a hint of coldness in her soft voice.
"Perseverance and never admitting defeat are good qualities." Douglas first praised, and then continued, "But you must also know how to recognize your own mistakes. Persistence does not mean persisting in mistakes, but you should think and think strictly in accordance with objective facts.
solving issues."
Hathaway nodded in understanding, holding the giant sword in his arms, and stumbled to the knight teacher Sharp.
Sharp smiled and said to Old Green: "You actually have a guest here who speaks with such philosophical meaning. I have only heard similar words from cardinal-level theologians, but his meaning is exactly the opposite. He insists
It means adhering to the truth, and the truth is the Lord’s word.”
In the past, because many intelligent creatures lived long lives, allowing them time to think about some metaphysical issues, so the term philosophy came into being. Later, many ordinary scholars also joined the ranks, not because of the short life and strength.
The weak gave up thinking, so they were also called philosophers or thinkers. However, as the Dawn War deepened and the Church of Truth gained dominance, all philosophers who did not suit their tastes gradually disappeared.
"In fact, as long as they are alive, everyone will think, except of course lower creatures." Fernando interjected again with a foul mouth.
Sharp glanced sideways at him, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. The atmosphere in the lobby of the small hotel suddenly became solid, and the sound of sea water could be faintly heard, while Hathaway's face suddenly softened, revealing a little
An expectant expression.
"Ahem." Old Green coughed, interrupting the silence, "Sharp, don't argue with the kid. He's always been like this, and it's not against you."
Although Fernando could not show off his aura as a high-level magician, he still stared back at Sharp unceremoniously without flinching at all.
"Hahaha, hahaha." Sharp suddenly laughed, "Interesting, he is very similar to me when I was young. I looked down on others, liked to ridicule others, and had a bad and tough personality."
Fernando snorted and turned his head away from him, not feeling that he was anything like Sharp.
Sharp sat on the high chair in front of the wooden bar, and Old Green poured him a glass of dark yellow liquor with tacit understanding.
"Phew! You are the only one who still retains this recipe! I haven't tasted such a strong wine for a long time!" Sharp took a hard sip, and then chuckled, "Ever since I was beaten half to death by him several times, my mouth
It won’t stink anymore.”
It seemed that he really wanted to teach Fernando a lesson just now.
Fernan snorted again, but did not hesitate, because he had always understood in his heart that in Rentat, if he was not absolutely sure, it was better not to expose his magical power, otherwise not only himself, but also his companions would die!
After Sharp had a drink, he turned to the little girl Hathaway and said, "You find a seat and sit down. There will be honey grilled fish later. Well, you can put down the giant sword."
Hathaway nodded with a face, placed the giant sword horizontally on the table, then moved as briskly as a deer, he pulled up the chair and sat down, and took out a book with a dark blue cover from the storage bag.
She opened the book and read it carefully. The coldness on her face gradually faded away, and her expression became much softer. Occasionally, she would slightly raise the corners of her mouth or frown slightly.
This made her whole person suddenly become more vivid, no longer as unique as before, but like a relatively quiet child in this age group.
"Antiful's Notes?" Fernando has good eyesight and couldn't help but read out the title of the book Hathaway was reading. "If you read this kind of book at such a young age, you will become more and more stupid."
Hathaway looked up at him, then said nothing and buried her head again.
Upon seeing this, Douglas laughed, as if he didn't quite understand Fernando's behavior.
Roland chuckled, sat next to Douglas, and lowered his voice: "Don't you think this doesn't look like Fernando? In fact, he has always been like this. He has a bad mouth, loves to sarcastic, and is serious and irritable when discussing serious issues, but usually he is
He is rather immoral, he likes to tease children, and he likes to make vulgar jokes with others. You will understand it once you get to know him well."
He completely ignored Fernando's glare.
"This shows that he is young at heart." Douglas chuckled, "But for children, we still have to encourage them."
Roland continued to lower his voice: "Fernando once had a sister who died 'accidentally' before she was twelve years old, so he preferred children, but he was unwilling to admit it, preferring to tease..."
Bang, Fernando slammed the table, interrupting Roland's "betrayal".
"Haha." Sharp, who kept drinking, seemed to have very good hearing. He laughed twice at the right time to show that he heard everything.
Hathaway's movement of turning pages slowed down a lot, as if she heard Roland's words, so her tense face relaxed a lot.
Roland smiled proudly, wanting this effect to prevent the two sides from fighting and exposing the magician's identity.
Fernando looked at Roland without blinking, as if he was considering how to deal with his problems at night.
After reading "Antiphorus" for a while, Hathaway put it away and took out a thick book with a black cover, several stacks of draft paper, a quill pen and a bottle of fine-looking ink.
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Opening the book, Hathaway concentrated on writing and drawing. Her whole person exuded a "glow" that people couldn't take their eyes away from. It was the brilliance of self-confidence, which she lacked the most before!
"Basics of mathematics..." Fernando glanced at the content above.
He was not surprised. Mathematics was the only magic-related knowledge allowed to be learned openly by the church, because some nobles had to prevent themselves from being deceived by the stewards in their accounts and had to deal with various logistical problems. Of course, most nobles still said they did not understand.
Calculation is a matter of pride.
Douglas could also see through the darkness and smiled: "Actually, there is an easier way."
He was so happy to see the hunter that he couldn't control himself for a moment.
"Really?" Hathaway asked directly, not too politely, as if she didn't believe it.
Now that the words had been spoken, Douglas did not refuse. He walked to sit next to her, picked up the quill, and gave her another method. The idea was strange, simple and quick.
Hathaway stared blankly at the draft paper in front of her. Within ten seconds, her cold silver-gray eyes showed a lively expression, and she nodded affirmatively: "Really."
As she spoke, she repeated this method, then stopped to think for a while, then quickly turned the book to one page and pushed it in front of Douglas, with an indifferent expression, but a pair of eyes with a hint of expectation:
"what about this?"
Douglas looked at it, but before he could speak, Fernando, who came over at some point, sneered: "I can't even do such a simple question..."
He crackled through the solution.
Hathaway frowned her delicate eyebrows at first, but after doing the calculations, her brows gradually relaxed. Then she quickly turned the book to another page without saying a word, just looking at Douglas and Fernando. (Unfinished)
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