Reggie wanted to see the first batch of gunpowder leave the factory.
But he was very afraid. Every aspect of making gunpowder was dangerous. Black gunpowder was very unstable. Not eliminating open flames could eliminate all hidden dangers. Mixing, compaction, and transportation, every detail had the possibility of causing an explosion. Historically,
Countless scientific pioneers were killed in bombings.
But if I don’t go at this time, I feel a little uneasy. Is this what a good lord should do to let Calaf and the female workers take risks alone?
Batchelor didn't take it seriously. He knew that the process of making black powder was dangerous, so he insisted on keeping Reggie away from the factory.
"The lord has the responsibilities of the lord, the soldiers have the responsibilities of the soldiers, and the craftsmen have the responsibilities of the craftsmen," Bacello said. "Everyone has to bear their own risks for their respective responsibilities. If the lord takes his life in order to bear the responsibilities of the craftsman,
Taking risks is not a heroic act, but it makes people feel stupid."
What Batchelor said seemed to make sense, and he also gave Reggie a chance to escape.
"Those children are here," Batchelor said with a smile. "Hunter Rogers found more than thirty children, and you promised to give them broth."
Reggie has not forgotten this matter. He must admit that some things are really more important than black powder.
He hurried back to the castle, and Shirley had already brought the hot broth to the children.
The children ate voraciously. They had not eaten meat for a long time. One girl choked and rolled her eyes. Reggie was really worried that this meal of broth would cause a murder.
Hunter still refused to drink the broth. He wanted to bring the broth to his father and the thirteen pounds of bacon he had earned.
But Reggie had no intention of letting him go. He had an important thing to give to all the children.
He wants all the children to stay here. Only those who have learned three letters are allowed to leave. Before leaving, they will get another bowl of broth.
Hearing that he could get another bowl of broth, Hunter decisively drank the first bowl of broth.
The other children were tempted by the broth and showed no objection.
Reggie asked the guards to write down the names of each child, then assigned a seat to each child, and gave each of them a quill and three pieces of parchment. The lord's school officially opened in front of the castle gate.
Teaching children is not an easy task. Their understanding ability is obviously not as good as that of adults, and they cannot concentrate for a long time. They like to fight and make noise occasionally, and they ask endless boring questions.
"Sir, what's the use of learning the alphabet?"
"Sir, can I take this fork away?"
"Sir, as long as you write the letters on paper, you have learned it, right?"
"Sir, will there be any broth for you tomorrow?"
Among them, many were children of farmers, some were children of merchants, some were children of slaves, and some were beggars who had no parents at all.
"Teaching these children to read is like feeding the best wheat to the animals." Alice, standing next to Bachelo, said bitterly.
Batchelor glared at Alice and whispered: "Watch your words and deeds, there are many people here watching."
There were more and more people watching, and Reggie was talking more and more energetically.
"What does he want to do? To please these common people?" Alice sneered, "Why would a lord want to please the common people?"
Batchelor said: "I said, he is different from other lords."
"What's the difference?"
"He understands what other lords don't understand. The support of the common people is sometimes more valuable than the support of the nobles."
"So what?" Alice was still disdainful, "Do these civilians really understand the meaning of knowledge? Reading and writing may not be more attractive to them than a pound of bread."
Batchelor said: "There are always children like Khalaf who, despite their humble background, are always full of knowledge."
"Don't mention that slave again!" Alice gritted her teeth, "What can they do after learning knowledge? What valuable things can they create?"
Batchelor said: "Calaf has created many valuable things. Before the lord hears these words, you'd better quiet down, unless you want to be locked up in a dungeon or do hard labor."
It has to be said that Reggie is not good at teaching children. His progress is too fast and his language is too condensed. The appeal of the broth is declining, and the children's patience is about to run out.
Reggie, who was sweating profusely, felt a little powerless. He paused for a while, looking for some water to drink. Shirley brought honey juice, and Batchelor took the opportunity to take over the class.
"Lord, please leave this to me. Boys and girls, show me how to write the letters you just learned. First, look at yours. Little Hunter, your posture when holding the pen is wrong. Then look at this.
Girl, your handwriting is too small. It seems that you cherish the lord's paper very much. Let me see yours again..."
Bachelot has served as a teacher for two lords and countless noble children. Teaching is one of the things he is best at. Children are also willing to listen to his vivid explanations, and the atmosphere in the classroom is much better than before.
Reggie was sitting aside to rest, and he saw a mother holding her child standing in the distance and watching.
The children really want to join the class, but they are a little scared.
The mother also hopes that her children can learn to read, but is worried that this will not be free.
Reggie waved his hand and motioned to the mother to send the child over. With the Lord's order, the mother also gained confidence and confidence. She carried the child to the Grand Master, who immediately gave the child paper and pen.
