New Gods of North America

I had to rush back to the college to prepare for class, and then I had to go to the dormitory to get my textbooks and homework.

This morning's class was general grammar and literature. Normal students would inevitably yawn when listening to it, so Wayne's presence didn't seem out of place.

For students from better families, grammar and general studies are usually a fairly easy course.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as you are willing to read some books or letters at home, you will naturally be exposed to many words, sentences, and writing styles. It can be said that "even if you have not eaten pork, you have seen pigs run."

What's more, many students' families will hire tutors, so at least they can be said to have "fluent handwriting".

Students from poor families are at a slight disadvantage in this regard.

If you can often read the Bible or various newspapers when you are young, you can be considered to have a good foundation. Many people have never received or written private letters. They need to formally sort out the grammar, standard writing and wording.

There will also be some vocabulary problems, which you have to make up for on your own.

Philosophy is similar.

Some students may have a lot of masters' works at home, and may have been taught by their parents or tutors.

Whether some students have heard of the names of certain scholars may depend solely on whether reporters and editors of local newspapers or magazines like to quote some of their classic quotes.

Between the two courses, when everyone was changing classrooms on campus, Wayne took the time to go to the Academic Affairs Office.

On the one hand, I took the small note given by the patrol officer last night to file a report. Regardless of whether the dormitory was checked or not, I reported in advance that I was not home last night, which was considered "something happened for a reason".

On the other hand, I also went to get a certificate of enrollment and to collect the money from Mrs. Taylor. No, it was the "Outstanding Student Reward Fund."

The burgers Doug brought over at noon were much more normal in size.

And with the addition of bacon and fried eggs, as well as sliced ​​tomatoes, it looks like Chef Parker has begun trying to upgrade the recipe.

I asked a little about the situation in the detective agency. The world does have a bit of black humor sometimes.

For example, Lina had recently become bored with the piano course she had chosen, but today she was forced to go to the academy to maintain the illusion of studying.

Inissa was a person who could go with the flow and even forced Lina to practice the piano together. However, today she asked for leave for a reasonable reason. After all, she was the one who effectively broke the prisoner's defense last night, so she had to stay in the detective agency to guard him.

Doug continued to report, "The prisoner made a request this morning, saying that he was willing to cooperate with our detective agency's investigation and become our 'informant', and hoped that we would not send him to the church..."

Wayne was biting into a hamburger:

"Last night's commotion was so big that even if he and Seth were not abandoned directly by Pastor Pycelle and Cohen Pharmaceuticals, their credibility has at least been seriously questioned, making it difficult to use them.

"As for the church... I'll write a letter to Tom Hagen, and you can arrange for a suitable agent to hand it to him personally. Come back after you get a reply. We can't keep someone who is associated with the hidden organization without the permission of the cathedral - George Berg Cathedral knows about this."

Wayne actually had a pretty good impression of the prisoner.

Judging from the current situation, he is considered to be a runner for Cohen Pharmaceuticals. He is not a direct "thug" nor a formal member of the School of Life Sciences. Although he knows some internal situations, he does not seem to be involved too deeply. He is still worth using.

At least for now, no contradictions have been found in his testimony.

Moreover, his extraordinary abilities make him very suitable for serving as a human shield for some customers - Wayne's statement last night about "skinning and mass-producing bulletproof vests" was not entirely a bluff.

But people can't, or at least shouldn't...

However, if the other party is aware of the situation and is truly willing to cooperate, it does not seem too excessive to conduct some appropriate research where the consequences are not irreversible.

"Yes, sir." Doug quickly agreed, "For such an important matter, I will take Sangers with me and make the trip myself."

Wayne did not object. "Although I feel that Reverend Pycelle would not do such a thing openly, please be careful."

…

The "Introduction to Archaeology and Cultural Relics Research" course in the afternoon was a small class. Wayne's class had only about thirteen or fourteen students.

The college seems to make arrangements based on students' family background and professional level. Even if students are majoring in history, not all of them need to take this course.

Wayne estimated that the selection criteria might be "there is a high probability that there are cultural relics worth protecting at home" or "there is an opportunity to become a professional scholar in this field."

Considering that Dr. Allen, who teaches the course, brings some real artifacts to class and even allows students to touch them, it cannot be said that the college is too strict in this regard.

At least you have to make sure that students "won't break it easily" or "can afford to pay for it" or something like that.

Then Wayne didn't expect,

There are actually "transfer students" in universities in this era.

When Dr. Allen walked into the classroom today, two figures followed him:

"Students, these two are Miss Ovelia Fisk and Miss Gladys Russell. Due to the adjustment of the course schedule, they will study with you from today."

It was a rare occasion that two girls came to the class, both of them were beautiful ladies. Upon hearing the words, the classmates all clapped in cooperation, and some even cheered loudly.

Then Dr. Allen signaled the two ladies to find a seat and sit down as soon as possible.

Miss Olivia glanced under the podium and saw several boys indicating that there were empty seats next to them. Then she looked at Wayne and pulled Miss Russell over.

The professors in the college take the classes seriously.

Being able to personally bring students to the classroom and being willing to spend time introducing them in class is already a relatively enthusiastic approach - although Dr. Allen is actually quite enthusiastic towards those "less professional" students in the class.

As we all know, the value contained in cultural relics can be divided into many types, such as historical value, scientific value, etc.

Dr. Allen is a relatively simple scholar. What he values ​​most is probably the artistic and economic value of cultural relics.

After the introduction, he considerately waited for the two ladies to choose their seats before officially starting the class.

Wayne didn't exchange pleasantries with the two girls in class.

Everyone smiled at each other and took out their textbooks and notebooks to prepare for the class.

Dr. Allen seemed quite serious about the artifacts he brought with him.

A box was opened, and the classroom immediately seemed brighter. For a moment, it was obviously more attractive than the two pretty girls.

He took out a bright yellow thing from the groove of the velvet cloth in the box:

"Students, today we are going to learn about the primitive civilization of the New World. Although this is not in the original syllabus, it is a rare opportunity and I cannot resist the urge to share it with you. I also believe that this class can greatly stimulate everyone's interest in learning.

“We all know that although the Franks once carried out brutal killings and plundering in the New World, there is still a lot of history that has not yet been discovered on this continent.

"Perhaps everyone has heard that in Mexico, south of America, there was once a powerful ancient indigenous Aztec Empire. The golden statue in my hand is a relic handed down from the Aztec civilization.

"We will start with this artifact this time, so that everyone can have a preliminary understanding of that lost history, and also listen to the legends and historical traces of the 'Golden City' that has not yet been truly found."

Wayne looked at Dr. Allen's excited and focused expression, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Miss Olivia next to him. He also secretly pointed his finger at the golden statue with a questioning expression on his face.

Miss Olivia raised her eyebrows playfully, then smiled and nodded quietly.