Emperor of Arcane

Early morning on the second day.

Instructor Arnold, who got the "secret book", told the soldiers the good news.

"Everyone is blessed. Thanks to everyone's heroic fighting, the lord has prepared a good gift for everyone!"

"In order for everyone to have stronger strength, they can survive in future battles and make greater contributions."

"All professionals can sign up here and enjoy special training!"

"I can't say more about the specific training, but you can rest assured that this is definitely a very good opportunity!"

When Arnold said this, he "secretly" told everyone with a mysterious expression, contrary to his usual dignity.

What exactly is it?

Do you have to be a professional to enjoy it?

Everyone felt as if a cat had scratched them, itching and feeling very uncomfortable, but at the same time they were quite curious.

Taking advantage of the break in training, a considerable number of professional soldiers got into Instructor Arnold's lounge.

The other soldiers looked at him eagerly, also wanting to get to know him better.

But because they were not strong enough and frightened by Coach Arnold's past strength, they could only stay outside.

What made everyone even more uncomfortable was that not long after, there were bursts of exclamations in the lounge, which soon fell silent again, making every soldier even more curious.

It wasn't until about half an hour later that professional soldiers with excited faces rushed out, yelling and continuing to train.

The other soldiers looked suspicious and confused.

"Making it so mysterious? Is there something special about it?"

Jifan asked curiously to Leon, who was sharpening his sword. On the surface, he was asking, but in fact, he wanted to settle the relationship with Leon.

He saw with his own eyes yesterday that Leon single-handedly killed three troll soldiers head-on and held up the defense line on the right.

Such a young and promising talent cannot be missed!

Shaking his head slightly, Leon did not answer directly. Instead, he smacked his lips worriedly and said:

"Training requires 10 gold coins, and all volunteers have paid..."

"For professionals, such special training is essential..."

Jifan's heart suddenly suddenly understood, and he clearly heard the implication of Leon's words.

He blinked thoughtfully, did not continue to ask questions, and instead began to exercise his body harder.

Become a professional first, then think about other things!

There were quite a few soldiers who had the same idea as him, and a training craze soon set off in the training camp.

What interested Arnold the most was that the lord did not object to letting barbarian soldiers join the training.

He even faintly revealed deeper expectations in his words.

Arnold, who understood what he meant, began to think about how to teach those stubborn barbarian soldiers?

Carrying several large bags of wheat flour, Beelzebub walked in the door with some anxiety. He had a drink with his compatriots yesterday and only came back this morning.

If it were before, he would have come back even later, and might even have drank up all the bounty.

Now I don't know why, but I feel a little uneasy while walking home.

The wooden door creaked, and Beelzebub suddenly remembered that Old John once said:

"It won't take long before the lord will build batches of stone houses, and they will be given to the ones with the highest contribution value first..."

At that time, Beelzebub didn't think too much, but now he was murmuring in his heart: "Will the lord really give it to us?"

Seeing Beelzebub coming back, several middle-aged women came over, took over the unloaded wheat flour, and said in his ear: "Have you worked hard?"

Tana, who was sitting on the side of the living room, turned to glance at him, then lowered her head again, carefully looking through the books made of custom-made parchment.

A very well-behaved little girl was teaching her how to read word by word. The latter's face showed a little bit of joy, but also looked a little sad.

Beelzebub opened his mouth, but after all he didn't say anything. He was pushed into the bathroom by several middle-aged women, where hot water had already been heated.

When Beelzebub came out, the girl with pigtails smiled sweetly at him:

"Abba, I'm going to study."

Before Beelzebub could react, the little girl ran out of the door happily, calling out to her playmates of the same age around her in a cheerful tone.

Although her lingua franca has a bit of an accent, she can already communicate normally.

Beelzebub clearly felt something was wrong. Tana glanced at him, waved to him, motioned for him to sit down, and then handed over the pamphlet in her hand:

"In the future, you must also study hard. Just speaking is not enough, you must also be able to read and write!"

Beelzebub scratched his head, took the pamphlet, looked at the words on it, his eyes were a little dazed, and subconsciously asked:

"Why?"

Tana sighed, took the workbook to note, hesitated for a while and then said:

"We will all be members of the territory from now on. Someone must write down our origins, right?"

"Not to mention, we haven't changed at all for thousands of years, which is why we lost to that empire..."

"We have always only had language, but no writing, so there is no history, and we will always forget what happened..."

"Now, let's work hard. We can only let the people around us live well..."

Before she finished speaking, Tana was already escorted out by two middle-aged women.

She still has to go to work at the breeding farm, and today she is preparing for the breeding of horses.

Beelzebub smacked his lips slightly, thinking back on his life in the past 30 years, and found that they were all the same killings.

Occasionally good memories are broken by people of the same clan.

But this short period of more than half a month, looking back, is full of sweetness and beauty.

Beelzebub thought about it for a long time. Although it was a little difficult, he started reading bit by bit...

“Why does Common Language have so many vocabulary?”

"Because for every new thing, the common language will forcibly create a new word..."

"Ah? Will there be tens of thousands more words in common language in the future?"

"Yes, there will be more and more in the future, and the more profound they become, the more so..."

"Is there a language and words that never change too much?"

Facing the troubled Yaya, Matthew was suddenly stunned. He gently touched her head, feeling the delicateness and warmth of the dragon scales. He nodded suddenly and said:

"Yes, and it's easy to learn!"

"Yeah? Daddy teach me!"

Yaya, who was looking forward to it, stretched out his little paw and threw the thick Common Language manual aside. His big black and white eyes were full of expectation.

A flash of lightning flashed across his mind, and Matthew suddenly raised his head, carefully recalling the language of dragons and elves, and realizing the connection between these languages ​​​​and arcana. He smiled slightly and said:

"There's no rush, we'll talk about it later."

Yaya nodded curiously, and soon began to feel sleepy again, snoring and falling asleep.

Matthew opened the map, looked at the Troll Valley carefully, took out the notes he had recorded, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"I see, there are such good things in this area..."

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