"... Very good, I will remember it. Etiquette classes might as well be more flexible. It is also three nights a week. If applied to practice, it can be done anytime, anywhere. Mobile version"
Gilbert's words rang in his ears, bringing him back to reality.
Thales tried not to look at the schedule on his opponent's lap, and tried not to calculate how much free time he had left in the week, and took a breath.
"As for what you said, ancient languages and foreign languages."
The prince nodded:
"Well, ancient imperial literature."
"Northlanders despise this stuff."
"But it was the old crow who insisted on putting it back into the curriculum," Thales' eyes lit up, "'Don't waste so many ancient books in the library,' that's what he said."
Gilbert moved slightly.
He was a little nostalgic, but also a little moved:
"Yes, Mr. Hickser."
Thales hummed and smiled, intending to lighten the burden of this class:
"Of course. With the foundation you laid and years of conscious reading, I can still read Ancient Imperial Literature quite easily."
"As for my classmates," Thales shrugged:
"Well, I'm afraid she doesn't think so."
It reminds me of the scene where Thelma was in a daze in front of a book "Selected Political Allegories of the Age of Kings and City-States" written in antique ancient imperial script, biting her nails and looking around, and occasionally casting a horrified look at herself as she turned the pages quickly.
, Taylor suddenly felt extremely happy.
And decided never to tell her the secret to speed reading:
can't read?
Then skip it!
At this moment, Gilbert suddenly spoke:
"So, is Mr. Hickser teaching ancient imperial literature or modern imperial literature?"
Thales was stunned and hesitated:
"Um, let me think about it..."
But Gilbert nodded suddenly without hesitation and started writing again:
"I understand, you need additional tutoring on both imperial languages."
Two kinds.
Thales suddenly felt like he had shot himself in the foot.
The Foreign Secretary raised his head:
"And a foreign language?"
The prince looked at the schedule with fewer and fewer vacancies on the paper and said with a grimace:
"Um, does orc language count?"
Gilbert raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and wrote with a clear face, filling in the few spaces left:
"So you still need to be tutored in three languages: Ancient Elvish, Gurian Elvish, and Common Elvish."
ha?
Thales raised his head in horror.
"It's just a joke, Your Highness," Gilbert raised his head and laughed:
"No one can speak the first two except the elves themselves and linguists."
"Don't worry, all you need to learn is general Elven script."
Seeing the other person scratch out a few boxes again, Thales wisely swallowed the sentence "So Ada can speak?"
"Very good, then, grammar, history, etiquette, language, the basic classes in your course are over," Gilbert said with satisfaction:
"Next is the second category."
What?
besides?
Thales felt sad again.
The first category is enough for him!
However, Gilbert's next words caught his attention:
"philosophy."
At that moment, Thales was stunned again.
A few seconds later, regardless of the pressure of schoolwork, Thales said in surprise:
"Zhe...zhe what?"
Gilbert raised his head seriously and pronounced:
"Philosophy is an ancient name, an extremely broad subject."
"Today, especially in your curriculum, it includes mathematics, nature, art, and theology."
What?
Mathematics, nature, art, theology?
Thales said in surprise:
"Are these all included in philosophy?"
Gilbert smiled slightly and asked in the same sentence pattern:
"Which ones cannot be included in philosophy?"
Thales waved his hand.
"I know what you mean," the Duke said with some confusion:
"But I think that narrow and specialized philosophy is not so specific. Doesn't it answer some broad and profound ultimate questions?"
The Foreign Secretary repeated the same words as if he were joking with him:
"Then what questions do you think do not belong to the 'broad and profound ultimate questions'?"
Thales was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head. God, this must be a disease he got from Cohen.
"Um...'what to eat today'?"
he asked blankly.
Gilbert put down his glasses, took a breath, and sat upright.
"First of all, the question of 'what to eat' can also be very profound..."
He looked at His Highness the Prince seriously and said:
"Secondly."
"Your Highness, as long as a scribe or academically educated civil servant works hard enough and is familiar with classics, he can be proficient in grammar, knowledgeable about history, have decent etiquette, and be proficient in language."
"A civilian knight who is a conscript or a city defense corps, as long as he works hard enough and practices martial arts continuously, he can also achieve outstanding martial arts skills, decisive command, invincibility on the battlefield, and repeated military exploits."
"They all have the opportunity to be knighted one day."
Gilbert's eyes sharpened:
"But how can we distinguish that you are a true nobleman with a long history and extraordinary significance, and they are not?"
Thales gave him an awkward smile in return.
Don't really know.
After all, it’s my first time too…
Become a noble.
