In the government affairs hall of the administrative center of Cecil City, Norris brought several of his assistants to the office of the Department of Information and Propaganda.
Once upon a time, this honest farmer who had dealt with the land and crops for most of his life couldn't imagine that he would one day stand in such a spacious and bright building, a place where important people work, sturdy and beautiful desks and chairs, filled with books and The bookshelves of the files, and the magic spar lamp on the roof, in the past, even the manor owner's big house could not have such a room, but now, he is really standing here.
Moreover, his identity is still the person in charge of the agricultural department, a person who manages farming for the lord. In the old saying, he is an "upper class".
Norris, who had changed into clean and decent clothes and was more or less adapted to dealing with other government officials in the government affairs hall, exhaled insignificantly. Now he is not nervous standing in such a place, but until last year, he saw The knight lords on the territory will still stutter.
A few assistants stood quietly aside. These are young people selected by Norris himself. They can read and write, and they also know how to grow crops. It is very difficult to find people who can meet these two points at the same time. As long as there is a chance, I will take them with me, and I want to let these young people grow up as soon as possible.
He knows that he is old, although this age is considered a prime among extraordinary people, but he is not an extraordinary person, and he suffered too much and suffered too much hunger when he was young, and all his problems did not depend on these two years He can make up for it with enough food and clothing and drinking two bottles of alchemy potions. Maybe he will leave this post in a few years.
In this regard, he does not have too many regrets, because in the past few years, he has already lived a good life that he never dared to dream of in his life, but he always feels that this will make him feel sorry for the trust of the lord. When it is prosperous, at least the youthful young people in the Ministry of Agriculture can be trained to be able to take charge of their own affairs. At least they must tell the successors as much as possible about the ups and downs and mistakes they have encountered after becoming the head of the Ministry of Agriculture. All the knowledge and experience I have accumulated for half my life are passed down...
With such thoughts in the Minister of Agriculture's mind, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and then the door of the office was pushed open. Godwin Orlando, who had a gray beard and a scholar's robe, pushed the door open. Come in: "Ah, Mr. Norris, I'm very sorry to keep you waiting, I've been really busy lately..."
"Don't say that," Norris hurried forward. In this land, his status is equal to that of Godwin Orlando, but his life experience in the previous half of his life made him habitually regard "scholar" as Zuo is a complete gentleman, even if he can get along with each other on an equal footing now, he will still approach the other party with a kind of respect, "We arrived ten minutes earlier and now the time is just right."
"Please sit down, gentlemen, please sit down," Godwin beckoned everyone to sit down, and then got straight to the point, "Then we will not waste any time, the lord and Ms. Hetty have a new plan, it is very important, It's really very important, that's why I called you here, and I will also call Mr. Hammer and Miss Jenny in the afternoon, it requires the cooperation of many people."
Norris was a little confused for a while: "Agriculture, smelting, and the Rune Institute?"
"Look at this first, you will understand soon," Godwin said, opening the desk drawer, and took out a thin booklet from it, "Mr. Norris, this should be written by you." right?"
Norris took the booklet and saw that it was printed in plain language: Planting and Harvesting of Sweetwood Root and Bean Crops.
"Of course, I wrote it. The lord asked me to turn my farming experience into a booklet and teach it to other farmers. I just thought about writing this... book," Norris said, but he was a little ashamed in his words, because Sitting in front of him is a well-known university scholar in the capital of the kingdom. It is really a test of self-confidence to talk about the "book" he wrote in front of this scholar with countless books, "Why, this... Is there a problem?"
"Of course there is no problem, and now we need more booklets," said Godwin Orlando, a university student with a youthful radiance on his face. "Let us praise the printing press, of course, and especially those who invented The great dissemination of knowledge of the venerable people of the printing press has begun. According to the order of the lord, we are going to write a series of books called "Basic of All Things", which covers common knowledge of agriculture, magic industry, society, magic, nature Seven broad categories including general knowledge, theological general knowledge, and geographical history, and more may be covered in the future. Mr. Norris, you have written this booklet very usefully. Many farmers in Cecil City rely on the knowledge you teach to obtain harvest, but now your work goes further"
Norris listened carefully to every word Godwin Orlando said, his body bent forward slightly, and the wrinkles on his face left by the wind and rain for half his life were like ravines in the field, as if recording his entire past. Half his life, in a trance, he suddenly woke up and realized what he should do.
He does have something to pass on
"Mr. Norris, I am only good at writing and don't understand farming, so I hope to get help from you and your apprentices on this part," Godwin Orlando said sincerely. A farmer seeks knowledge, and now he has no energy to think about what is wrong with learning from a farmer. His enthusiasm has been ignited, and now the only words in his mind are "the great spread of knowledge", "We need your knowledge .”
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"We need your knowledge..."
In the lounge of the Magic Web Broadcasting Center, Jenny recalled what Ms. Hetty said to herself a few days ago, and couldn't help but take another deep breath. Then she lowered her head and continued to watch herself spend several nights sorting it out. manuscripts and materials.
The mechanical bachelors and magicians who were in charge of debugging the equipment were still busy in the next room. The lounge was extremely quiet, and only the sound of papers being flipped could be heard, but at this moment, Jenny suddenly felt that someone touched her arm.
