"How to use aristocratic language accurately and master the honorific and respectful names of different objects is a very cumbersome course!"
Anthony wiped a small blackboard behind him, "And before the class starts, I want to introduce you to a god..."
Anthony took out a badge from his chest. It was a holy emblem in the style of a book, and it had a hazy luster.
"Recognize it?" Anthony asked softly.
"I recognize it! This is the religious emblem of Oghma, the great god of knowledge!" Leylin nodded honestly.
The smile on Anthony's face was even wider: "Yes! The great god of knowledge, Oghma, is the belief of all our scholars and the origin of all knowledge..."
He glanced at Leylin meaningfully: "At the same time, it is also the belief of your Faolan family. Have you ever prayed?"
"I watched my parents do it!" Leylin replied, after all, you can't ask a child for anything.
"Very good! Now you follow me!"
Anthony's expression was pious and holy: "Great God of Knowledge, you are the origin of all knowledge and the controller of truth..."
Leylin rolled his eyes violently in his heart, but he could only pray along the way: "...your brilliance spread throughout the whole world, drove away barbarism and ignorance, and brought us the brilliance of civilization..."
The immature voice kept echoing in the small living room, while Jonas and Sarah, who were hiding outside the door, showed smiles on their faces.
"It turns out that besides giving me language lessons, this teacher also gave me god lessons..."
Leylin felt a little depressed in his heart, but there was no impatient expression on his face. Instead, he was full of seriousness and concentration, which made Anthony nod secretly.
In fact, Leylin also knew that this was completely unavoidable.
After all, the influence of the gods on this world is too profound. If he wants to pretend to be here, he must transform himself into a believer.
People without faith are monsters in the world of the gods, and there is no room for survival at all.
However, fortunately, the gods only have a great influence and imprint on the souls of their devout believers and fanatics, and they don't pay much attention to the general believers who are only stained with the glory of the gods.
What's even more wonderful is that unless one is a priest of a god, outsiders can't tell the level of belief at all.
Anyway, it was just praying regularly and occasionally going to church to donate. This kind of superficial work, Leylin felt that he could play a very good role.
The God of Knowledge, Oghma, according to Leylin's knowledge, is a god worshiped by many nobles and scholars, or it can be called cultural people.
However, one of these two kinds of people only valued their own interests, and the other paid more attention to practical rules. The so-called degree of piety was definitely not very high, and Leylin would not appear obtrusive if he mixed in, it was one of the best choices.
"If you don't choose this, there will be only one other god in the territory of the Faolan family—Irmat, the God of Suffering!"
Leylin's whole body trembled.
This Irmat is a deity full of dedication and sacrifice, and his teachings mostly advise believers to be patient and obedient. He is a deity that rulers like to introduce into their territories.
The same is true for Baron Jonas. In the current fiefdom, only these two churches exist, and it has also formed a situation where the upper class believe in the God of Knowledge, and ordinary farmers and sailors believe in Irmat.
Although the baron still wants to introduce the church of the Goddess of Wealth, Woking, into the territory, but so far has not been successful.
The trade on the entire island is not that prosperous yet, let alone being boycotted by the other two churches, those wealth priests who know that making money is more important than preaching will naturally not take it seriously.
"very good!"
Seeing a cloud of white holy light floating out of the religious emblem and covering Leylin's body, every wrinkle on Anthony's face stretched out with a smile.
"The great God of Knowledge has accepted your prayers. From now on, you can follow your parents to the Temple of Knowledge and churches to participate in scripture activities and donations..."
"That would be my honor!" Leylin replied sternly, feeling a little lucky in his heart: "Sure enough, my soul is already a native of the world of the gods, and it has not aroused the other party's suspicion. If you maintain this level of belief and don't attract the attention of the other party, you will definitely not have any problems... "
Of course, Leylin also knew that he had completely rejected the path of a priest.
After all, the religious requirements of those priests were very strict, not only required to fully understand and follow the teachings of the gods, but even the souls belonged to the gods themselves.
If his own soul was also exposed to the eyes of the gods, Leylin would not be able to hide it with any certainty.
"However, with my mentality, I'm afraid that even the lowest-level priests can't achieve it..."
Leylin was speechless because of his own thoughts.
