Lord of Secrets

After leaving Trina's office and walking out of the building, Ubermo saw Ayesha sitting on a bench under a big tree not far away, looking at the flickering spots on the ground, and then shaking her legs.

"Ayesha, it's time for us to go." Umbermo said immediately.

Noticing Ubermo walking towards this side, Ayesha waved her hand, then smiled reservedly and said: "Mr. Belmode, after talking to Principal Trina for so long, things should be settled!"

Ubermo responded with a smile: "It's basically done, so I will wait for the good news you bring me in the next few days, Ayesha."

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After returning from Fidley Girls' School and sending Ayesha home, Ubermo took advantage of a little time and went to the city center library. He didn't want to waste any time that could speed up the digestion of the secret medicine.

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There is no party this Sunday. In a few days, we can try to win over the elf gentleman and Carlia... By the way, we also need to tell Marcia that the police department must be consistent... From now on Back from the library, Ubermore sat on the sofa to rest.

After lunch, Ubermo went out, first to the office, but Marcia was not there, so Ubermo informed Mei Aina of his request and asked her to relay it.

Afterwards, Ubermo went to Gil Church with Ayesha, but did not see Ryan during this period. After she attended mass, he sent her home and then went to the library.

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Three days have passed and it is now Wednesday, July 10th.

In the past few days, Ubermore didn't know if he could detect anything else from the Deir Bell Tower, but he would go there every night when he had time, but he didn't hear the so-called sound. Everything was normal.

He was a little frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. As for informing Marcia, what should he do if there were no clues? And when Deir's conspiracy is not exposed, he cannot be wanted, not to mention that he is a noble, so he can only keep an eye on him.

Therefore, Ubermo did not continue to ask Marcia to investigate, but went to Red Leaf Manor every once in a while to keep a lookout, making Deir a little nervous and not daring to act rashly.

At this moment, Ubermo had finished breakfast and was preparing for today's morning class. Ayesha informed him of Principal Trina at noon yesterday and asked him to go to class today.

He also learned about the curriculum of Feideley Girls' School in advance.

Classes start at 9 a.m. every day. There are two main courses. One is social communication. Mrs. Shar was previously in charge of it, mainly cultivating girls’ etiquette and social aspects.

The other is general knowledge. It was taught by Mrs. Leon before. It is not advanced, but it only teaches the basics, such as the basic structure and use of parts, such as how to distinguish the direction through the sun and stars, such as the changes in seasons, etc. kind.

After all, few women become professors, and the purpose of the school is only to enrich them and give them a chance to go to college, and then it is up to them to choose.

If you give up further study, you will still appear connotated even socially. As long as your appearance is not too bad, it will be easy to attract nobles from the upper class.

If you choose to further your studies, there is no so-called girls' school in college. Knowledge is taught equally and fairly, and it depends on their own efforts.

Ubermo's task was these two classes, and he passed Principal Trina's assessment perfectly.

As for the afternoons, there are generally no classes. Occasionally, students will be taken to Gill Church for two or three days to study theology or participate in some extracurricular activities.

Saturdays and Sundays are holidays.

It was so easy... Ubermo thought of something and cursed.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

The doorbell of this era was very simple. It was a fish tendon rope that was not easily damaged and was connected to an iron box. It contained a mechanical device, various parts and a spring. Then you only need to gently pull the fish tendon rope. Inside the box The iron rod will ring the copper bell inside through the rotation of the gear.

This is the most popular, and residents of the middle class and above basically use this device, because most of them own single-family houses with a lawn outside the house, so the rope can be lengthened and the device placed inside the house.

Of course, the front part is also replaced by a small mechanical device, which can be pressed.

People below the middle class basically don’t have doorbells. After all, it’s just a matter that can be solved by knocking on the door. Why waste money?

Ubermo saw it was Ayesha, opened the door, and said: "Ayesha, good morning."

Ayesha looked quite youthful in her white school uniform in the morning.

Ayesha smiled and then said: "Mr. Belmode, good morning, can I go to school with you?"

Ubermore responded: "Of course, but you have to wait for a while. I'll pack up, change my clothes, and set off."

"OK!"

Soon, Ubermo put on a gray buttonless shirt, took the prepared documents, and followed Ayesha on the public carriage to Feideley Girls' School.

