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:
"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?
It's a bit much.
but.
Grammar, history, etiquette...
"It's quite similar to the Northland..." Thales muttered.
Until Gilbert's next sentence with a smile:
"Grammar is the first course, and then..."
"Divide it into...three subjects."
Taylor suddenly froze.
What?
Gilbert still looked like he was smiling and couldn't see his eyes, and continued:
"Grammar, logic, rhetoric."
Thales quickly stopped him.
"Wait, this sounds familiar."
The prince did not complain about the total number of subjects of "three times four times three", but triggered another memory:
"Although it's only a few months..."
Thales scratched his chin and thought:
"However, based on the national conditions of the North, Old Crow has rescheduled our, I mean, rescheduled my class schedule."
Gilbert motioned for him to continue.
"Grammar, this is the subject that Northerners despise the most," Thales tentatively said:
"But Lao Yao did the opposite. He specifically removed it from the military indoor class and emphasized that three things should be learned in grammar."
Gilbert smiled.
"Let me guess, he means grammar, logic, rhetoric?"
Thales nodded.
"Yes, but not so detailed - Northerners don't like it - usually, Old Crow will give us a poem or a short article or something, and let us study its grammar, explain the author's ideas clearly, and summarize it
logical structure, and then allow ourselves to process it rhetorically and rewrite it.”
Gilbert seemed to have remembered something, and nodded with nostalgia:
"Dragon Kiss College has a long history, and the Dragon Kiss land is rarely affected by war. For centuries, it has been a gathering place for Western Continent's humanities."
"Their culture was deeply influenced by the empire, and they retained a lot of imperial civilization—more so than ours to a certain extent."
He nodded approvingly and gratifiedly:
"Thank you Mr. Hickser, he saved us a lot of trouble."
But it was Thales' turn to frown:
"So, the so-called imperial tradition is placed here in Xingchen, and a grammar course must be studied in such detail?"
There are three major categories, the first category has four subjects, the first category has three subjects...
So, three times four times three...
No way.
His face darkened as he remembered something.
Gilbert laughed:
"You may not have noticed, Your Highness, but six years ago, what I taught you here was an integral part of the grammar class: whether it was the grammatical understanding of ancient imperial prose and ancient poetry, or the logic and rhetoric of sonnets.
.”
Thales was stunned.
"But since you said so, I will make modifications as appropriate in grammar class - Teacher Hickser's handling is very appropriate."
Gilbert raised his glasses again, lowered his head and marked all the first rows of the schedule on the paper:
"As for grammar class, let's... take six mornings a week."
Thales's face changed.
etc.
Six days?
The prince made a sad face:
"Since time is tight, can't we include it in history and etiquette classes? You know, grammar is not something that can be done in a short while..."
But Gilbert was very persistent.
"Grammar class is far more important than you think, Your Highness."
The Foreign Secretary was still scribbling down the course schedule on paper:
"Listening and speaking, it's not difficult."
"But the difficulty is that apart from listening and speaking, not everyone can think, understand and express."
Gilbert raised his eyes:
"What's worse is that everyone thinks they know it."
The cunning fox narrowed his eyes:
"So Mr. Hickser has a saying: 'Most of the conflicts in the world are because some people failed grammar classes.'"
"That's why, in addition to listening and speaking, we also need to read and write - it's not just about literacy."
Thales was speechless.
All right.
Gilbert lowered his head to organize his class schedule:
"You are born noble, Your Highness, but if you can't even fully understand the words spoken by others, you can't even see the logic behind the writing, and you don't even know the rhetoric behind it," Gilbert hummed.
One sound:
"Then it would be extremely irresponsible for me to rashly ask you to understand history, learn etiquette, and push you to the whole world."
Gilbert seemed to be getting more and more enthusiastic:
“If you don’t understand grammar, logic, and rhetoric—or worse, if you know the above three but don’t know how to apply them, let alone benefit from them—how can you face history and etiquette, and face different people?
, things, the choices you make with your wisdom will be very limited: either impulsive blind obedience or ignorant opposition, poor imitation or self-righteous disdain."
"And they all fall into one category: misunderstanding."