She raised her head in surprise, but saw Rebecca sitting next to her at some point. The Viscountess was holding a stack of papers in one hand, and she was handing over a few candies with the other hand: "Nervous!" Well? If you are nervous, eat some candy!"
"Ah...thank you," Jenny thanked and took the candy, then put the candy into her mouth and looked curiously at the paper in Rebecca's hand, "Would you like to...record the 'show' later?"
"Yes, I'll record after you," Rebecca shook the manuscript in her hand, then pointed to a pile of machine models placed in the corner, "The identification methods and instructions for several common magical machines, There is also a hint of the most primitive repulsive piston-type magic energy engine."
Jenny and Rebecca have a very good relationship because they studied runes together and co-edited the first edition of the "Low-Level Spell-Rune Array Comparison Table". The reclusive rune master didn't hide his nervousness: "I... I don't know what to say later, what should I do?"
"Then record it again," Rebecca waved her hand, "It's not always possible to record a few more live broadcasts today. But the first live broadcast will be done in three days, and you should pay attention at that time."
Jenny seemed to be slightly relieved, and then she couldn't help feeling emotional: "I really admire Miss Jibri... It is said that she was the first live broadcast."
"Actually, just relax, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just standing in front of the stage to demonstrate a few simple experiments, fiddling with the runes, and let everyone see how the most basic runes work. You are studying The content taught by apprentices in the courtyard is much more profound than that, can't you still teach it well?"
"It's different," Jenny shook her head with a wry smile, "If a few apprentices stand beside me and let me give them a lecture, I won't be nervous, but just now I saw the studio inside... I have to stand on an empty stage I was a little nervous doing a demonstration in front of a bunch of magic net terminals and half a room full of expressionless technicians. And the thought that those images would be recorded and put on the magic net broadcast... ”
As Jenny spoke, she couldn't help touching her cheek, and her nervousness resurfaced.
"No way, it's to ensure that the details of the experiment can be photographed... But you reminded me, maybe one or two assistants can be on stage for the next recording, so that they can help and reduce tension..." Rebecca's mind seemed to be opened, and she began to get up with a happy expression, but just as she was speaking halfway, her eyes fell on Jenny's face.
This rune master from the royal capital, the dean of the Rune Research Institute, and one of the founders of Cecil's magic industry, was holding a few strands of long hair around his ears unnaturally with his hands.
Jenny deliberately recombed her long white hair today. The silky hair hangs down from the sides of her cheeks to her chest, almost covering half of her face.
But even so, the striking burn scars are still clearly visible in the crevices of her hair and on her exposed neck.
Obviously, she almost no longer cares about these scars on weekdays, and she doesn't deliberately cover them up when she works in the research institute, but at this special moment, the rune teacher obviously still cares.
Jenny noticed Rebecca's gaze, and suddenly became more unnatural. She brushed her hair again, and asked a little worriedly: "So... can I still see it?"
"I can see it," Rebecca nodded, "and will see it anyway."
Jenny's movement of combing her hair suddenly froze, and her expression looked frustrated and disappointed: "I actually tried Master Pittman's scar-removing ointment, but it didn't work at all..."
"Pittman's ointments are almost useless as long as they are sold privately," Rebecca pouted, and then looked at Jenny seriously, "And I don't think you need to cover them. On the contrary, I think you should take care of them." Show it squarely. Of course, it's just my thoughts."
Jenny looked at her in surprise, the first friend who crossed the identity barrier and had a frank relationship with herself: "Why..."
"Because you are beautiful," Rebecca said frankly, "You are really beautiful. Although you have these scars, they are really not as serious as you imagined."
Jenny hesitated, she was very happy to hear Rebecca's compliments, but she didn't know whether these compliments really belonged to her, and while she was hesitating, a voice suddenly came from the side: "You are ashamed of these scars Is it?"
Jenny raised her head in surprise and saw the tall figure.
She hurriedly got up: "Lord..."
Gao Wen waved his hand, signaling to Jenny that there is no need to be polite: "It is your mentor, not you, who should be ashamed of these scars. Of course, whether you choose to cover them or ignore them is your own right, but in my opinion, I am not I don't think your scars are ugly, and I don't think you need to be ashamed of them."
The door leading to the studio opened, and a technician came out and said to Jenny: "Miss Jenny, the machine is ready, we can start at any time."
Jenny grabbed a few pieces of paper in her hand, and stood up a little dazedly.
Gao Wen looked at her quietly: "You want to spread knowledge, you should be proud of your knowledge, because behind this knowledge stands that unknown wild mage, and stands Ravencrest Sir, are you sure you want to introduce them with embarrassment and shame instead of pride and confidence?"
Rebecca also stood up, and she grabbed Jenny's arm vigorously, with a bright smile on her face: "Come on!"
Jenny glanced down at the few pages of manuscript paper in her hand that she had almost scratched. After a few seconds of silence, she took a deep breath.
Then, she rolled up her hair and walked towards the door not far away.
Looking at Jenny's back, Gao Wen breathed out slightly: "You always have to take the first step."
"Yeah, I also think it's time for her to come out, she's so pretty," Rebecca murmured, and then looked at Gawain curiously, "But then again, why are you here too, Mr. Ancestor?"
"Hetty is very worried about you," Gawain said helplessly, dumbfounding. "Of course I am also very worried. I am afraid that you will blow up this place."
"Wow"