Son of the Olden Days

For the older orphans who are about to leave the monastery, waiting for the coming of age ceremony should be the easiest period of life in the monastery.

The various constraints and restrictions of the monastery are stripped from the body like the shackles of unfastening. There are no longer heavy labor entanglements, and no endless cold eyes and interest competitions.

The only thing you have to do is to prepare the offerings of twenty silver wolves, and then welcome the coming freedom and new life.

For an ordinary orphan with no means, twenty silver coins are definitely not a small amount of money. Even if you take into account the odds and ends of the salary accumulated in the various shops in the town every year since the age of nine, there is often a big gap to be filled.

Therefore, the orphans in the last period are usually very active. They will show off their skills through stealth and abduction. They can also honestly run to the town to find some temporary work to supplement, or bet on their lives to do something they have never done before. Things.

Most orphans are unavoidably full of fear and confusion in the face of the upcoming new life.

Because they are not sure whether they can live better in the dirtier adult world after leaving the cold and dirty environment of the monastery, nor are they sure whether they are prepared enough to face this dark world. Of malice.

Saul didn't have any fear, perhaps a little confused. Because he couldn't imagine where and what kind of life he would live after leaving the monastery for the time being.

In fourteen years, about one-fifth-sixth of his life stayed in this place.

In the past few years, Saul felt that his life was like the sea under the dark night, in the turbulent waves, there was no comfort, only the rotten wood that occasionally floated in the wind and waves, or the light that loomed on the distant sea but never reached.

When there is nothing, people can have all kinds of dreams.

But Saul knew that he could no longer live by dreaming.

Time is still rushing forward, silently and never looking back.

It was another day. After the routine morning prayer was over, the deacon who presided over the ceremony allowed Sol to stay.

Following the deacon through the ancient masonry corridor, he finally stopped in front of the bishop's study.

Nunu, the deacon who led the way, motioned Thor to knock on the door, then turned and left.

In the entire monastic career, Risol entered this room no more than twice, but he knew that fat bishops rarely bored in this study. Usually, the chief priest of this study used it, and the deacon also used it.

After the knock on the door, there was a response sound in the room.

Pushing open the somewhat jammed vaulted wooden door, Saul saw Deacon Ogg sitting behind the desk.

Seeing Ogg's first glance, Saul had a general judgment about today's summons. It should have been discovered that Shuggs took himself to spy on Ogg and Sister Dais the other night.

Shuggs once said that'the old guy has good physical strength', but in fact Og is not too old, a thin middle-aged man, half-bald hair, about forty years old, and a very distinctive hooked nose. And the sunken eye sockets always give people a gloomy feeling.

"Did you see that night?" After a short silence, Oge started the topic, his tone tepid.

"Yes, in fact, we have encountered this kind of things countless times in the past few years in the monastery. But we are all very tight-lipped people. After a day or two of discussion with each other, we will soon forget."

"And we are about to leave the monastery, everything will be gone with the wind."

Saul shrugged his shoulders in a tone that didn't care too much, trying to play down the big and small things as much as possible. In the last days of the monastery, he really didn't want to get into any trouble, it was meaningless.

Ogduan sat in the chair behind the desk and looked at Sol quietly. The hands and thumbs that were close together on the table turned around in circles, seeming to be thinking, or maybe waiting for his gaze on Sol to finish. The judgement reached after review.

"Want to learn?" Old Oug suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" Saul raised his head for unknown reasons.

Ogle raised his chin at the pile of books piled on the corner of the table, and Sol's boring sight just stayed on it.

The top book Sol remembers seeing it in the underground library of the monastery, but it was a pity that he couldn't understand it.

"The history of ethnic changes in the mainland is written in the common language of the mainland." Old Oug read the title of the top book twice, using two grammars. There was one that Thor hadn't heard at all, and he couldn't understand it.

"Yes, I want to learn." Sol replied solemnly.

The imaginary troubles did not come, the threats, intimidation, and even the bribery were never seen, but it seemed good to be able to end the voyeurism in this way.

As for the mainland lingua franca, Saul knows that the usage rate is not very high. It is used for dealing with alien races. The premise is that you can meet alien races. Maybe it will be useful in your own adventures in the future.

All races on this continent other than humans are called ‘alien’, such as the elves, dwarves, orcs.

There are almost few foreign races in the remote border areas of Gray Screen Town, and occasionally one or two can be seen in the robber team running around. It is said that there are elves in the deep sleeping forest.

There was also a half-elf named Kletty around Thor, perhaps because she was born in a human territory, she spoke a human language.

Hearing Saul's answer, the corners of Old Oger's mouth pursed slightly.

