Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 17: Go to high school
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Chapter 17 is in high school
"...Very good, I will remember, the etiquette class might as well be more flexible, the same three nights a week, when applied to the actual situation, anytime, anywhere. Mobile terminal"
Gilbert's words rang in his ears, pulling him back to reality.
Thyls tried not to look at the schedule on the other's lap, and also tried not to calculate how much free time he had left in a week, and he took a breath.
"As for what you say, ancient and foreign languages."
The prince nodded:
"Well, ancient imperial writing."
"Northerners despise this stuff."
"But it's still the old crow. It insisted on putting it back in the course." Thales' eyes lit up. "'Don't waste so many ancient books in the library', he said so."
Gilbert moved slightly.
He is a little nostalgic, but also a little moved:
"Really, Mr. Hexer."
Thyls grinned, intending to lighten the burden of this course:
"Of course, with the foundation you have developed and years of conscious reading, I can still easily read the ancient imperial writing."
"As for my classmates," Thales shrugged:
"Well, I'm afraid she doesn't think so."
I remembered that Selma was in a daze facing an "Selected Poems of Political Allegory in the Age of Kings and City-States" written in antique ancient imperial language, biting her nails and looking around, from time to time she was horrified at her fast turning pages. The scene of the eyes, Telston felt extremely happy.
And decided to never tell her the secret of fast reading:
Can't understand?
Then skip it!
At this moment, Gilbert suddenly spoke:
"So, does Mr. Hexer teach ancient imperial language or modern imperial language?"
Thyls was taken aback and hesitated:
"Uh, let me think..."
But Gilbert nodded without hesitation, and started rustling again:
"Understood, you need extra tutoring in both imperial languages."
Two.
Thyls suddenly felt a sense of sadness of shooting himself in the foot.
The foreign secretary raised his head:
"And foreign language?"
The prince looked at the schedule with fewer and fewer vacancies on the paper, and said bitterly:
"Uh, does orc language count?"
Gilbert raised his eyebrows and wrote with a clear face, filling in the few remaining blanks:
"So you also need to tutor three languages: Ancient Siya Elf, Gurion Elf, and General Elf."
Thyls raised his head in horror.
"Just kidding, Your Highness," Gilbert raised his head and laughed loudly:
"Except for the elves and linguists, no one can talk about the first two."
"Don't worry, all you need to learn is general wizard text."
Looking at the other person crossing out a few squares again, Thales wisely swallowed the phrase "So Ada can speak?"
"Very well, then, grammar, history, etiquette, language, the basic classes in your course are over," Gilbert said with satisfaction:
"Next is the second category."
What?
More?
Thyls was heartbroken again.
The first category is enough for him!
But Gilbert's next sentence caught his attention:
"Philosophy."
At that moment, Thales was stunned again.
A few seconds later, ignoring the pressure of schoolwork, Thales was steadfastly surprised:
"Zhe...Zhe what?"
Gilbert raised his head seriously, and pronounced the words:
"Philosophy is an ancient name, an extremely broad subject."
"Today, especially in your course, it includes math, nature, art, and theology courses."
What?
Mathematics, nature, art, theology?
Thyls said in surprise:
"Are all these in philosophy?"
Gilbert smiled and asked in the same sentence:
"Which can't be put in philosophy?"
Thyls waved his hand.
"I know what you mean," the Duke was a little confused:
"But I think narrow and specialized philosophy is not so specific, right? Doesn't it answer some broad and profound ultimate questions?"
As if the Secretary of Foreign Affairs is about to make a joke with him, repeat it again:
"Then, what question do you think does not belong to the'extensive and profound ultimate question'?"
Tyles was taken aback, then scratched his head, God, this must be an infection from Cohen.
"Um... "What are you eating 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 deep..."
He looked at His Royal Highness earnestly:
"Next."
"His Royal Highness, a scribe or a civil official of college background, as long as he works hard enough and is familiar with the classics, he can also be proficient in grammar, knowledge of history, proper etiquette and proficient in language."
"A civilian knight who came from a conscript or a city defense team, as long as he works hard enough to practice martial arts without stopping, he can also achieve outstanding martial arts, command a certain degree, be invincible on the battlefield, and repeatedly make achievements."
"They all have the opportunity to be knighted one day."
Gilbert's eyes sharpened:
"But how do you distinguish you as a true nobleman with a long history and significance, but they are not?"
