Chapter 159 Only dwarfs and women can save Roland
Yeats corrected its pronunciation errors and asked where to put language and biography books.
The parrot wearing a top hat flapped its wings and said:
"Please come with me, I will lead you."
The parrot took Yeats and Gerard The two of them wandered through the labyrinth-like library and came to a wall of language-related books.
Yeats roughly scanned it, and two or three prompts popped up on the panel, indicating that he could learn [Rolandic] and [Imperial Language].
There is even a fragment of "Introduction to Ancient Linguistics", which is enough for Yeats to master basic knowledge of ancient languages.
“The biographies are here——” The parrot led Yeats to the wall of books a few meters away and said:
“It’s easy to get lost in the library of Jianhe University. , but it will take a week to remember it.”
“I have already memorized it,” Yeats said.
Although the talent of ‘photographic memory’ has not yet been officially unlocked, it has already enhanced Yeats’s memory ability.
The parrot took another look at Yeats and said politely: "The chosen poet, if you need help, please feel free to message me."
"Please trouble you, Take her to find books about law." Yeats pointed to Gray beside him.
Gray pointed to herself and leaned forward slightly: "Me?"
"Come on." Yeats encouraged, "From now on, the task of formulating new laws in Chenshuang Ridge will be given to you in advance. To do this, you need to learn from others’ strengths and read more law books!”
"However, in history, officials who enacted new laws for the king seemed to have no good end."
Gray complained: "If the king's new law arouses public dissatisfaction, officials will be thrown out as scapegoats. !"
Yeats was surprised... Huh? Gray didn't forget to bring anything when she went out today?
“You are right.”
Yeats patted Gray on the shoulder, with a serious look on his face, KFC said:
"But you are not an official, but my companion, my comrade-in-arms!"
Gray blushed and added: "I am still your food taster...before you try the Warcraft cuisine. , I’ll try it for you first to see if it’s poisonous!”
Yeats: “…”
You obviously want to eat it!
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In the next two days, Yeats spent time in the library whenever he had free time, and the results were quite gratifying.
"You have mastered the 'Rolandic'!"
Yeats also gained a better understanding of history through biographies.
The Kingdom of Roland, located in the west of the Atrium Continent, has a popular culture of knights, where duels and romance are prevalent.
There have been constant battles between Roland and the Golden Lion Kingdom, which have lasted intermittently for hundreds of years, and currently ended with the defeat of the Golden Lion.
The Kingdom of Roland was about to be destroyed, but a saint descended from the sky and regained a large area of lost land, single-handedly turning the tide of the war.
The saint's name is "Jeanna of Orleans", and it is said that she has already half-stepped into the threshold of the sanctuary.
But in the last war, the Saint was captured by the Grand Duke of Brondi.
Coincidentally, this Grand Duke of Brondie is also the ancestor of Yeats.
At the end of the story, the saint was sealed by the Heretic Tribunal and sentenced to death at the stake. During the execution, heavy rain fell from the sky, and finally she was beheaded. She was only nineteen years old.
The saint's deeds were unparalleled. A daughter from a peasant family managed to achieve legendary feats that astonished countless military wizards.
“Does the saint’s head still exist in the world?”
Yeats rubbed his chin and thought: “Give her head to Kelya, wouldn’t Kelya Invincible? "
The legendary holy relic belongs to it.
"As the saying goes, only women and dwarves can save the Roland people." Yeats murmured.
Except for the Emperor Napoleon who swept across Europe in Yeats's previous life.
In the history of Roland, there was another famous dwarf, the father of Emperor Lorraine.
It was he who dedicated the land to the church, which gave the church the foundation for the creation of the Papal State, and put the religious power above the royal power. It was known in history as "the king's donation of land". "Is the King of the Wild Hunt Lorraine?"
Feeling confused, Yeats speculated: "Lorraine must be a time traveler, and the King of the Wild Hunt is also a fellow countryman. This They are probably the same person?”
According to official historical data, Lorraine deposed hundreds of schools and worshiped the Holy Light alone, but the King of the Wild Hunt wanted to kill all the apostles.
There must be a hidden secret behind this, but with Yeats's current strength, it is obvious that he is still unable to touch the game at the sanctuary level.
Yeats closed the book, sat on the steps, looked up at the towering dome of the library, and thought to himself:
"The apostle's curse is still on me. According to Daisy, I will From time to time, I will be involved in the whirlpool related to the apostle... It is better to be careful."
The next day.
Today is the day when Yeats officially teaches.
The snowy owl will also take its first lesson.
“When you go to school, you must listen carefully to the teacher’s lessons, did you hear that?” Yeats, like an old father, warned the Snow Owl carefully.
"Gu!" The snowy owl tilted its head sharply.
Don’t worry, I will definitely let the teacher listen carefully!
Yeats:? ? ?
After breakfast, Yeats asked Gray to stay in the hotel to read, and he took a carriage to the College of Poets, while Snow Owl flew to the College of Magic.
The carriage followed the sparkling river, passed through the stone road beside the green grass, and arrived at a square with a bell tower.
Yeats got off the carriage and saw the statue of the "Poetic Saint" of the Poets Academy in the center of the square.
Beside the statue, stood a blond literary girl and a heroic girl with short brown hair.
"June, I heard that many people on campus have disappeared inexplicably recently, and even the bodies have not been found?" Elsa was worried.
A few days have passed since the last time she met Baron Yeats. During this period, Elsa has been trying to get close to this longing poet, but she can't find a suitable opportunity.
The Duchess has been reminding Elsa to go out less recently, but Elsa can't help but want to create an opportunity to meet Baron Yeats by chance.
While constantly imagining, the image of Yeats that Elsa made up in her mind has reached perfection.
"Don't worry, Elsa, the school has asked the famous Detective Crane to investigate."
June has three-dimensional facial features and a heroic beauty. She is tall and strong with obvious muscle lines. She has undergone long-term swordsmanship training. She wears a black shirt with a belt, trousers and riding boots.
"Could it be the vampires who are causing trouble..." Elsa said worriedly.
June put his hand on the girl's slender shoulders, with gentle eyes, and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm here."
At this time, June noticed Elsa's A blush spread across her cheeks.
Elsa looked in the direction of the clock tower, her teeth bit her red lips, and she whispered like a pregnant girl:
"Look there, June, that's our new teacher!"
June felt a little displeased in her heart, frowned slightly, looked in the direction Elsa was looking, and saw a man with an unpleasant temperament. The silver-haired young man with a vulgar appearance and outstanding appearance walked slowly.
“So young?” Jun’s eyes flickered and he asked suspiciously, “Did you get in through some connections?”
“I’m just telling you, don’t tell others— —"
Elsa's eyes showed reverence and she whispered: "Baron Yeats, he is the divine choice for art. He has not announced the news on his own initiative, but it has been confirmed by Principal Fina!"< br>
June was stunned on the spot, as if she had heard incredible news, her eyes were full of shock and confusion, and she said: "The Art God's Choice? Him?"
Elsa saw the silver-haired boy walking straight towards the teaching building, He pulled June's sleeve and said expectantly:
"Hurry, June, help me ask him for his address before class. I might even be able to become a pen pal with him!"< br>
June had a wry smile on her face, looked at Elsa's pleading eyes again, sighed and said:
"Okay, I'll help you get it..."
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Yeats was walking in the marble-paved corridor, and students gathered in twos and threes, discussing topics related to "disappearance" and "blood clan".
“This doesn’t feel good.” Yeats felt solemn in his heart and said to himself:
“I’m afraid I will be involved in the case again…”
(End of this chapter)