“This technique…” The Dean of the Physics Department, Bixius, frowned slightly. "I taught you." Sixus next to him looked excited. "Now we have slimmed down this sentence." On the podium, Hitzfeld showed a new line of characters. "Does anyone know how to pronounce it?" This time, more than a dozen students, including the bespectacled girl Aglaia, raised their hands. "You come." Hitzfeld pointed to the short, fat boy at the front. "The pronunciation is roughly the same, Professor!" the boy stood up excitedly, "Just pay attention to the connection - because without the conjunctions, they sound more coherent!"
"Very good... What's your name?" "Andy, Andy Fran, fourth grade!" "Then Mr. Fran..." Hitzfeld took two steps forward, stood on the podium and looked down at him. "Now let's make an assumption. Suppose you are a secret police officer, an agent, or an informant placed by your motherland in a foreign country." "You discovered a very important clue today and were ready to go out and deliver the message immediately, but your identity was exposed." "Your door is being smashed and damaged by the enemy." "The thugs cursed you and threatened you, and you knew you would die today." "Gudu~" Her tone was so grim that many students turned pale, as if they were experiencing the danger she described. "You probably have less than 10 seconds to write down the clues you have in code." Hitzfeld narrowed his one eye. "Which one do you think is more suitable as the prototype of the code at this time, modern Sara or ancient Sara?" "I…I think it's Ancient Sarai, Professor." The fat boy said tremblingly. "Yeah~" Hitzfeld touched his chin and looked at the entire auditorium. "Even a fourth grader knows that ancient Sarai is better because it saves more precious time." "…Why do I feel like she's scolding us in a roundabout way?" Zafira muttered again. "As if no one wouldn't want to learn it, if it weren't so difficult..."
"Shut up!" Ethan and Xia Yibing said in unison. "We understand what you mean, Professor." At this time, a boy with glasses sitting in the second row from the front said, "But you have to understand that even among those who really study this course, few want to be mice." There was a burst of laughter from the front row. Correspondingly, many people in the back row had dark complexions. You know, most of the people who can come to Dream City are extraordinary people. Anyone who was not a student and was not invited to enter Puslin needed to register their identity, which meant that most of them worked for the royal family. More than half of them were secret police, or "rats" as the boys called them. They feel offended. But the one who did this was a child, and this child was of considerable status. "Stand up, sir." Hitzfeld raised his hand and nodded at the boy. He stood up nonchalantly, and even had the mind to fist-bump with his buddies around him to celebrate. "May I have your name." "Will Lawrence." The boy looked at her nonchalantly and said with a grin, "Professor, you are so beautiful~" "Ha ha ha ha……" The students laughed even louder. But not all students followed suit. Aglaia, the fat boy Andy, and some students sitting on both sides frowned and looked at Will Lawrence with hatred in their eyes. "Larence..." Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly. She thought again of the old story of Balvik. "Yes, Professor." The boy straightened up and looked to the side with pride, "Baron Larence is my grandfather." "You seem very proud of your origins, Mr. Larence." Hitzfeld curled the corners of his mouth. She intended to teach the other party a lesson. "Shouldn't I be proud?" "It's fine to be proud, but I'm curious whether you have the corresponding cultivation." "Ha! You actually doubt..." "Needless to say, a true noble must know the family tree."
"I memorized them all." The boy raised his chin. "Then let me test you... What is the name of the current Baron Larence?" "Le Fay-Laurence...are you insulting me?" "Count forward 50 years." "...Bart-Laurence!" "Another 50 years." "…Pim-Laurence!" "Another 50 years." "...Crud-Larens!" "Another 50 years." "…You are making trouble!" The boy was furious. The Larence family only has a total history of 166 years, and she has counted back to 200 years ago! "Are you being unreasonable?" Hitzfeld coughed lightly and took two steps leisurely under the boy's angry gaze. "We all know that people are passed down from generation to generation." she says. "A person, even if he is living 150 years ago, has parents, and his parents also have parents." "Crude Larence is the founder of the Larence family. Why can he only be called a founder instead of a founder? The reason is that there was Larence before him, and he might not even be called Larence." "And now, Mr. Larence, you say I am being unreasonable..." "Am I to understand that you think Crud Larrance is unworthy of having a father?" "Or did he just pop out from between the rocks?" "what--" Zafira laughed loudly, and was immediately pinned down by three different pairs of hands. No one laughed except him, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became suffocating. It's true that this brat made a fool of himself, but he represents the Lawrence family after all. Many people stared at the girl on the stage with frowns on their faces, some worried that she would be subjected to cruel revenge. Will Lawrence looked pale and stood there at a loss.
The charge was too heavy for him. He didn't even know how to refute it - because he really didn't know who Crud Larrance's father was. According to the letters left by Crude himself, his father had two different surnames and given names. He was rarely seen for many years and was very mysterious. Crowder only chose one of them to inherit, and he didn't mention what the other one was. As for his father's father, and the relatives further up, the family tree... there is even less of it. Their family had not yet risen at that time. Family tree...this trick of the rich is too luxurious for common people. "Sit down, Mr. Larence." Hitzfeld waved gently. After receiving the order, the boy sat down hurriedly as if he had been pardoned, breathing heavily. "Yes Yes……" A deep, pleasant voice continued to come from above. “This is a dilemma, and it’s not limited to Larence.” "I believe all of us respect our ancestors, we want to honor them, we want to remember them, we want to at least know their names." "But time has isolated all of this." “Even the oldest family and the longest-standing heritage would have a huge rift around 1800.” "So at this time, if we want to pursue the truth and verify these 'lost civilizations'..." "What better shortcut than ancient Sara?" "..." A brief moment of silence. "Clap! Clap! Clap!" It was Grace again, he stood up and clapped his hands vigorously. Soon, more and more people stood up and followed him to applaud the stage. But this time it wasn't because Grace took the lead. This respect is only dedicated to the young lecturer on the podium. Chapter 25: Stranger Judging from the results alone, the open class has undoubtedly been a huge success. She lacked confidence before, but if Hitzfeld were to summarize it again now, she would say that Ancient Sarai is a subject that places great emphasis on sense of language.
Ancient language is concise and clear, and one sound or character can even contain multiple meanings. Modern languages are complex and cumbersome. Although they can also express different meanings by changing tones, they have been greatly refined on the original basis to ensure that they can be effortlessly identified when spoken and written. This is actually very similar to the situation between classical Chinese and modern Chinese. So this may explain why Hitzfeld was able to make rapid progress in this subject. She subconsciously referred to the interpretation of ancient Chinese texts and possessed a sense of language that was beyond ordinary people. In addition, she had plenty of "time for rote memorization", which was most necessary for language. All these factors came together to create such a small miracle in less than half a year. As for the students in the audience, they felt that what the teaching assistant said was easier to absorb than what Ferdinand said.