"I need to see Isaac Lord first." Chapter 10 Integration Mrs. Glee was very concerned about the matter of the Golem God. While teaching Leng Qing common sense, she often asked her to recall who had said that name last night during breaks. This was the lie Leng Qing told instinctively. She could only stammer and describe a tall and thin man with his face covered by his collar, saying that she did not see his appearance clearly. After confirming several times that she really couldn't remember any other details, Mrs. Glee gave up completely and began to teach her knowledge wholeheartedly. She taught a lot of things, because she was the only one who knew that Leng Qing came from another era. In order to help her better integrate into the modern world, she not only taught her from the most basic words, but also interspersed some historical experiences in her teaching. Leng Qing studied very hard - she had already confirmed through her instinctive reactions after waking up that she was really afraid of death. She was sure that if she wanted to live well no matter what, she had to master this knowledge deeply. The learning progress is neither slow nor fast. For now, she understood where she was. The mortar-shaped swing is the same as the mortar-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing. It is a small T-shaped swing.
Although the place where she lives now seems rather deserted, if she goes further northeast, she will be able to see the real prosperity. If she continued to move northeast, she would reach the center of the kingdom, the royal capital, Wayne Port. This country has completed the initial accumulation of industrialization and the early electrical revolution, but it still retains the inherited feudal monarchy system, which makes Leng Qing feel familiar. It's simple, it's just that this is how it is written in many novels she has read. What really interests her is language and writing. Sara is a typical phonetic language. There are not many imagery rules in its writing, but the slightest change in pronunciation can lead to a drastic change in the flavor of the entire sentence. So it actually sounds quite nice - especially when someone like her recites a sentence in a clear voice, the subtle changes in the ups and downs of the voice sound pleasant and soothing. It's like singing... This language must be very suitable for opera. Leng Qing's progress in mastering written language was so fast that even she was surprised. She had studied English systematically and had also learned some minority languages in other countries by herself, and she believed that she had some talent in mastering languages. However, the advanced grammar of Sara language was more complicated than that of Japanese, and she thought it would take at least a week for her to understand the rules. But the fact is, this kind of teaching only lasted for two days, and she naturally understood this rule. It is very important to learn a language and comprehend the rules of grammar. This is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words. Her former language teacher once used "language sense" to describe it. A person with a good sense of language can guess the correct answer from several options even if her learning progress is not up to par and she cannot understand the full meaning of a passage. "good." On Thursday morning, still in the study, Mrs. Glee finished testing Leng Qing on her homework again. She couldn't help but raise her hand to hold her eyes and gave a sincere compliment. "You are now ten times better than those farmers. At this rate, you should be able to pass the elementary school literature exam by this time next week." Leng Qing smiled and said nothing. In fact, what she was thinking was that if she could master Sarai as soon as possible, she would have another option and could consider leaving her wife and teaching in school in the future. Although... the age of her body is still very young, at most around 17 years old. But from what she has seen and heard these days, and her understanding of the cultural level of the surrounding residents, she is more than qualified to be a primary school math teacher.
Yes, mathematics - this was one of the few advantages she discovered she had. If compared with those real mathematicians, her level is obviously not good enough. But at least she knows the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division formulas... With these things as a foundation, it should be no problem to teach little kids or even adults who know nothing about math. "Very good." Mrs. Gree put the book back on the table. "Today's homework is completed ahead of schedule again." "As a reward, you are free to ask me questions. I will answer any questions that are not too outrageous." The lady may have been a teacher before. Leng Qing thinks so. Her teaching level is very high. The teaching process of words and language is a little boring, but she can interpret the teaching content vividly without being childish (imagine teaching children to recognize words in kindergarten), which is quite commendable. She would often come up with some new ideas based on Leng Qing's performance, sometimes inserting introductions to history and geography, and sometimes rewarding her by asking her questions. These little surprises were interspersed throughout the teaching process, often making Leng Qing ignore the passage of time. "I still want to know about the school. I don't know if it's a good thing or not! This was the question she asked last time, but the lady rejected it as inappropriate and asked her to ask something else. But she still wanted to know more about these aspects, because she remembered that Mrs. Glee once said that Hitzfeld was a cursed family. The lady was unwilling to answer any questions about the "curse", so she had to approach it from the side and trace the stories of this family by exploring the roots of history. "Sarah's story..." The lady paused. The cunning Leng Qing made some modifications to the question this time. "Sara may also be a cursed country." She stared at Leng Qing for a long while, lowered her eyebrows and began to speak: "There is a saying that the Goddess of Xieyang was born from the deepest shadow, and that shadow actually came from a higher and greater being. It was the shadow left by her bathing in the divine fire." "According to many records, the original Sara Kingdom was at least three times larger than it is now. At that time, the entire world was plunged into war for some unknown reason, and the land, ocean, and sky were all burning with smoke." "It was that noble and great god who ended all the chaos and calmed the disputes on earth. It was also she who protected the sun in the sky, allowing the light of the divine fire to spread over all things." "Her name is not recorded in the data...but many records show that such a deity existed...We speculate that she was the earliest goddess worshipped by the Sara people, and she even had a great influence in other regions." "So you can probably guess that there was no evil spirit in the earliest times." "There is no Ramadan, no evil spirits, no nightmares, and the sun rises and sets every seven days." "…Then why did it change again?" Leng Qing asked in a low voice. She originally just listened to it as a myth and didn't care. But when the myth began to connect with reality, especially after she personally experienced facing the nightmare, she found that this might not be entirely a myth.