Fortunately, he tried his best to suppress the phrase "golden blood?" that he had been ridiculed countless times in his throat.
Gilbert smiled mysteriously.
"If you are not used to it, Your Highness, just think of it as a nice name: philosophy."
Gilbert looked out the window with longing in his eyes:
"You know, before the empire period, philosophy was all-encompassing. It was once called the 'Learning of All Laws' and was a compulsory course for the nobility. At that time, the knights mounted their horses to hold soldiers and dismounted to talk about philosophy. As children of the nobility,
, There is no question whether you have studied philosophy or not, only whether you have learned it profoundly or not.”
The study of all dharma?
The "seat of all laws" mentioned by Asheida...
Thales paid attention silently.
"But the content it contains, mathematics, nature, art, theology, seems to be somewhat..."
The prince struggled to find an adjective, but he ultimately failed.
Gilbert just looked at him from a distance, with a smile on his face and didn't answer.
Thales, who couldn't find the words, could only let out a breath.
"You know, you remind me of Old Crow again."
Duke Xinghu recalled the past:
"Although the aristocratic education in the north put arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, and geography into military classes, Old Crow separated them separately. The four subjects are explained separately and listed in separate bibliographies."
"And Old Crow doesn't just talk about simple arithmetic, but..."
Gilbert suddenly answered:
"Algebra?"
Thales's eyes lit up:
"He taught you this too?"
Gilbert chuckled.
"This is a required course at Dragon Kiss Academy. It is an old tradition from a long time ago. Teacher Xixer brought some to his home class."
The Foreign Minister said quietly:
"At least, all the students in Dragon Kiss Academy must learn the principles and formulas for solving general algebra such as the fourth degree equation."
What?
"Quartic equation?"
Or is it a required course?
Thales laughed dryly:
"Why? Why not just learn the fifth, sixth and seventh degree equation?"
Unexpectedly, Gilbert recalled it with extra seriousness:
"Mr. Hickser said that it seems that no one has found a method to solve the quintic equation yet. It is said that there were some methods in the Empire Age... Some people have found it, but it was lost after the End War..."
"It is said that some scholars who have spent their entire lives have studied more deeply. Their algebra is no longer limited to the category of simple numbers, but some objects beyond reality and beyond imagination. They can even find methods to accurately refer to
To represent direction and space, motion and change, their arithmetic paper can be spread out for several floors..."
"Uh, Gilbert, you can stop here," Thales started to feel a headache, and he made a stop gesture:
"You know, in the military indoor classes of the Northlanders, I personally prefer astronomy and geography, although my classmates are the other way around..."
Sorry, I'm not as interested in mathematics as a little girl from the North.
Thales thought half teasingly and half helplessly.
It really brings shame to our imperial tradition.
Gilbert lowered his head and continued the game of filling in the grid:
"Except math..."
"From geography, you can expand your knowledge and broaden your horizons;"
"Art encompasses music, painting, sculpture, dance, poetry, and drama, cultivating the body and mind, and cultivating one's temperament."
"As for theology, well, it's more mysterious, you'll know."
Thales became more and more tired after hearing this.
Gilbert frowned and picked up the draft schedule:
"Oh, it seems that the schedule can't be accommodated..."
"It doesn't matter. I will arrange the proportion of basic and philosophy courses when I go back, and mix them both..."
Thales closed his eyes feeling unlucky.
But he remembered something, opened his eyes immediately, and asked:
"Wait a minute, Gilbert, did you just say that there are three major categories in total?"
Gilbert looked at him with a teachable expression:
"Yes, the third category, the practical category, will be reported to His Majesty for your decision..."
besides?
Thales said sadly:
"Practical?"
Gilbert cleared his throat and continued to make notes on the piece of paper that predicted Thales' future fate:
"For example, in terms of practical governance, it is especially needed by large families with the title of earl and above."
"Military command and logistics, government affairs reporting and processing, farming and commerce, finance and taxation, national politics and diplomacy, religious and aristocratic relations, law and jurisprudence..."
"But this is not something that ordinary college teachers can teach. It often needs to be combined with reality and examples. It is best to have personal experience..."
After Gilbert finished memorizing something, he raised his head, narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"Don't worry for now, just finish the previous content first."
He looked at the schedule in his hand happily:
"So, the grammar, logic, rhetoric in grammar class..."
"Then there are history classes and etiquette classes, all of which need to be fine-tuned..."
"Two kinds of ancient imperial script, plus universal elven script, I guess you have almost forgotten the basics of the latter..."
