Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 16: Coincidence?
When talking about this topic, Gilbert's eyes became serious.
"You can't imagine the people of the North, especially the nobles above the earls, how do they understand the military class and how they arrange it."
Speaking of this, Thales's expression also became serious:
"The military class was divided into two parts by them."
"Outdoor and indoor."
Tyles' eyes condensed in the void:
"The military outdoor classes of the nobles include personal martial arts and military command."
"A huge proportion, almost every day."
Thyls broke his finger:
"Beating, riding, charging, archery, hunting, patrolling the barracks, battlefield exercises...Of course, the last few parts, the star prince generally has no part."
Gilbert squinted his eyes:
"Stopped?"
Thyls sighed and drove the dead face out of his head:
"Don't care about these details."
The Duke came back to his senses:
"As for the aristocratic military indoor class, I was surprised when I first saw it..."
Thyls looked at the foreign secretary, solemnly and honestly:
"It's grammar, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy..."
Gilbert's pen stopped.
"Yes, you heard that right," Thales frowned:
"How to read and write, arithmetic, know the weather, calculate the distance... all these were compressed by the Exter and put in the'Military Indoor Class'."
Gilbert was silent for a while, then began to write:
"I have indeed heard that people from the North are used to learning to read and write in war classes, but even the Arund family in the stars..."
"This is the first time I have heard the narration from such a close person...interesting."
Thyls twitched at the corner of his mouth and shook his shoulder.
"As for why, according to a dead face, if you don’t know how to read and write military orders, you can’t count the right number of people, you don’t know the topography, and you don’t know the climate and astronomy," Thales sarcastically hooked up the two sticks Finger:
"'That's a fart fight'."
Thyls leaned back angrily.
Who can imagine that Nicolai, who looks clumsy, can know how long it will be until dawn and when it is the time of a surprise attack as long as he looks up to stare at the stars; as long as a rough glance, he can calculate the **** and cavalry in front of him. The preparation required for the charge; as long as the flagpole is erected, can you understand the current wind direction's influence on the shooting of the crossbow?
("The team knew that it was all icebergs that forced him to memorize by rote, but he didn't know the truth at all." This is a certain Blade Guard veteran who talks to the newcomers in the Palace of Valor: "So when investigating in the wild, you just ask the boss, "Which side is the East". Don't be specific about "Which one is the most star" or "Why does the most star point to the east?"-Isaiah used to be very different. I asked face-to-face, that day, they had a fight in front of Prince Suril...")
("What, did you ask what happened? Later, Bingberg thought of a good idea to mediate their conflict: shaking hands with each other 50,000 times.")
("That day, the entire Blade Guard did nothing. They stood in front of the palace gate and watched them shaking hands and shaking hands again and again. From morning to night, they took turns counting, almost vomiting. Now... Your Majesty found out, so he moved the dining table out and watched them shaking hands while eating...")
("It is gratifying that after that, they got along with each other a lot more anger, at most they pointed their noses to each other, but they never fought again...")
("Look, this is the brotherhood under the blade oath, oh my **** touched me...")
("Well, time flies, and the touching story is over, let’s talk about business: who dare to fight in the post today, who are the rascals?")
And Nicolai was only halfway through his family-he was not even a nobleman.
"As for geometry and astronomy, although most of the time they go back and forth in ancient books, they are mixed with a lot of old calculations and ancient legends, coupled with the natural geography around the Northland, you know,'There are few people in the Northland. The weather is cold, the desert is hot and the plants are sparse, the stars are everywhere, bad guys, and the sea is full of big monsters..."
Tyles' voice became heavy.
"But as long as it is connected to practical and empirical battlefield applications, these simple knowledge in our opinion will become extremely detailed and practical."
Tyles' complexion is solemn:
"Reading and writing pay attention to efficiency and directness, and arithmetic cares about convenience and speed."
"As for geometric astronomy, such as charge distance calculation, **** and range measurement, team statistics, battle damage ratio estimation, viewing orientation, stargazing, weather forecasting, landform observation..."
Speaking of this, the Duke looked at Gilbert with a complicated mood.
"And there are even foreign languages and music in military classes."
Gilbert raised his head:
"Foreign language? Music?"
Thyls nodded:
"Do you know how to say "child" in orc language?"
"The people of the North know that-‘Sorino’ and ‘Sorina’ are the orc language of desert and glacier respectively."
"Because it is useful when dealing with ‘busters’."
Gilbert shone again.
"As for music, you know, there are many types of Northland war drums and bone flutes," Thales said silently:
"There is ruggedness and desolation as well as passionate blood, from charging and fighting to retreat and retreating, from victory celebration to funeral farewell, and everything."
"This is the meaning of Northland Music."
The living room was quiet for a while.