"You can come to me to study from noon to afternoon three days before the week, but remember to prepare lunch or dinner for me, at least roast chicken."

This is probably the tuition fee, and it's not worth much. Sol smiled and nodded, then thanked him and quit.

Since that day, Saul has fallen into a new study, gradually from the recognition and reading of basic syllables to spelling, and the last paragraph is full of real time.

He would report to Old Oge on the first three days of the week, or at noon or night, and the old fellow would let Thor bring a pot of wine over.

Several times when he was late, Sol also encountered Old Ogg playing collision games with different nuns in the study. Old Ogg did not shy away from it, and would invite Sol to join him.

Saul has never been interested in those women whose holy light has fallen apart, and they usually exercise their will while studying in the groan of the nun.

Time flowed in such a hurry, and then Shuggs ushered in the coming-of-age ceremony and left the monastery first.

On the eve of his coming-of-age ceremony, Sol received another invitation.

The invitation came from Feith Jaglinton, the heir to the future lord of this territory.

Led by the guard Warren, Thor met Faith, who hadn't seen him for a long time, in a mansion in the North End.

From the outside, this mansion does not occupy a large area, but the interior decoration is very exquisite and magnificent, perhaps a small collection of a wealthy man in the North District.

Faith was sitting at the main seat of the long dining table, looking through something. On either side of him sat a young man and a woman, whom Sol had never seen.

After keeping the basic etiquette and sending his greetings, Faith smiled and motioned for Sol to take a seat. Sol sat down at the table, facing Faith, and waited quietly.

After a while, Faith raised his head and spread his hands on Sol.

"That's right, I have obtained the qualification of fire magician, and may go to the southern main city of Odrensa soon, so I need to recruit a group of reliable guards."

"Of course the **** is just a name, and I don't need protection. It's just that the journey is far away, and things are often complicated and changeable. I believe that there will always be some wild ideas to be realized in the future, or there are some crazy things worth doing."

"I heard that you are about to leave the monastery through the coming-of-age ceremony. You are at the beginning of a new life, or the intersection of life's choice, so I hope you can come to my guard."

"Although we didn't have much communication in the days of the monastery, I was actually a very good person. I believe that in the days to come, we can support each other and eventually become more reliable partners over ordinary employment relationships."

Listening to Faith's very friendly speech, Saul curled his lips inwardly.

Some people may not be friends even if they have known each other for a lifetime, and some people can be close to brothers in just one face, but Faith is obviously not among them.

Saul couldn't say good or bad for his senses, it was just vague, and he never deliberately paid attention to it. After all, the class difference between each other was too huge.

Although he couldn't see the content, Saul faintly felt that the paper records on the table in front of Firth seemed to have something to do with him, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Those in power are always accustomed to grasping the information of the objects they care about. To put it bluntly, it is the so-called necessary investigation to increase the understanding and control of their opponents.

Saul understands this, but doesn't like it. He is used to walking in the dark instead of walking in front of people.

Pretending to lower his head in thought for a moment, Saul raised his head and declined Faith's invitation.

"I sincerely thank Master Faith for his importance. I am honored. I am also looking forward to the prospects described by Master Faith, but I am sorry that I cannot leave Gray Screen for the time being. I hope Master Faith will forgive me."

"I helped an elderly mercenary who was in trouble not long ago during the famine. Later he became my mentor and taught me some basic swordsmanship skills. Now my mentor still lives in an old house in a slum, but he is only wounded. To be ridden, may be about to die soon."

"So I shouldn't leave this territory for two or three years after leaving the monastery, until the last trip of my instructor is finished, and my half-hearted swordsmanship will need to be sharpened for a longer period of time to deal with the dangers in the wilderness."

"If after that, I still have a chance to follow in the footsteps of Master Feith and play for myself."

After hearing Saul's blameless refusal, Faith showed a generous and understanding smile.

Judging from the information that Faith has, Thor's greatest value lies in his mastery of elementary pharmacy. Although going to a big city in the future is not without the opportunity to recruit beginners or even intermediate pharmacists, the knowledgeable Thor is obviously more valuable in training.

But since Saul refused, Feith didn't care too much. After all, Saul was not the first person he wanted to see today, nor was he the last person.

"I respect your choice and look forward to one day in the future to fight side by side." Fiss said in the end.

On the way back to the monastery, Saul didn't feel that he had missed a rare opportunity. After all, he still had people like Shuggs and Irene that he cared about in Gray Screen.

To take a step back, instead of really devoting himself to a certain system to work for others and following Faith to life and death, it is better to go to Chrissy's caravan to molest the little bean sprout.

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