"Then there are mathematics, nature, art, and theology. Well, these four subjects should be broken down according to your interests and the teachers you can find. For example, I recommend art..."
"As for the detailed selection of instructors, let me take a look at it again. It is best to find something different in each course, so that you will feel novel and enjoy the class..."
"Practical types need to make a separate note..."
Listening to his words, Thales's expression experienced fear, pain, and sadness at the beginning, and now, it has gradually become numb.
"Very good, these are your three types of courses."
Gilbert smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed:
"Wish you a happy study."
Thales glanced at the almost filled schedule and suddenly turned pale:
"Do you think I can handle it?"
Gilbert shook his finger, confident.
"No, no, no, others may not know it, but six years ago, I witnessed your learning progress with my own eyes. Your Highness, you are a genius."
wait wait wait.
Thales' mouth twitched.
"I believe these courses will be a piece of cake for you."
"Moreover, didn't you tell me six years ago when you were still young?" Gilbert blinked, full of relief that he had found a good student:
"You enjoy class the most."
Thales' eyesight went dark.
Gilbert.
You...did you misunderstand something?
If he said now that his brain was damaged by the Northlanders, would it be useful?
But apparently the Foreign Minister did not understand his mood:
"Then I'll take my leave first. I'll come back tomorrow. You must be ready for your grammar class!"
Thales no longer remembers how he sent Gilbert away.
He only remembered that he nodded and smiled numbly, and smiled and nodded.
When Thales came back to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the reception room.
At this moment, a voice that was no longer unfamiliar sounded from behind.
"it's over?"
Thales turned back numbly.
"Very good, the police department just sent people to disperse the group of uninvited guests who wanted to visit the Duke."
The captain of his personal guard, the watchman Lord Mallos, still had that calm smile:
"Then you should have time, right?"
Thales looked at him numbly, not knowing why.
I saw Marius grinning, and it felt like a spring breeze.
"Get ready, Your Highness, our training starts tomorrow."
oh.
Thales came back to his senses equally numbly.
etc.
"Hold……"
Thales came back from his numbness, turned around suddenly, his eyes suddenly dilated:
"What the fuck?"
Mallos frowned slightly.
"Count Castle didn't tell you?"
Thales shook his head subconsciously.
The watchman came forward and looked at the Duke with narrowed eyes:
"In addition to the complicated courses of basics, philosophy, and practice, Star Nobles also has the most important point."
The most important thing?
Mallos nodded and smiled:
"Since the period of kings, it has been the most critical criterion that proves the different status of nobles and commoners."
Coming again?
An ominous premonition hit Thales's heart.
Just listen to Mallos smiling and saying:
"Martial arts."
Thales didn't react and was speechless for a moment.
Three seconds later.
The prince took a deep breath:
"No, I learn martial arts, what does that have to do with...you..."
Mallos interrupted him with a standard courtesy:
"Unfortunately, your Majesty, Tormund Mallos, has just been assigned as your..."
"Martial Arts Instructor."
Thales was stunned.
Mallos raised his head with a spring breeze on his face:
"So seven days a week, I need you to spend seven mornings and seven afternoons starting tomorrow. At six o'clock in the morning and five o'clock in the afternoon, please move to the training ground in the backyard on time."
"Follow me and practice well."
He said the last few words with great joy.
Thales stared at him blankly, unable to say a word.
Mallos patted him on the shoulder and gave him a friendly smile: "Don't worry, Your Highness."
"Our days are long."
Thales took a breath and walked forward numbly, ignoring the interesting looks of the people behind him.
But Marius stopped him.
"Your Excellency the Duke."
"Practice with moderation, but the sword has no eyes."
His smile was gentle and generous, but in Thales's eyes it looked downright evil: "If there is a bump..."
"Please be patient."
Marius saluted appropriately, smiled, and turned to leave.
The prince was left alone, messy in the morning light.
At this moment, Thales had mixed emotions.
The mind is gloomy.
After a long while, he walked out of the living room with a haggard look.
Prepare to enjoy your rice insect career for the last time.
The prince suddenly understood.
It turns out that in the Northland before, it was just in this world...
Nine years of compulsory education.
Thales let out a painful breath.
Now, he is finally fourteen years old...
It's time to go...
Thales thought desperately:
High school.
Seeing the Duke walking over with a numb look on his face, Doyle from a distance shook his head.
What a pity that this kid caught up with Marius who was in a bad mood when he was threatened by a fat noble.
but……
Doyle looked at Thales' lost expression.
Oh, our second prince, Duke of Xinghu, can’t do this?
He rolled his eyes and scratched his chin.
You know, the dedicated female officials in the palace...