"Everybody knows that the Northland advocates soldiers and martial arts," Gilbert sighed this time:
"But it seems that they often win on the battlefield and are invincible. It is not for no reason, but historical tradition."
"Leave aside for the time being, at least one well-educated Exeter nobleman will definitely be a qualified battlefield commander—regardless of mental temperament or ability."
"They are not illiterate, let alone stupid."
Gilbert sighed, with maximum fear in his eyes:
"It is our destiny..."
"A terrible opponent."
This topic is a bit heavy.
Thyls can only nod in a complicated mood.
"So, the historical traditions of the North, the etiquette and jurisprudence of the North, and the rule of the nobility of the North," Gilbert got rid of his emotions:
"And their most special military lessons, are these what you learned in the Northland?"
"I can't say I learned, I just know," Thales grinned reluctantly:
"After all, they didn't really teach me as a prince—at least not before the old crow."
Gilbert nodded slightly and looked at Thales with a hint of pity.
The Minister of Foreign Affairs turned many pages and took out a sheet of paper full of words.
"Generally speaking, the aristocratic education of the stars inherits the traditions of the empire and extends from the ‘seven arts of the empire’. It is self-contained and very different from the North."
Gilbert glanced at Thales:
"But I will consider your education experience in the North, Your Majesty, make a slight adjustment, a slight adjustment."
The Duke had to smile.
Gilbert also smiled and explained:
"Generally, the knowledge required by a qualified star nobleman is divided into three categories."
Three categories.
Tyles nodded in his heart: Well, it's okay.
Not much.
"The first is the basic category."
"There are four categories of grammar, history, etiquette, archaic and foreign languages..."
Thyls frowned slightly.
There are four in the first category?
A lot.
However.
Grammar, history, etiquette...
"It looks quite like the Northland..." Thales muttered.
Until Gilbert's next sentence with a smile:
"While grammar is the first subject, the following..."
"Subdivide into...three subjects."
Talston froze.
What?
Gilbert still had an invisible smile, and continued:
"Grammar, logic, rhetoric."
Thyls hurriedly stopped him.
"Wait, I'm familiar."
The prince did not talk about the total number of subjects of "three times four times three", but triggered another memory:
"Although only a few months..."
Tyles scratched his chin and pondered:
"However, considering the national conditions in the North, the old crow rebooked us, I mean, rebooked my curriculum."
Gilbert motioned for him to continue.
"Grammar, this is the subject most despised by Northlanders," Thales tentatively said:
"But the old crow went the other way. He specially removed it from the military indoor class and emphasized that there are three things to learn in grammar."
Gilbert smiled.
"Let me guess, what he meant-grammar, logic, rhetoric?"
Thyls nodded.
"Yes, but it’s not that detailed—Northlanders don’t like it—usually, the old crow would give us a poem or a short essay. Let’s study its grammar and make it clear what the author thinks. , Summarize its logical structure, and then let us process it rhetorically and rewrite it."
Gilbert seemed to remember something, and nodded in nostalgia:
"Long's Kiss Academy has a long history, and Long's Kiss has been rarely affected by wars. For centuries, it has been a place where Westland's humanities gather."
"Their culture is deeply influenced by the empire, and they retain a lot of imperial civilization—somewhat more than us."
He approves and nods with satisfaction:
"Thank you Mr. Hexer, he saved us a lot."
But it's Thales' turn to frown:
"So, the so-called imperial tradition is placed here in the stars, and a grammar course must be studied so carefully?"
There are three major categories, the first category has four subjects, and the first category has three subjects...
So, three times four and then three times...
No way.
He darkened when he thought of something.
Gilbert laughed:
"You may not pay attention, Your Highness, but six years ago, what I taught you here is the part of a grammar class: whether it is the grammatical understanding of ancient imperial essays and ancient poetry, or the prose of sonnets Logic and rhetoric."
Thales suddenly.
"But since you said that, I will make changes as appropriate in the grammar class-Mr. Hexer's handling is very decent."
Gilbert raised his glasses again and lowered his head to mark all the first row of the paper schedule:
"The grammar class, let's... take out six mornings a week."
Tyles' face changed.
Wait.
Six days?
The prince has a bitter face:
"Since time is tight, can't we put it in the history and etiquette class? You know, grammar can't be done in a short while..."
But Gilbert insisted.
"The importance of grammar classes is far beyond your imagination, Your Highness."
The Minister of Foreign Affairs is still trying hard to draw the course schedule on paper:
"Listen and speak, it's not difficult."
"But the difficult thing is that not everyone can think, understand, and express apart from hearing or speaking."
Gilbert raised his eyes:
"Worse, everyone thought they would."
Sly Fox squinted his eyes:
"So Mr. Hexer has a saying: ‘Most of the conflicts in this world are caused by some people failing in grammar.’"