This is a good start. Reggie's purpose for doing this is far from being as simple as Batchelor thought. He is not trying to please the common people. At least this is what Alice said. For the common people, the value of reading and writing is really great.
Not as good as a pound of bread.
He wanted to improve the quality of residents in Suixue City. The quality of residents who could read and write was more than one level higher than that of illiterate people.
This doesn't seem to happen overnight, but Reggie firmly believes that he can do this. He wants to promote basic education, not only for children, but also for adults. He wants to make Broken Snow City the most dazzling pearl of the Lion Kingdom.
, not just because of force and wealth, but because he has better people than other lords.
Just as Reggie was sweetly thinking about his grand plan, Jarvan Gusta came to him in a hurry and said to Reggie: "Lord, the envoy from the royal capital is here."
Reggie smiled and said: "Well done! Do you recognize their messenger?"
"I don't recognize him, but I have heard his name," Jarvan whispered, "Duke Spindu Altaf, Prime Minister of our kingdom."
"Why did it come so suddenly?" Reggie was surprised when he heard this. Whenever a big shot like this goes to a place, he will definitely get the news in advance, unless he doesn't want to be entertained by the lord. Although the officials in the royal capital always say they don't want to disturb others.
life, but they absolutely cannot tolerate the slightest slight or neglect.
"Where is he now?"
Jiawen said: "He has already entered. Due to his special status, I cannot keep him out of the city."
"It doesn't matter, let him in!" Reggie laughed loudly, "My reinforcements and food are coming! I'll go meet him right away."
Jiawen was a little embarrassed. He felt that Reggie had misunderstood something.
"Lord, I didn't see the Prime Minister carrying any food, and he didn't have many troops. I think he doesn't look too good. You must pay more attention."
Reggie smiled and said: "Nothing can be done overnight. We have to be more patient. Tell the cook to prepare a dinner for the Prime Minister. Don't forget to prepare the broth for the children. Let Bachelet rest for a while and be ready to welcome the Prime Minister.
My lord’s preparation.”
Don't think that Reggie doesn't understand the rules of dealing with superiors. In the era he lived in, although there were not many etiquette regulations, the art of communicating with superiors may be more complicated than this era.
You must remember that the Prime Minister is the highest-ranking official in the royal capital. The highest-ranking official must be very busy, with a very broad vision and vision, very clear principles, very limited patience, and reasonable requests can be made.
But the tone and method must be very particular. Eating and drinking are trivial. It is very necessary to prepare more gifts...
Reggie rushed all the way to the city gate, but what was waiting for him was the spear of the Prime Minister's guard.
This scene seemed familiar. When he surrendered to Prince Sean, the enemy's infantry warned him not to get too close.
Is it also a hundred feet away? Reggie searched for the memory fragments carefully. Unfortunately, "former Reggie" knew too little about etiquette.
Erwin followed Reggie and chased after him. The Prime Minister's Guards numbered around a hundred people, and the opponent's tense momentum made Erwin very disgusted. He did not lead many guards, only about thirty people, and Erwin secretly ordered the guards to
Go gather people, at least don't embarrass the lord too much in the scene.
Reggie took a few steps back, bowed respectfully, and said: "Prime Minister, welcome to Broken Snow City. I have prepared fine wine for you. Please follow me to the castle and accept the hospitality of this small border town.
"
After saying this, Reggie received no response for a while.
There were more and more civilians watching, which really made Reggie a little embarrassed.
Reggie raised his head and looked at the opponent's formation. In the middle of the first row, there was a middle-aged man in his fifties riding a brown horse. Like all Norburg people, he had blond hair, blue eyes, a high nose, and a noble bloodline.
Wearing gorgeous clothes, this person should be the Prime Minister.
Reggie gave the Prime Minister a friendly smile again, and he leaned over and made an inviting gesture.
But the Prime Minister remained indifferent, but a few guards pushed the three bloody prisoners up.
Two thick bamboos clamped the necks of the three people and clamped them in a row. Reggie could imagine how much suffering the three people suffered along the way.
They were all seriously injured, and one of them was hung in the middle. He was shorter, his feet almost left the ground, and he was dying.
Reggie turned around and asked in a low voice: "Do you recognize these three poor people?"
Erwin shook his head, Jiawen didn't recognize them either.
Bachelor Batchelor trotted all the way to Reggie's side, panting and saying: "Sir, they are my messengers, and the situation is not good."
Prime Minister Spindu came to Reggie on a horse and asked with a smile, "Are you Reginald Victor?"
"Yes, my lord," Reggie raised his head and looked at the Prime Minister and said, "I think there may be some misunderstanding between us..."
"Who told you to raise your head and talk to me?" The Prime Minister raised his riding crop and swung it down, hitting Reggie on the cheek.
There was an instant burning pain on the left side of his face. Reggie touched his cheek and felt a stain of blood.