"What did you say?! Get up at four in the morning and have seven classes?!"
Holding the board Huggins handed him, Todd's hands were shaking.
Listening to the long list of course titles announced by the man in front of him: grammar, rhetoric, dialectics, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy and...music? Todd's heart was bleeding.
You bunch of pure-hearted monks can just recite sutras, why do you have to learn so many nonsense?!
"The music instructor can't be you, right?" Seeing the big Slavic man shaking his head, Todd felt a little relieved, finally hearing good news.
"But you can also appoint a master. I'm quite confident in music."
Hearing Huggins' self-recommendation, Todd shook his head as if it was on a spring.
The man, who looked a little disappointed, told the latter to go to bed early. At the last moment when he stepped out of the door, he dropped a meaningless sentence: "Don't go out of the room no matter what sound you hear at night."
The door was closed with a bang.
Passing through the closed wooden board, Todd, who had the ability to see through, looked helplessly at Huggins, who had just walked out of the room, his ear pressed against the door with an inquiring look on his face.
"I can see you!"
The Slavic man straightened up without any shame and left the aisle angrily, still mumbling, why did I forget this boy's ability... something like this.
I can finally enjoy the peace and quiet.
Todd turned around and looked at the empty room, with dim walls, cracked stone slabs, shutters with wooden edges on one side, a narrow wooden bed for only one person, and a set of old sheets that creaked with use.
People tables and chairs.
Gone.
Yes, that's it, that's it.
I probably guessed that the nightlife after time travel would be boring, but I really didn't expect it to be so "desperate" and boring.
Not even willing to give a candle!
Looking at the setting sun slowly setting outside the window, Todd remembered what Huggins said to him in the afternoon.
"Little guy, Master Miles really values you. He gave you a single room with the best conditions and arranged the best master for you."
If the conditions of the "best single room" where I live are like this, then who knows how bad the living environment of those monks who practice will be?
Maybe we can think of ways to improve it?
Lying on the wooden bed, his mind was filled with miscellaneous thoughts. Todd didn't even realize that this was the first time he had slept peacefully in bed since he traveled to this world.
He thought of his past life for a while, and thought of the future for a while, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.
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late at night.
The bluestone floor of the room trembled, and the man's painful wails and crazy roars could be heard vaguely in his ears, awakening Todd from his sleep.
I tossed and turned in bed for a long time, Huggins' warning still echoing in my mind, but the curiosity of the scientific researcher in my soul from the previous life still prevailed.
He climbed out of bed quietly, opened the door gently, and just took a few steps outside when he heard a gloomy voice coming from behind him.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm in a trough!" (Chinese)
Like a ghost, the little kid Edgar slowly walked out of the darkness, frightening Todd so much that he sat down on the ground, and a sentence in Chinese came out of his mouth.
The other party was expressionless and looked at Todd coldly: "You'd better listen to Uncle Huggins and go back to bed."
Hearing the other party's advice with great displeasure, Todd had no choice but to return to his room. The screams of men could still be heard from time to time in his ears. He could only cover his ears and force himself to think about other things to divert his attention.
Perhaps half an hour had passed, or perhaps most of the night had passed. The screams and tremors gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm. Looking at the "distortions" that he had imagined in the darkness of the room, Todd could no longer sleep.
.
This awakening lasted until the moon set and the sun did not rise.
It's not even four o'clock in the morning.
There are watchmen who ring the waist bell to remind all the monks to get up and have morning classes.
Todd, who had not slept well all night, put on the monk's clothes on the wooden table, opened the door, walked through the long side corridor, and joined the group of marchers.
At some point, Huggins also came to the team. He looked at the dark circles on the boy's face in a funny way and said, "About once every three days. You'll get used to it."
What?
Todd was about to ask more questions when he saw the man disappear at the end of the line.
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Half of the sky was dyed by the sun below the horizon, and the stars in half of the sky were still twinkling. All the monks had gathered in the main hall of the monastery.
Everyone consciously divided into several teams, occupying different areas of the main hall, and recited the church's injunctions in unison.
"The Heavenly Father of all living beings, the only God, has brought us from the swamp and the miserable land into the earthly world. We should keep in mind that in this world, in heaven above, below the earth, under the earth, in the water, all thoughts and all things are
Preface, you are unique..."
Todd followed the monks and recited the teachings loudly, and the more he read, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The Church of Heavenly Father in another world is very similar to the Catholic Church in the previous life. Is all this a coincidence? Or is there some more secret reason?
After the morning class, I watched the monks around me disperse. Some began to practice their morning lessons, some went to work in the fields together, and some went to nearby villages to engage in missionary and assistant work. Todd stood
In the empty main hall, I touched my growling stomach and was completely dumbfounded.
I said.
Where's breakfast?
You got up at four o'clock and chanted for such a long time. Don't you European monks plan to fill your stomach in the morning?
In desperation, Todd drank a glass of cold water randomly, and with nothing to do, Todd had to sit on the steps of the side corridor in a daze.
Fortunately, Huggins found him.
The Slavic man, who had been traveling with this little guy for several days and knew his daily habits, secretly stuffed half a piece of rye bread into his arms, and then took him to Master Miles's class.
When he arrived at the old man's classroom, Todd realized that what Huggins said yesterday about "valuing him" was true.
Next to the wooden shelves filled with books, there is a one-meter-square desk and two wooden chairs standing opposite each other.
Today is actually a one-on-one class between Master Miles and Todd.
Signaling Huggins to leave first, the old man took out a stack of yellowed pages from the bookshelf, sat opposite Todd, pointed to the letters drawn on it and said: "Considering that you have no educational foundation, I will spend a whole morning
It takes time to teach you the basic reading of sacred texts."
Picking up the edge of the desk, the new student glanced at the words "Aa, Bb, Cc, Dd..." on the page.
I thought to myself.
Sure enough, the official language of religion here is Latin.
Three minutes later.
When the farmer's child in front of him read through the alphabet without any difficulty, Master Miles' wide-open eyes were like beacons in the dark night, shining with a strange light.
Todd moved the chair under him backwards, feeling something was wrong.