"This is why, in addition to listening and speaking, we also need to read and write-it's not just literacy."
Thyls was dumb.
Okay.
Gilbert lowered his head to organize his class schedule:
"You were born noble, Your Highness, but if you don't even understand the words spoken by others, you won't even be able to see the logic behind the text, and you don't even know the rhetoric of reason," Kilber Special hum:
"Then I rashly let you understand history, learn etiquette, and push you to the whole world, that would be extremely irresponsible."
Gilbert seems to be more and more vigorous:
"If you don’t understand grammar, logic, rhetoric--or worse, you know the above three, but don’t know how to apply it, and don’t benefit from it--then facing history and etiquette, facing different People, things and things, the choices you make with wisdom will be very limited: either impulsive blind obedience or ignorant opposition, either clumsy imitation or self-righteous disdain."
"And they all fall into one category: misunderstanding."
"Make you an arrogant fool."
Thyls raised his eyebrows.
I just asked a question...
How do you feel... been taught?
And...
Thyls couldn't help thinking:
Gilbert at this time really looks like... the old crow himself.
Gilbert's words continue:
"On the contrary, if you are proficient in grammar, then regardless of historical etiquette, human feelings and sophistication, you will get twice the result with half the effort, and you will be able to learn it thoroughly."
"Rather than living in this world, in your own world, just by intuition and luck, like most people."
Gilbert's conversation turned, his face warmed:
"Please remember, Your Highness, this is not for the present, but for the long term."
Thyls was said to be big, and couldn't help leaning back.
Good good, you are right.
All right.
"So the grammar class is set, so in the basic classes, only history, etiquette, archaic and foreign languages..."
Gilbert paused and put down his glasses:
"I believe that Lao Wu—Mr. Hexer also made corresponding adjustments?"
History, etiquette, archaic and foreign languages...
Thyls sighed:
"Yes, his first class is about history."
"But his history is not just the traditional fables of the Northlanders. It only tells you what happened, and what you need to remember, what lessons you learn, who is right and who is wrong, and who has the greatest merit in it Flattering words that need to be remembered..."
As Thales was talking, he was gradually missed:
"On the contrary, every piece of history explained by the old crow leads to a theme, and then he stops there and comes back to force you to think."
The more he talks, the more fascinated he is:
"The cause of the law, the basis of belief, the limits of rule, the meaning of victory and defeat...all you can only see the narrative of the flowing water, read only the hero's hymn, and only look at the established conclusions that you cannot see, let alone think of."
Perhaps it was out of respect for the teacher, maybe it was just too much dry mouth, and Gilbert didn't say much this time.
"Very good. The history class will be three times a week. For three nights, we only need to adjust the focus of history. We might as well start with the 208 emperors of the empire and the 39 kings of the stars..."
Gilbert happily filled the three grids of the calendar.
Wait.
How much?
Tyles' face suddenly darkened.
Yes, he has read many deeds of imperial emperors, but...
Two hundred and eight?
Looking at Gilbert's smile, Thales let out a weak breath.
"The etiquette class was given by the Jinx female officer, and Earl Lisbane would also appear when he was free. It is said that he would often invite some respected old nobles and ladies to come..."
Tyles is listless and authentic:
"I used to skip these classes a lot, so I ran out to read and study by myself..."
At the same time, avoid eyes and ears, and test the loopholes in the Palace of Valor.
Fight against the meteorites.
"But after the old crow came, he told us that although it is boring~IndoMTL.com~, the etiquette class is more than etiquette, at least it is more than teaching you how to meet and salute, nod and bow," Thales lifted his spirits:
"There are ethics, morals, aristocratic rules and religious traditions here."
"It is the true ‘Northland 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 Northland lord, when to kill and when Can be forgiven, when there is war and when there is peace."
"So in his eyes, etiquette is not only etiquette, but a customary and self-evident thing. It is Exter’s old and new jurisprudence, the order of the rules of the nobility, the duties of the vassal, the vassal Rights and freedoms, for example..."
Tyles' eyes focused:
"Nicaru's co-governance oath."
It is not only a cold and rigid rule book, but also warm and lively actors.
It's really true...
Politics.
It's like...
Tyles' eyes suddenly blurred.
[Garfunkel’s so-called “explanation” and “index”, these so-called self-evident factors of tacit understanding, it builds a bridge between “action” and “scene”, between people and the environment Reflect each other and construct together... For example, the public etiquette that everyone must observe...]
Thyls shook his head desperately and threw back the memory that was too far away from this world and too profound.
Returning from the Western Wilderness, I don’t know why, his memories of the past six years that have been silent for the past six years, like a volcano full of pressure, began to roll from time to time.
It's like resurgence.
Tyles pressed his forehead, driving away the vertigo just now, and feeling suspicious.
It's like this when I return to the stars...
This is...
Coincidence?
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