Fashen live room

Chapter 32

"How do you see it?"

After Franklin came in, he went straight to the back of the desk and asked a casual question.

Without waiting for Norman to answer, he walked to the desk and stood still, and glanced at the note that Norman spread out on the table. cover.

"Ha, it turned out to be this book."

Franklin chuckled lightly, shrinking his hands slightly, as if he wanted to put the notebook away, but he stopped after glancing at Norman, and turned the notebook back to where Norman had opened it, and put it on the table Go up, ask Norman: "Do you understand?"

Norman nodded, "Basically, I can understand it."

This notebook is in Franklin's collection. He has read it himself, and he knows that most of the content in this notebook is written in ancient Chinese, and it even involves the combination and matching of words, the use of sentence patterns and even Advanced content such as grammar.

In Franklin's view, if one wants to truly understand this notebook, among other things, the level of mastery of ancient Chinese must reach a very advanced level - that is not even the level of an ordinary mage apprentice, but It is the level of a black-robed mage!
"Can you really understand?"

Franklin asked calmly, with deep suspicion in his heart.

Perhaps for a true genius, it is indeed possible to learn ancient Chinese characters so quickly under the guidance of other people. Franklin has also heard such examples, but the sentence structure is different.

No one has specially taught vocabulary collocation, grammar, sentence structure and other knowledge. Franklin really does not believe that there is really someone who can understand all this notebook without a teacher.

But he immediately thought of something, and suddenly took the book in front of him and looked at the place Norman had just opened. When he saw the content on it, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised and he laughed.

It turned out to be here, so it is easy to understand.

This note is recorded quite regularly, and the difficulty of understanding becomes more and more difficult from the beginning to the end. It is obvious that the owner of the note took a long time to write, and the later the time, the higher the level of the owner of the ancient language.And when it comes to the last part, from the old saying, it is definitely at the level of a black-robed mage. He was also suspicious of this, but now he realizes that he is worrying too much. It turns out that Norman just saw the front. Not the hard part yet.

Norman didn't know that so many twists and turns flashed through Franklin's mind in an instant, he just nodded and admitted: "I really understand it."

"You are indeed very talented in the study of ancient languages,"

Franklin handed the notebook to Norman again, and sat down behind the desk himself, "It took only one afternoon to master it..."

As Franklin spoke, he picked up his own notebook.

These are Franklin's personal notes, which contain a large number of ancient sayings, vocabulary, grammar, and sentence patterns, etc., and are a summary of Franklin's legal wisdom.

The first half of this private notebook is full of ancient Chinese words, and dozens of pages have been turned over now. This is exactly what Norman learned in an afternoon.As for the total number of ancient Chinese words learned, Franklin, who is familiar with the content of this notebook, can accurately judge from the page he opened.

"300 ancient sayings..."

After Franklin finished speaking, he froze on the spot, staring at the notebook in his hand in a daze.

He had been immersed in teaching just now, but he didn't notice that he had taught 300 ancient Chinese in one afternoon, and Norman had learned 300 ancient Chinese in just this way.

300 ancient words, this has already reached the passing mark of the ancient language font library of a one-star black-robed mage...

Of course, strictly speaking, they did not learn 300 ancient languages ​​this afternoon, because Norman had already learned a lot of ancient languages ​​from Bernie and the others.

But no matter how you reduce it, there must still be 200.

It's not that Franklin doesn't know how talented Norman is in ancient language. He has seen it before, but those are all intuitive impressions, and he can really feel this talent when the pure numbers are in front of him. How shocking it is.

Norman watched Franklin sitting there silent for a long time, just in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sitting like this is not an option, Norman thought.

At 7 o'clock, I have to rush to Colin's house to attend classes to make money. What if Franklin keeps silent until then?
No way, Norman had no choice but to call him back to his senses, "Teacher, teacher..."

His voice gradually became heavier, and it took several times for him to finally wake Franklin up from his dazed state.

"what?"

Franklin didn't seem to know the situation all of a sudden, and after glancing at Norman, he seemed to realize where he was and what he was doing, "Oh... um... let's teach so much today."

Stop teaching?
Norman felt a little depressed when he heard this.

Now is the time when he is most interested in ancient Chinese and learning the most vigorously. Franklin suddenly said that he would not teach it, which was really disappointing.But Franklin is the teacher and the reborn parents who support him, so Franklin can do whatever he says.

"Let's talk."

Franklin suddenly said so.

Norman looked at him and saw that he was looking at him with great interest, his eyes were full of curiosity, "Tell me about you, I really know you well except that your name is Norman. Not much, really not a competent teacher."

What can I say about myself?It's just an ordinary farmer's life.But since Franklin wanted to hear it, Norman didn't mind saying it.

"I am a villager in Ashley Village, I grew up in Ashley Village..."

Norman confessed everything in his life. Of course, he still didn't say some taboo things, such as his dreams, abnormalities in his body, and the fact that he escaped because he owed rent to Lord Barton. thing.

His own life was really lackluster, which probably disappointed Franklin, so Norman clearly saw how the curiosity in Franklin's eyes disappeared little by little, until he almost fell asleep after hearing it.

After finally waiting for Norman to explain his affairs, Franklin hurriedly said: "Let's talk about other things."

Obviously, Norman's long story about doing farm work just now made him a little bit unbearable.

He didn't want to hear about the goddamn farm work and cow dung anymore!

Talk about something else?

Norman heard the words, glanced at Franklin, thought for a while, and finally asked the question that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"What does it take to become a mage?"

He really wants to know the specific method of becoming a mage, because becoming a mage can become a nobleman, and becoming a nobleman can eat meat every day and live the happiest life!
After he asked this question, Franklin didn't show any abnormal expression, his face was calm, as if he had expected him to ask this question a long time ago.

"I knew you would ask this question. I still remember the first question I asked my teacher when I first started learning ancient Chinese."

Franklin laughed and looked at Norman, but his gaze passed Norman and shot behind him, as if he was watching his once passionate youth, and his usual gloomy expression was softened a lot at this moment.

However, he obviously didn't know that the reason why Norman wanted to become a mage was simply to have meat to eat every day. If he knew, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood for three liters.

Norman waited for a while, and Franklin finally pulled his mind back after reminiscing about his lost youth for a while, and answered Norman's question.

"Essentially speaking, those who can cast spells are mages, but in reality, those who can pass the mage assessment organized by the church every year, be registered by the church, and get the mage robes and mage badges corresponding to their strength issued by the church People are called mages.”

It's the exam again, and Norman's head is dizzy.

He really didn't know why these urbanites liked exams so much: they had to take exams to enter some missionary school, and they had to take exams to become a mage. Is there anything they didn't want to take?

Although his head was big, Norman still wanted to ask about the content of the mage exam, and he had prepared for it early, but Franklin didn't give him this opportunity, and directly cut off his thoughts.

"Don't think about the master's exam, first think about how to pass the entrance exam of Cardenas Missionary School, this is the right thing for you."

Franklin refused to ask, even ordinary students would not ask, but Norman is obviously not an ordinary person.

This guy from a small mountain village was wild and unruly, and he would only obediently obey what was good for him. Now it was obviously impossible for Franklin to let him just ignore him.

Norman rolled his eyes and asked again: "Then how can I successfully cast the spell?"

Franklin himself said just now that not only those who pass the wizard exam and get the qualification certification are wizards, but also those who can cast spells.

(End of this chapter)