"Making you an arrogant fool."
Thales raised his eyebrows.
I'm just asking a question...
How do you feel... being taught a lesson?
and……
Thales couldn't help but think:
At this time, Gilbert really looks like...Old Crow himself.
Gilbert's words continued:
"On the contrary, if you are proficient in grammar, no matter the history, etiquette, or worldliness, you will get twice the result with half the effort, and you will be able to understand everything with just one point."
"Instead of being like most people, living in this world and in their own world only by intuition and luck."
Gilbert changed the topic and his face became warm:
"Please remember, Your Highness, this is not for the present, but for the long term."
Thales was speechless and couldn't help but lean back.
Okay, okay, everything you said is right.
We are all.
"So the grammar class has been decided. Then in the basic class, only history, etiquette, ancient Chinese and foreign languages are left..."
Gilbert paused and put down his hand glasses:
"I believe that Mr. Xixer, Mr. Laowu, has also made corresponding adjustments?"
History, etiquette, ancient languages and foreign languages...
Thales sighed:
"Yes, his first class is about history."
"But its history is more than just the traditional fables of the Northlanders. It only tells you what happened, and what you need to remember, what lessons you need to learn, who is right and who is wrong, and who has made the greatest contribution and most needs to be remembered.
Such flattering words..."
As Thales talked, he was gradually reminded of nostalgia:
"On the contrary, every piece of history explained by Old Crow leads to a theme, and then he stops there and comes back to force you to think."
The more he talked, the more entranced he became:
"The causes of law, the basis of faith, the limits of rule, the meaning of victory and defeat...all the things you can't see, let alone expect, when you only read the running narrative, only read the hymns of heroes, and only read the established conclusions."
Perhaps out of respect for the teacher, or perhaps because he was dry from talking too much, Gilbert didn't say anything more this time.
"Very good, then the history class will be three times a week, three nights. We just need to adjust the focus of history. We might as well start with the two hundred and eight emperors of the empire and the thirty-nine kings of the stars..."
Gilbert happily checked off the three boxes on his schedule.
etc.
How many?
Thales's face suddenly darkened.
Yes, he had read about the deeds of many imperial emperors, but...
Two hundred and eight?
Looking at Gilbert's smiling expression, Thales breathed out weakly.
"The etiquette class is taught by Lady Jinx. Count Lisban will also show up when he is free. It is said that he often invites some respected old nobles and ladies..."
Thales said listlessly:
"I often skipped these classes and went out to read and study by myself..."
At the same time, evade the eyes and ears and test the loopholes of the Palace of Heroes.
A battle of wits and courage with the Fallen Star.
"But after Old Crow came, he told us that although it was boring, the etiquette class was more than just etiquette, at least it was more than just teaching you how to salute, nod and bow when you meet," Thales cheered up:
"It contains ethics, morals, aristocratic rules and religious traditions."
"The true 'Northern Way'."
"Looking at it this way, even the etiquette class of the Northlanders is not boring, because it reflects what the Northlanders value: they tell you, as a Northlander lord, when to kill someone and when to forgive.
When there is war, when there is peace."
"So in his eyes, etiquette is not just etiquette, but something that is conventional and self-evident. It is Exeter's new and old legal principles, the rules and order of the nobility, the responsibilities and obligations of the lord, and the rights and freedoms of the vassals.
,For example..."
Thales' eyes focused:
"Nikaru's Co-Governance Pledge."
What it reflects is not only the cold and rigid rule book, but also the warm and lively actors.
It's really...
politics.
It's like...
Thales' vision suddenly became blurry.
[Garfinkel's so-called 'explanation' and 'index', these so-called self-evident tacit factors, build a bridge between 'action' and 'scene', allowing people and the environment to reflect each other.
Joint construction...such as public etiquette that everyone must abide by...]
Thales shook his head desperately, throwing this memory that was too far away from this world and too profound back into his brain.
After returning from the Western Wilderness, for some reason, his old memories that had gradually become silent over the past six years began to surge back from time to time like a volcano filled with pressure.
It's like a resurgence.
Thales pressed his forehead, getting rid of the dizziness just now, while feeling suspicious.