Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

The next day is about to officially start class. Heidi prepared a rich breakfast for them. After Cyril packed up and came down from the second floor, Carl and Liz were already sitting in front of the dining table, but neither of them could see There was something else on Cyril's buoyant face.

Whether it's the tiredness after a night of many dreams, or the joy caused by the content of the dream, everything is restrained under the impeccable gentleman's expression.

Cyril greeted the two of them, and then ate with a good upbringing.After breakfast, the three of them went out together. Liz and Cyril and Carl had different occupations, so the classes were different.

So after walking to the main castle of Frankez, the two sides separated.

The castle houses classrooms for all of Frankez's professional theory courses and a laboratory for the warlock profession.The ancient building is tall and big, the stairs turn and turn, and the corridors with similar shapes and the classrooms with similar shapes on both sides of the corridors are confusing. Many students rush through it in a hurry and chaotically. It's really like a maze.

Carl was at a loss as soon as he entered, and he was at a loss as to the endless corridors and intertwined staircases in the air.He patted Cyril, "Hey, brother, where is our classroom?"

Cyril never thought that Karl would be reliable from the very beginning. The courses and maps of the castle arranged by Frankz for each profession are all recorded in the thick book that he read carefully in the past two days, so Cyril knew exactly where and what classes she should go to.

Cyril: "Come with me, we are the same class of magicians, and the courses should be the same."

Carl showed a happy smile on his face, and praised: "I knew that brother, you can be relied on."

The content of their first class was a theoretical introduction to the magic system, and the teacher who taught the class was Matt, the big-nosed tutor.

Cyril was sitting, although he seemed to be concentrating, but he was actually bored.The master had already told him these contents, and he explained them a hundred times more concisely than the teacher Matt on the podium.

From this point of view, Frankz is not as magical as he is admired.

The first class taught the knowledge of the magic system, which was very reasonable, but Carl couldn't figure out why their second class was an explanation of the use of potions that had nothing to do with the magician profession.

Even the archers come to this class, because both Cyril and Carl meet Liz at the door of the classroom.Carl's eyes lit up immediately, and he stood taller with his chest upright, "Liz, come to this class too!"

Liz didn't want to respond to his idiotic words, and said directly: "Let's go in."

After entering the classroom and finding a seat to sit down, Carl looked around the entire classroom, good guy, sitting on the left is a group of muscular men with big arms and round waists and women who are well-dressed and not easy to mess with.There are some assassins hiding in the corner who presumably want to blend themselves into the background, as well as knights with swords and alchemists who wear and wear strange gadgets.

Carl whispered in Liz's ear, "I think this should be a course that all students need to take."

It's just the obvious facts, Liz glanced at Carl, and Carl smiled at her cheerfully, which really made Liz wonder what mood she should be in.

After the very spacious classroom was full of students, the teacher who taught the class finally came in. It was Baritwa, and Cyril's eyes darkened.

Instructor Baritwa slapped his sizable notebook with yellowed paper on the desk, stirring up a layer of dust.

This damn class interrupted his experiment again, why did he come to teach this bunch of stupid toads?Why not let Ms. Crowe teach this lesson?Why should he be overqualified for such a simple class?Waste his precious time!

After thinking about it, Baritwa's expression became even more gloomy. His eyes swept down to the students below, like vicious vultures. Some timid girls even felt fear.

Liz frowned slightly, the tutor's attitude was too unfriendly.Carl also had a very bad first impression of Baritwa's tutor, thinking that he was really a tutor without teacher ethics.

Baritwa walked towards the students with suppressed angry steps, walked between each row of desks in the classroom, and said in the same suppressed voice as he walked: "I think you must be very strange, you are neither practicing Apothecaries are not witches, why should they come to Potions class?"

This sentence reached the hearts of most students, and some students echoed and whispered, "Yes, yes." "Why do we take this class?" It's no use."

Baritwa let out an obvious sneer, turned around fiercely, and faced all the students, "Just in time, I don't want to teach you idiots either!"

After Baritwa finished speaking, all the students were obviously angry, but they dared not speak out.Karl's face turned red with anger, this is too much!This is too much!How many years has he met such a stupid teacher!Carl was outraged.

He wanted to stand up and refute, but was held down by Cyril, who seemed not to be affected at all, and warned him, "Karl, don't be impulsive."