"Okay, let's start today's lesson. By the way, the reward for inviting me from your father is three gold coins per hourglass hour!"
Anthony began to write on the blackboard, using a cursive font, which looked very cumbersome and beautiful.
"Three gold coins?" Leylin whispered. Even a child as young as him knows that in the world of the gods, the purchasing power of gold coins is very strong.
"Knowledge is priceless..." Anthony nodded in satisfaction at Leylin's gaffe, and then started the morning class.
In Leylin's eyes, a professor of this level is nothing at all. In order to conceal his prominence, he deliberately slowed down his learning speed a lot.
Even so, Anthony was extremely impressed by the ability he displayed. He even praised Leylin in front of the baroness and his wife, and even predicted that he would become a great scholar. There were a lot of little stars, and the baron even picked up Leylin and threw them in many circles in the sky.
After enjoying a sumptuous lunch served by the maid, Leylin followed the baron to the small playground behind the manor.
This place is usually used by farmers to expose their grain to the sun, so it looks very empty. There is also a wooden frame erected on one side, with various weapons such as maces, daggers, spears, and knight guns on it.
A warrior in leather armor was already waiting in the center of the playground.
"Leylin, this is our family's chief guard, you can call him Uncle Jacopo!" the baron introduced Leylin.
From the opponent's body, Leylin clearly felt the evil spirit and powerful strength that can only be cultivated after experiencing mountains of corpses and blood.
"Uncle Jacob!" Leylin immediately called out sweetly.
"Your Uncle Jacob has been in charge of the patrol team at the port. I specially transferred him back this time to be in charge of your martial arts instructor. From now on, he will be your martial arts instructor, understand?"
The baron's voice became serious.
"Teacher Jacob!" Leylin rolled his eyes inwardly, and saluted solemnly again.
"Jacopo, I'll hand Leylin over to you!" Jonas patted Jacopo on the shoulder.
"Please rest assured, my lord, I will definitely teach the young master everything I have learned!" Jacopo straightened his chest.
After the Baron left, only Leylin and Jacopo were left on the playground.
"Before training as a warrior, I would like to ask my young master, do you know the concept of a professional?"
Jacopo has a very rough face, and because of the long-term suppression work, he is full of evil spirits. Even if he tries to make himself smile softly, this appearance can scare most kids to tears.
"I seem to have heard..." Leylin scratched his hair with his fingers.
"The so-called professional is the existence that has mastered powerful power, especially the professional above the fifth level, even in other countries, they can receive preferential treatment!"
As if to increase his persuasiveness, the muscles of Jacopo's right hand bulged and covered with a layer of brilliance.
"Look! This is the ability that fighters of the fifth level can only have - fighting spirit!"
Accompanied by Jacopo's roar, his fist slammed down on the ground.
Boom! The smoke and dust rose up, as if a small earthquake had occurred on the entire playground, and after the smoke and dust dispersed, there was already a large sunken pit beside Jacopo.
"Wow..." Leylin opened his mouth wide in cooperation, showing a very surprised look. He acted similar to other children, but in fact he was secretly appraising Jacopo's ability.
"This kind of destructive power... is about the same as that of a knight who has stimulated life energy. Of course, due to the stricter restrictions on the extraordinary power of the world of the gods, the combat power of the opponent has to rise. It is estimated that it should be closer to a first-level wizard..."
Leylin thought to himself, the chip directly revealed the opponent's data.
[Jacopo warrior level: Level 5 or above (insufficient information) Strength estimate: 3 Agility estimate: 2 Physique estimate: 3 Spirit estimate: 1.5 Rating: Dangerous!]
"Alas... the main body is weak, and even the scanning ability of the chip is also limited!"
Leylin sighed silently in his heart, but at the same time he knew the general strength of this Jacopo.
"I'm just a fighter, so I can only show the young master the power of a fighter..."
Jacopo said with some regret: "There are various types of professionals, full of weird and mysterious abilities..."
It can be seen that Jacopo is faithfully performing his duties, using his powerful force to lure the young master to walk on the path of the strong.
"So... Uncle Jacob, what level of fighter are you? Tell Leylin, okay?"
At this time, Leylin naturally made full use of his advantage of being a child, and kept getting information.
"Me? I'm just a sixth-level fighter!" Jacopo smiled shyly.