Feideley Girls' School is located in the South District, about twenty minutes away from them.

At this time, around 8:30, more than a dozen students entered the school carrying schoolbags or shoulder bags outside the school gate.

There are not too many students in the girls' school, probably only a few hundred, but even so, the teachers' courses are quite heavy, and some have to teach several classes.

After passing the inspection by the security personnel, he was released. Ubermo looked extremely special at this moment, and the youthful and sunny students looked at him with curiosity.

People gathered together in twos and threes and talked in low voices.

Ayesha followed Ubemo with a slight smile on her face. After walking for a while, Ayesha said, "Teacher Belmode, I'm going to the classroom first."

Ubemo nodded, and then replied, "I'll go to Ms. Trina first, and I'll teach you later."

Then, Ubemo turned and walked towards the teacher's building, and some female students hurriedly walked towards Ayesha, curiously asking what was going on.

...

Soon, it was almost 9 o'clock in the morning, and Ubemo came to the teaching building after sorting out the materials. Ayesha's class was on the second floor. Ubemo came to the second floor under the curious eyes of several sparse female students, looked at the sign, and walked in.

Then some girls began to scream and shouted, "Ayesha, what you said is true, is he our new teacher?"

Perhaps they felt fresh, and the classroom began to get lively. Ubemo coughed a few times, and then said, "Quiet!"

Ubemo's eyes were a little stern, and they felt "obedience" and unconsciously quieted down.

After glancing at the classroom with only 29 students, Ubemo immediately said in a gentle but low voice: "My name is Belmode Judah, and this is the first lesson I will teach you."

"Rules!"

"It's class time now, so you have to listen quietly. Here, you are students, and I am a teacher."

At this time, they said nothing.

"The existence of society is based on rules. People in the upper class often pay attention to rules, and etiquette comes from this. These are the rules they make."

"So, if you want to integrate into them one day, you must learn etiquette and know how to follow the rules, so that you will not be called nouveau riche."

It's a pity that I can't say anything about my advanced ideas... Ubemo complained a few words in his heart. Although he was a little helpless about these rules, they were not revolutionaries, so there was no need to teach them too shocking ideas.

At this time, Ubemo noticed Mrs. Daeling outside the back door of the classroom, which made him feel like he was being followed by a teacher when he was a student.

But at this time, she didn't speak. Although he didn't know what she was doing, Ubemo continued to talk.

"I know there might be one or two rebellious teenage girls among you."

At this point, Ubemo obviously noticed that several of them puffed up their cheeks, obviously dissatisfied, but did not refute.

"This is not a big deal, everyone will experience it. You may be very resistant to the so-called etiquette and rules, and think that wearing specific clothes on any occasion is troublesome and old-fashioned, and that meeting requires a lot of greetings and is a waste of words, and even think that various rituals, such as party rituals, visiting rituals, etc. are too cumbersome and a waste of time."

Ubemo said in a somewhat high voice: "I think you are right."

How can he teach these students this... Mrs. Daerling frowned outside the door, folded her arms, and looked at Ubemo with dissatisfaction, but did not interrupt his class.

At this point, Ubemo observed the students. Some were shocked that he said these words, some were disgusted, arrogant, and some agreed.

Noticing Daeling's expression, Ubemo was not surprised, but continued: "But you are not qualified to do this now."

At this time, one of the girls raised her hand to signal, and Ubemo looked over. This was a somewhat rebellious girl who sat in a somewhat casual posture. Ubemo signaled her to speak.

"Teacher Belmode, why are we not qualified?"

The girl's voice was somewhat dissatisfied and questioning.

Ubemo immediately replied: "Because this society does not revolve around you."

"You are just students, maybe some of you have a good family background, but so what. The rules of this society are still set by the nobles. If you don't follow the rules, you will be excluded."

"You will be looked down upon by others, your neighbors will think you are uneducated, and your professors will think you are not a good student..."

"And you have no way to change it! Because you are not in a high position and have not enough influence."

"So, you are not qualified. Only by integrating into the upper class, maybe you will have a chance to change all this."

This is poisonous chicken soup... Ubemo looked at them with a slightly sympathetic look, and found that they were thinking. Ubemo found that his secret medicine had been digested a little bit.

Then he said: "So, the next step is the real social communication class, girls, are you ready?"