Alien Knights

"What are you talking about?! Get up at four in the morning, and you have to take seven classes?!"

Todd's hands trembled as he held the board Hudgens handed him.

Listening to the long list of course titles reported by the man in front of him: grammar, rhetoric, dialectics, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy and... music?

Todd's heart was bleeding.

You group of monks who are pure-hearted and ascetic, just recite the scriptures, why do you have to learn so many messy things? !

"The teacher of music, can't it be you?" Seeing Huggins shaking his head, Todd felt a little relieved, and finally heard good news.

"But you can also appoint a master. I'm quite confident in music."

Hearing Huggins' self-recommendation, Todd rejected the proposal without any hesitation.

Huggins, who looked a little disappointed, told the latter to go to bed early, and at the last moment when he stepped out of the door, he left a word without thinking: "At night, no matter what sounds you hear, don't go out of the door."

The door was shut with a bang.

Passing through the closed wooden boards, Todd, who had the ability to see through, looked helplessly at Hudgens, who had just walked out of the room and put his ears on the door.

"I can see you!"

Huggins straightened up without shame, muttered a few words, and left the aisle resentfully.

Finally able to enjoy the quiet.

Todd turned to look at the empty room, with dark walls, cracked stone slabs, a wooden edged shutter, a narrow wooden bed for only one person, and a single desk and chair that creaked with age.

Gone.

Yes, that's all, that's all.

I probably guessed that the nightlife after time travel would be very boring, but I really didn't expect it to be so "desperately" boring.

I can't bear to give even a candle!

Looking at the slowly setting sun outside the window, Todd remembered what Huggins said to himself in the afternoon.

『Little guy, Master Melis really values ​​you. He gave you a single room with the best conditions and arranged the best master for you. 』

If the conditions of the "best single room" I live in are the same, how bad will the living conditions of those monks who are practicing practice be?

Maybe there is a way to improve it?

Lying on the wooden bed, his mind was full of miscellaneous thoughts, and Todd didn't even realize that this was the first time he had slept peacefully on the bed since he traveled to this world.

He thought of his past life for a while, and the future for a while, and just fell asleep like this.

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late at night.

There were tremors from the bluestone floor of the room, and the man's painful wails and crazy roars could be heard faintly in his ears, waking up the sleeping Todd from his dreamland.

Todd tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, Huggins' warning still echoing in his mind. But the screams that kept echoing in his ears completely dispelled Todd's drowsiness, forcing him to turn over from the bed and sit up.

She tiptoed out of bed, gently opened the door, and just took a few steps outside when she heard a gloomy voice behind her.

"Where are you going?"

"Lying down!" (Chinese)

Like a ghost, the little boy Edgar slowly paced out of the darkness, frightened Todd and sat down on the ground, and a Chinese sentence came out of his mouth.

The other party was expressionless, and looked at Todd coldly: "You'd better listen to Uncle Huggins and go back to bed!"

Listening to the other party's advice, Todd, who was extremely upset but had no other choice, returned to his room. The man's screams were still heard from time to time, so he could only cover his ears and force himself to think about other things to divert his attention.

Maybe half an hour has passed, maybe most of the night has passed. The screaming and trembling gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm. Looking at the "distortion" in the darkness of the room that was about to move because of his own imagination, Todd could no longer sleep.

This awakening lasted until the moon set and the sun did not rise.

It's not yet four o'clock in the morning.

The robin beat the waist bell to remind all the monks to get up and go to class early.

Todd, who didn't sleep well all night, put on the monk's clothes on the wooden table, opened the door and walked through the long side corridor, joining the marching team.

At some point, Huggins also came to the team, looked at the dark circles on the boy's face with a smile, and said, "About once every three days, just wait until you get used to it."

What?

Just as Todd was about to ask, he saw the man disappear at the end of the line.

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Half of the sky was dyed by the sun below the horizon, half of the sky was still twinkling with stars, and all the monks had gathered in the main hall of the monastery.

Everyone consciously divided into several teams, occupied different areas of the main hall, and recited the church's admonitions in unison.

"Father of all, one God, has brought us from the swamp and the place of misery to the world. You should always keep in mind the motto, in this world, you are unique to all thoughts of going up to heaven, going down to earth, underground, and water, and the sequence of all things...』

Todd recited the admonition aloud along with the monks, and the more he recited, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The Church of the Heavenly Father in this different world is very similar to the Catholic Church in the previous life. Is this all a coincidence? Or is there some more insidious reason?

After the morning class, watching the monks around him disperse one after another, some began to practice the morning homework, some went to work in the fields together, and some went to nearby villages to do missionary and assistant work. Todd stood in the empty main hall, touching his growling stomach, completely dumbfounded.

I said.

What about breakfast?

Woke up at four o'clock, after reading sutras for such a long time, don't you European monks plan to fill your stomach in the morning?

In desperation, he poured cold water indiscriminately, and Todd, who had nothing to do, had to sit on the steps of the side porch in a daze.

Fortunately, Huggins found him.

Huggins, who had been with this little guy for several days and knew his work and rest habits well, secretly stuffed half a piece of rye bread into his arms, and then dragged him to the class of Master Meris.

When he arrived at the old man's lecture room, Todd realized that what Huggins said about "valuing" yesterday was true.

Beside the wooden shelf full of books, there is a one-meter-square desk and two wooden chairs facing each other.

Today was actually a one-on-one class between Master Myris and Todd.

Signaling Huggins to leave first, the old man took out a stack of yellowed book pages from the bookshelf, sat across from Todd, pointed to the letters drawn on it and said, "Considering that you don't have any educational background, I will spend a morning teaching you the basic reading of the text."

Holding the edge of the desk, the new student glanced at "Aa, Bb, Cc, Dd..." on the page

I secretly said in my heart.

Sure enough, the official language of the religion here is Latin.

Three minutes later.

When the farmer's child in front of him read the alphabet without hindrance, Master Meris' wide eyes shone with a strange light like a lighthouse in the dark.

Todd moved the chair under him back, feeling a little uncomfortable.