Thyls gave him an awkward smile.
I don't know.
After all, it’s the first time...
Be a nobleman.
Fortunately, he tried to put the phrase "golden blood?" that he had been mocked countless times into his throat.
Gilbert smiled mysteriously.
"If you are not used to it, Your Highness, then just use it as a nice name: philosophy."
Gilbert looked out the window, looking forward to:
"You must know that long before the imperial period, philosophy was all-encompassing. It was once called the "learning of all laws" and was a compulsory course for the nobles. As a child of the nobility, I didn’t learn or not learn philosophy, only whether I learned it deeply or not."
The study of all laws?
The "Seat of All Dharma" that Ashida said...
Thyls paid attention in silence.
"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 lips, and did not answer.
Thyls, who couldn't find a word, could only breathe out.
"You know, you remind me of the old crow again."
The Duke of Xinghu recalled the past:
"Although the aristocratic education in the Northland put them into military classes in abundance, geometry, astronomy, and geography, the old crow took them apart and explained the four courses separately and listed them separately."
"The old crow doesn't just talk about simple arithmetic, but..."
Gilbert answered suddenly:
"Algebra?"
Thyls' eyes lit up:
"He taught you the same way?"
Gilbert chuckled lightly.
"This is a compulsory course at Dragon Kiss Academy. It is an old tradition a long time ago. Teacher Hexer brought some to his home class."
The Minister of Foreign Affairs said quietly:
"At least, all the students in Long Kiss College must learn the principles and formulas of solving general algebra such as quartic equations."
What?
"Quartic equation?"
Still a required course?
Tels gave a dry smile:
"Why? Why not just learn five times, six times, and seven times equations?"
Unexpectedly, Gilbert recalled it very seriously:
"Mr. Hexer said that no one seems to have found a way to solve the fifth degree equation. It is said that there are some methods in the Empire...Some people have found them, but they were lost after the end of the 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 referring to simple numbers, but some objects beyond reality and beyond imagination. They can even find a way , Which accurately refers to direction and space, movement and change, for which their arithmetic paper can spread out 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.
Thyls thought half jokingly and half helplessly.
What a shame to our empire tradition.
Gilbert lowered his head and continued the grid-filling game:
"In addition to mathematics..."
"From geography, broaden your knowledge and broaden your horizons;"
"Art broadly encompasses music, painting, sculpture, dance, poetry and drama, cultivates body and mind, and cultivates temperament."
"As for theology, um, it is more mysterious, you will know."
"The weekly schedule needed to add them together, um, let me see..."
Thyls became more and more tired.
Gilbert frowned and picked up the draft schedule:
"Oh, it seems that the schedule is a little overwhelming..."
"It doesn't matter, I will arrange the proportion of basic and philosophy courses when I go back. Both are mixed..."
Thyls closed his eyes unluckily, admitting to himself.
But he remembered something, and immediately opened his eyes and asked:
"Wait, Gilbert, did you just say that there are three categories?"
Gilbert looked at him with a teachable expression:
"Yes, the third category, the practical category, which must be reported to your Majesty for the decision..."
More?
Thyls is not without sadness:
"Practice?"
Gilbert cleared his throat and continued to make notes on the paper that foretells Thales’ future fate:
"For example, the rule of practice is especially needed by large families above the earl rank."
"Military command and logistics, government reporting and processing, agriculture and commerce, finance and taxation, national politics and diplomacy, religious and aristocratic relations, law and jurisprudence..."
"But this is not what an average college teacher can teach. It often needs to be combined with reality and examples. It is best to have personal experience..."
Gilbert finished memorizing something, and squinted his head and smiled:
"Don't worry for now, please fill in the previous content first."
He gleefully looks at the schedule plan in his hand:
"Then, grammar, logic, rhetoric in grammar class..."
"Then history class, etiquette class, all have to do some fine-tuning of the focus..."
"Two ancient imperial scripts, plus general elves, I guess you have almost forgotten the basis of the latter..."
"There are mathematics, nature, art, and theology. Well, the four subjects will 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 again. It's best to find a different course for each course, so that you feel novel and like the class..."
"Practical category needs to make another note..."
Listening to his words, Thales’ expression experienced the initial panic, pain, and sorrow, but now it has gradually become numb.