Baritwa glanced at all the students, and finally let go of the pent-up anger in his heart. He walked back to the desk with satisfaction, and spread out his notebook: "Listen to me, I don't want to be a student after this class. , you are still so stupid! None of you need to know how to make potions, forget it, and your empty brains will not allow you to do so.

I just hope you can understand, what kind of medicine can be used to stop the bleeding when Bidou is injured; if bitten by a woolly wolf, what kind of medicine should be used to detoxify.An assassin needs to know what kind of poison you need to smear on your dagger; a magician needs to know what potion to use to cure a witch's curse...

Great potion, you only need to understand the tip of the iceberg, it is enough for you to enjoy it! "

After finally getting to the end of this class, as soon as he walked out of the classroom door, Carl began to complain, complaining about why Cyril stopped him just now, such a teacher should let him give the other party a try.

At noon, they went to the school cafeteria for dinner. There were rows of long tables in the restaurant, covered with checkered tablecloths, and placed with flower baskets and fruits.

As soon as they sat down at the empty table, a manservant in a well-dressed livery would come to ask them what food they wanted.

By coincidence, Joe also came to the restaurant.Cyril's mysterious mask and dazzling blond hair; Liz's protruding pointed ears; Carl's temperament in magic robes but very different from that of a magician all made them very conspicuous, so Joe saw them at a glance.

Joe came over, heard Carl's complaint, and said amusedly: "Today, I don't know how many times I've heard words cursing Mr. Baritwa. He is really annoying, isn't he?"

There was a very obvious sense of schadenfreude in Joe's tone. It seemed that he also suffered a lot under Baritwa's mentor.

"However, it's still early! There will be times when you will be sadder."

Liz asked: "Does he have more excessive methods?"

Joe smiled and said, "Anyway, you'll know soon, so I won't tell you. Just take it as a surprise!"

Carl choked: "What a surprise, a vicious old vulture. I doubt that Frankez would have such a mentor without morality!"

Qiao straightened his face and said: "You can't say that. Although Teacher Baritwa is demanding, harsh in language, and has a disgusting attitude. But what he teaches is true and practical, and he does not perfunctory, nor will he The ability is hidden. Therefore, even if many students don't like Teacher Baritwa, they just complain in private."

Joe didn't finish his sentence, but Karl felt that Joe was trying to excuse Baritwa's mentor, and retorted: "Teaching everything is not perfunctory. Isn't this what a teacher should do? Why? Want to commend that old vulture?"

Joe was stunned for a moment. He found that Karl looked a little vulgar. Although he was a minor nobleman, he seemed to have no noble education at all, but he often said shocking words, which was a bit contradictory.

Compared to Joe, Liz is an elf, and she doesn't know the customs of human society at all, so she is not very touched.As for Cyril, no one could tell anything from his face.

The air is suddenly quiet...

After a while, Cyril continued: "Karl is right, but the fact is that many people who are qualified to be teachers will take too many apprentices, but they just treat apprentices as free labor and don't know how to teach them. They are useful things.

Everyone who really learns knowledge needs to pay unimaginable energy and price, even including dignity.Knowledge is a hundred times more precious than gold. The mentor is superior, has absolute authority over the apprentice, and is blameless in everything he does.

This is why Frankez is revered as a scholarly mecca.

In comparison, in the eyes of everyone, Master Baritwa is not unbearable. "

After listening to Cyril's words, Carl realized that the society in this world is still ignorant, and the knowledge that is readily available in modern times is almost only taught by word of mouth, so the status of a teacher is not his. It can be judged with modern eyes.

Even from people's point of view, becoming an apprentice, being a cow and a horse, being beaten and scolded in exchange for knowledge and skills are all taken for granted.

"However..." Cyril changed the tone and said with a smile: "It's not that there are no noble teachers. As far as I know, some teachers care about students, teach by example, and don't hide anything. Torch is someone truly worthy of respect and admiration. It's just that Guru Baritwa is not among them."

Liz glanced at Cyril, and said in agreement: "Lord Lance—"

She said everything, but Cyril just smiled and didn't respond.Joe and Carl were so focused on listening to Cyril that they didn't notice.

Carl felt again that Cyril was right! Confucius, who has been around for more than 2000 years, still knows that there is no distinction between teaching and persuasion!It is clear that Baritwa's character is too low, and there is nothing else to quibble about.

The food was finally served, and the four of them stopped the discussion, but Carlitz and the others didn't expect that Baritwa could be so unreasonable!