Chapter 7 Bronze Age Writing
"Duro, I really have been lying in bed for more than a month. I hit my head before, and now there is a scar on my head." Pointing at the back of her head, Shalan smiled and said nothing more.
Duro is the third and youngest son of Viscount Qiudi-Rudolf, the deputy mayor of Cynthia. He has been loved by Viscount Rudolf since he was a child. In addition, Viscount Rudolf and Count Werman have the same political views and belong to the same party. The relationship between the two families has always been very good. This also makes it possible for Sharan and Duro, the two second-generation nobles, to have a good relationship since they were young.
Du Luo looked at the scar on the back of Shalan's head with some surprise, and said in disbelief: "You have been injured for more than a month, how did this happen?"
"I accidentally fell down the stairs. I'm lucky I didn't die."
"You really are... I heard from my mother that if you encounter a disaster and survive, it is best to go to the temple to pray, so that you can thank the gods for their protection."
Listening to Du Luo's words, Sha Lan raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "When did you start to believe in those gods? I have no idea. Could it be that it started in the past month or so?"
Scratching his head awkwardly, Du Luo laughed and said, "No, it's just... I am only the third son after all, and the family title has nothing to do with me. My family is not like yours that runs a business in addition to the title. My family only has a few industries.
Although my father's title is not low, and his official position has reached the level of deputy mayor, those are my eldest brother's, not mine, so recently my mother wants to introduce me to the temple. She has some connections there, and she can find a position for me there after I graduate from high school."
Frowning slightly, Shalan said to Du Luo: "Duro, didn't you want to go to college to study business? Are you going to give up ?"
"I don't want to either, but my eldest brother inherited the title and entered the officialdom, my second brother studied business and took charge of several family businesses, and my parents planned for me to enter the temple. These are inevitable things and there is no way to change them. There is no way. I... I have no choice."
Looking at Du Luo's helpless and confused look, Sha Lan sighed. Although Du Luo seemed to be living a good life and his parents loved him very much, in fact, in the face of family interests, Du Luo could not make any exceptions. He could only accept his parents' arrangements, even if his parents' arrangements were completely different from his ideas, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and accept them.
Everyone has their own choices, even if they are forced, it is their own choice. Therefore, Shallan does not intend to interfere in Duro's life choices. Unless he begs him to help him, Shallan will not do such a thankless task. After all, the Rudolph family and his Werman family are old friends. Unless Shallan wants to destroy the relationship between the two families, he cannot interfere in the affairs of the Rudolph family.
The two chatted for a while, and the teacher of the first class finally walked into the classroom.
The first class was history. In this world, history was a subject on par with mathematics and natural sciences. Literature, on the other hand, was slightly lower than these three subjects. This was different from Shalan's previous life.
"Okay everyone, class is starting now. I hope you will keep quiet and listen to my class carefully, otherwise you will probably die miserably in the final exam."
As soon as these words were spoken, the students in the classroom wailed. The history teacher was named Ailan, a young teacher who had just arrived at the First Senior High School in Cynthia City this year. She was only 25 years old, but she was equally famous for her teaching ability and temper. She had many ways to tame students, which really made the students who originally thought she was easy to bully suffer a lot. Even the various second-generations in the class did not dare to provoke her.
For Shalan now, this was his first real lesson, so he studied very hard and even started taking notes under Douluo's horrified gaze.
Halfway through the course, Professor Ailan's course became more and more in-depth. At this time, Ailan inserted an extra knowledge point into a period of Bronze Age history. It was about a small country that was short-lived in the history of the Bronze Age. According to Ailan's story, the predecessor of that small country was a country established by many tribes living in the wilderness. The history of that country itself was very short, but in fact the people of this country, or their nation, had a long history of existence, and it was said that they had a relationship of inheritance and being inherited with a certain nation in the Silver Age.
While narrating this extended history, Ailan wrote a word on the blackboard using the language of that small Bronze Age country.
"This word is written in the language used by that small country at that time, and it means the country blessed by ancestors. As I said just now, the predecessor of this small country was formed by the gathering of many tribes, and these tribes actually still retained the sacrifice and worship of their ancestors. So when they established the country, they named their country the country blessed by ancestors, hoping to rely on the blessing of their ancestors to make the country strong.
It's just a pity that in the end, things didn't go as planned. Their country was destroyed by foreign invaders, and the people were displaced and scattered across the continent at that time. A culture with a long history was buried in the dust of history along with the war. It's really a pity. "
After telling this history, Ailan continued to talk about the next lesson, but Shalan no longer had the desire to continue listening. He just looked at the words on the blackboard that were composed of the characters of a small country in the Bronze Age, because Shalan recognized the unknown characters written on the small piece of paper that he found in the petals of the velvet snowflake before. Some of the words were exactly the same as those on the blackboard. Shalan could basically conclude that the characters were the same!
"So the words on that little piece of paper came from here. Now I can finally figure out what the words on that little piece of paper mean."
Just as Shalan was thinking about these questions, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Ailan finished her class and left the classroom with the lesson plan.
When Shalan saw Ailan leaving, he quickly got up and chased after her, which really surprised Duro, who wanted to go to the bathroom with him. Especially when he looked through the window on the classroom wall and saw Shalan catching up with Ailan in the corridor, his surprise reached a new level.
