"... Very good, I will remember it. Etiquette classes might as well be more flexible. It is also three nights a week. If applied to practice, it can be done anytime, anywhere. Mobile version"

Gilbert's words rang in his ears, bringing him back to reality.

Thales tried not to look at the schedule on his opponent's lap, and tried not to calculate how much free time he had left in the week, and took a breath.

"As for what you said, ancient languages ​​and foreign languages."

The prince nodded:

"Well, ancient imperial literature."

"Northlanders despise this stuff."

"But it was the old crow who insisted on putting it back into the curriculum," Thales' eyes lit up, "'Don't waste so many ancient books in the library,' that's what he said."

Gilbert moved slightly.

He was a little nostalgic, but also a little moved:

"Yes, Mr. Hickser."

Thales hummed and smiled, intending to lighten the burden of this class:

"Of course. With the foundation you laid and years of conscious reading, I can still read Ancient Imperial Literature quite easily."

"As for my classmates," Thales shrugged:

"Well, I'm afraid she doesn't think so."

It reminds me of the scene where Thelma was in a daze in front of a book "Selected Political Allegories of the Age of Kings and City-States" written in antique ancient imperial script, biting her nails and looking around, and occasionally casting a horrified look at herself as she turned the pages quickly.

, Taylor suddenly felt extremely happy.

And decided never to tell her the secret to speed reading:

can't read?

Then skip it!

At this moment, Gilbert suddenly spoke:

"So, is Mr. Hickser teaching ancient imperial literature or modern imperial literature?"

Thales was stunned and hesitated:

"Um, let me think about it..."

But Gilbert nodded suddenly without hesitation and started writing again:

"I understand, you need additional tutoring on both imperial languages."

Two kinds.

Thales suddenly felt like he had shot himself in the foot.

The Foreign Secretary raised his head:

"And a foreign language?"

The prince looked at the schedule with fewer and fewer vacancies on the paper and said with a grimace:

"Um, does orc language count?"

Gilbert raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and wrote with a clear face, filling in the few spaces left:

"So you still need to be tutored in three languages: Ancient Elvish, Gurian Elvish, and Common Elvish."

ha?

Thales raised his head in horror.

"It's just a joke, Your Highness," Gilbert raised his head and laughed:

"No one can speak the first two except the elves themselves and linguists."

"Don't worry, all you need to learn is general Elven script."

Seeing the other person scratch out a few boxes again, Thales wisely swallowed the sentence "So Ada can speak?"

"Very good, then, grammar, history, etiquette, language, the basic classes in your course are over," Gilbert said with satisfaction:

"Next is the second category."

What?

besides?

Thales felt sad again.

The first category is enough for him!

However, Gilbert's next words caught his attention:

"philosophy."

At that moment, Thales was stunned again.

A few seconds later, regardless of the pressure of schoolwork, Thales said in surprise:

"Zhe...zhe what?"

Gilbert raised his head seriously and pronounced:

"Philosophy is an ancient name, an extremely broad subject."

"Today, especially in your curriculum, it includes mathematics, nature, art, and theology."

What?

Mathematics, nature, art, theology?

Thales said in surprise:

"Are these all included in philosophy?"

Gilbert smiled slightly and asked in the same sentence pattern:

"Which ones cannot be included in philosophy?"

Thales waved his hand.

"I know what you mean," the Duke said with some confusion:

"But I think that narrow and specialized philosophy is not so specific. Doesn't it answer some broad and profound ultimate questions?"

The Foreign Secretary repeated the same words as if he were joking with him:

"Then what questions do you think do not belong to the 'broad and profound ultimate questions'?"

Thales was stunned for a moment, and then scratched his head. God, this must be a disease he got from Cohen.

"Um...'what to eat today'?"

he asked blankly.

Gilbert put down his glasses, took a breath, and sat upright.

"First of all, the question of 'what to eat' can also be very profound..."

He looked at His Highness the Prince seriously and said:

"Secondly."

"Your Highness, as long as a scribe or academically educated civil servant works hard enough and is familiar with classics, he can be proficient in grammar, knowledgeable about history, have decent etiquette, and be proficient in language."

"A civilian knight who is a conscript or a city defense corps, as long as he works hard enough and practices martial arts continuously, he can also achieve outstanding martial arts skills, decisive command, invincibility on the battlefield, and repeated military exploits."

"They all have the opportunity to be knighted one day."

Gilbert's eyes sharpened:

"But how can we distinguish that you are a true nobleman with a long history and extraordinary significance, and they are not?"

Thales gave him an awkward smile in return.

Don't really know.

After all, it’s my first time too…

Become a noble.

Fortunately, he tried his best to suppress the phrase "golden blood?" that he had been ridiculed countless times in his throat.

Gilbert smiled mysteriously.

"If you are not used to it, Your Highness, just think of it as a nice name: philosophy."

Gilbert looked out the window with longing in his eyes:

"You know, before the empire period, philosophy was all-encompassing. It was once called the 'Learning of All Laws' and was a compulsory course for the nobility. At that time, the knights mounted their horses to hold soldiers and dismounted to talk about philosophy. As children of the nobility,

, There is no question whether you have studied philosophy or not, only whether you have learned it profoundly or not.”

The study of all dharma?
To be continued...