"There is no record." Madam shook her head. "Otherwise, how can I say it is 'possible'... Maybe some accidents happened later, causing that noble and great being to give up on protecting us. Maybe she had some unavoidable difficulties... causing the sun to no longer have spiritual light, and the light would be blocked when the dream world approaches..." "For example, she may have failed in her fight against the evil gods from the outside world, because many scholars believe that the dream world is 'foreign', including those strange things and their names... These are all unsolved mysteries." "The only thing we can be thankful for is that... when the evil began to spread like a plague, the Goddess of Jiyang chose to save us." "You can go to church every Saturday to learn about this. But before that, you need to get to know someone first." "it's him." The lady took the newspaper from the side and turned to the second page, revealing a huge portrait of an old man wearing glasses. "Babis Isaac Lord." "Hey, stop it! " …… The lady's explanation did not help Leng Qing solve much of her confusion. Instead, it made her feel that the world was even more mysterious. At night, after returning to her room, she did not rest, but went to the mirror again and looked at the gray-haired girl inside. A black eye mask and a black collar that cannot be removed. Unconsciously, she seemed to have gotten used to these things, just as she was gradually getting used to this body and the sleepless nights every day. Yes...her rapid progress is certainly related to her excellent language talent, but more importantly, it is because she has never stopped pursuing knowledge. Every late night, after Mrs. Glee fell asleep, Leng Qing would secretly get up, turn on the light, and continue studying on the table. She doesn't need sleep. Can't sleep either. Before solving this problem, she could only try to turn the problem into an advantage. This means you can have nearly 10 more hours of study time every day. "Still have no clue..." The girl in the mirror shrugged her shoulders and hung her head like an abandoned, lost puppy. She once asked her lady how to write "Hitzfeld" and memorized the image of the text. She thought that after learning Saray well, she could look through the books herself to find historical records of the Hitzfeld family. But she secretly flipped through several books that recorded the past in the past two days, searching page by page, line by line, but couldn't find this "keyword" at all. “Maybe I should give up some of my insistence.” She looked at the book spread out on the table, forced herself to smile at the girl in the mirror. "so be it." "Good luck to you, Hitzfeld." Chapter 11 Shooting Training
On Friday, Hitzfeld got up early. Although she didn't need to sleep and couldn't sleep, she was used to washing up, going to bed, closing her eyes and staying still at dawn every day. It's not that she's crazy, it's that she's trying something. She wanted to listen to those strange whispers again. She wanted to confirm what it was that had recited that name in front of the painting. This golden eyeball is still under her control so far, but she cannot rule out the possibility that it is some kind of evil creature. "heard it……" Wearing a freshly washed black dress, with a small section of her white silk ankles visible from under the hem, Hitzfeld lay on the second-floor window sill, looking towards the backyard. "I heard those voices again..." Weird, eerie whispers. They reminded her of the noise she heard when she took the eyeball out of the box. The noise back then was much louder than it is these days. If it was a chorus of thousands of people back then, these days it was at most just someone whispering within ten meters. It is only because of the silence that those sounds can be vaguely distinguished. "Is this an illusion? I feel like this phenomenon is getting worse over time." Hitzfeld made some calculations in his mind. In Saray, November of each year is Ramadan. Residents across the country must keep their bodies clean during this month and try to eat "clean" foods such as rice porridge and pasta to pay tribute to the goddess of yang. During this month, the Mechanical Sun Goddess would continue to rise—she actually hadn't figured out what this meant yet, so she guessed that they were planning to keep the artificial sun hanging in the sky all the time—using this method to suppress evil spirits. The year is 1983, and she was dug out by Mrs. Gulliver on the last day of November 1983. On the first day she was able to fall into a coma, which was also a kind of sleep in some ways. Then she couldn't sleep from the next day. Not only that, she heard the whispers again the next night. On the third and fourth days, the whispers became more frequent, and if her senses were correct, the volume seemed to be louder than before. Will this increase be endless? She is more worried about this now. Being unable to sleep...so far it hasn't brought her a big negative impact. In fact, because of this ability, she can even sleep nearly twice as long as others. Many people always talk about how it would be great if they could live without sleep. Now that Hitzfeld has really realized this dream, she only hopes that she can return to normal. Because if those strange whispers would increase and intensify endlessly over time, then one day, she, who suffers from insomnia, would be immersed in the original environment of "thousands of whispers" all the time. I can’t imagine it, and I dare not think about it. Just having this one chance encounter was enough to make her a little nervous. If she were to be immersed in that kind of environment every day, with only her being able to hear all the whispers, she felt that she would be driven crazy. With some apprehension, she picked up her basket and went out to buy breakfast for herself and Mrs. Glee.
The Gree family had no servants, and the lady seemed to do all the daily chores herself. Hitzfeld was aware of being dependent on others, and she had taken it upon herself to help the lady with these tasks since a few days ago. Grocery shopping, cooking, dishes washing, cleaning. Fortunately, she has been independent since she was young, so she can do these things easily. Going out and being in the public these days also allowed her to get to know more neighbors. "Hitzfeld!" After closing the iron gate, the milkman Porker, who was riding a bicycle, happened to see her and stopped to shout at her. "Mr. Poker." The girl held the basket in both hands, placed it in front of her according to the etiquette taught by her ladyship, and nodded gently to the young man.