"Very well, these are your three types of courses."
Gilbert smiled so that his teeth were showing:
"I wish you a happy study."
Tyles glanced at the almost full schedule, and his face suddenly became pale:
"Do you think I can handle it?"
Gilbert shook his fingers, confident.
"No, no, no, others may not know, but six years ago, I witnessed your study progress with my own eyes. Your Highness, you can be called a genius."
Wait, wait.
Thyls's mouth twitched.
"I believe these courses are just a piece of cake for you."
"And, six years ago, when you were young, didn't you just tell me," Gilbert blinked, full of relief to find a good student:
"You like class the most."
Tyles' eyes went dark.
Gilbert.
You...Did you misunderstand something?
If he said now that his brain was broken by the Northlanders, would it be useful?
Is it obvious that the Minister of Foreign Affairs did not realize his feelings:
"Then I will leave first, and I will come back tomorrow. You have to prepare for grammar class!"
Thyls can't remember how he sent Gilbert away.
He just remembered that he nodded and nodded blankly.
When Thales recovered, he was already standing at the door of the reception room.
At this moment, a voice that was no longer so unfamiliar sounded from behind.
"It's over?"
Thyls looked back blankly.
"Very well, the Security Department just sent someone to disperse the uninvited guests who wanted to visit the Duke."
His captain of the guard, Lord Mallos, the watchman, still has that calm smile:
"Then you should have time?"
Thyls looked at him numbly, not knowing why.
I saw Mallos grinning, and he was like a spring breeze.
"Get ready, Your Highness, our training will begin tomorrow."
Thyls also recovered vaguely.
Wait.
"Fuck..."
Tyles recovered from the numbness, he turned around abruptly, his eyes suddenly enlarged:
"What the fuck?"
Malles frowned slightly.
"Earl Caso didn't tell you?"
Thyls shook his head subconsciously.
The watchman stepped forward and squinted his eyes to look at the Lord Duke:
"In addition to the complex courses of basics, philosophy, and practice, the star nobility has the most important point."
The most important point?
Mallos nodded and smiled:
"Since the time of the kings, the most critical criterion to prove that nobility and common people are different."
Coming again?
The ominous hunch struck Thales in his heart.
Just listen to Mallos smiling and speaking:
"Martial Arts."
Thyls did not react, and was speechless for a while.
Three seconds later.
The prince took a deep breath:
"No, I learn martial arts skills, what does it have to do with you..."
Malles interrupted him with a standard etiquette:
"Unfortunately, under Tormund Mallos, just appointed by your majesty as yours..."
"Martial arts instructor."
Thyls was stunned.
Malos raised his head, his face full of spring breeze:
"So seven days a week, I need you to take out seven early mornings and seven afternoons from tomorrow, six in the morning and five in the afternoon, please move to the training ground in the backyard on time."
"Follow me~IndoMTL.com~ Practice well."
He said the last few words with great joy.
Thyls looked at him blankly, unable to say a word.
And Mallos patted him on the shoulder and released a friendly smile: "Don't worry, Your Highness."
"Our days are growing."
Tyles took a breath and walked forward numbly, ignoring the interesting gaze of the people behind him.
But Mallos stopped him.
"Your Excellency the Duke."
"Practice has a degree, but the sword has no eyes."
His smile is gentle and generous, but in Thales's eyes he looks evil: "If there is a bump..."
"Please bear with me."
Malles salutes gracefully, smiles, and turns away.
Leave the prince alone, messy in the morning light.
At this moment, Thales was emotionally mixed.
The mind is gloomy.
It took a long while before he walked out of the living room with a haggard look.
Prepare to enjoy my Mi insect career for the last time.
The prince suddenly understood.
It turns out that I was in Northland before, it was just from this world...
Nine-year compulsory education.
Tyles exhaled in pain.
Now, he is finally fourteen years old...
It's time to go...
Thyls thought desperately:
High school.
Looking at the Lord Duke walking past with a numb look, Doyle in the distance shook his head.
Unfortunately, this kid caught up with Mallos and was threatened by a fat nobleman, and it was time for him to feel bad.
But...
Doyle looked at Thales in despair.
Hey, our second prince, Duke of Xinghu, is this going to work? .
The eyeballs rolled, and he scratched his chin.
You know, the female officials in the palace...
Waiting to teach him gender lessons.
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