Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 99: Excited Soldiers

 

Early the next morning.

 

Instructor Arnold, having received the "manual," shared the good news with the soldiers.

 

"Everyone is in luck. Thanks to everyone's bravery in battle, the lord has prepared a great gift for you all!"

 

"To make sure you all become stronger, so that in future battles, you can survive and make even greater contributions."

 

"All professionals can register here for special training!"

 

"I can't say much about what exactly the training entails, but rest assured, it's an excellent opportunity!"

 

Arnold said this with a rare departure from his usual sternness, using a mysterious expression to "secretly" inform everyone.

 

What could it be?

 

Why was it only for professionals?

 

Everyone's curiosity was piqued like a cat's itch, filling them with unbearable anticipation and intense curiosity.

 

During a break in training, a significant number of professional soldiers slipped into Arnold's resting quarters.

 

The other soldiers looked on eagerly, also wanting to find out more.

 

But due to their lack of strength and fear of Arnold's usual toughness, they could only stay outside quietly.

 

What made everyone even more anxious was that shortly after, the resting quarters erupted with exclamations of surprise, followed by silence, making every soldier even more curious.

 

About half an hour later, the professional soldiers emerged, their faces filled with excitement, howling as they resumed their training.

 

The other soldiers were full of doubt, unable to make sense of it all.

 

"What's so secretive about it? Is there something special?"

 

Jifan, while sharpening his sword, curiously asked Leon. On the surface, he was inquiring, but in truth, he wanted to improve his relationship with Leon.

 

He had seen Leon take down three troll soldiers on his own yesterday, holding the right flank.

 

A young, talented man like this couldn't be overlooked!

 

Leon shook his head slightly, not answering directly but smacking his lips with some concern:

 

"The training costs 10 gold coins, and all the volunteers paid…"

 

"For professionals, such specialized training is essential…"

 

Jifan's heart skipped a beat as he caught Leon's implied meaning.

 

He blinked thoughtfully, refraining from asking further and instead focused on training his body harder.

 

First, become a professional, then think about other things!

 

Many soldiers shared his thoughts, and soon a wave of training fervor swept through the camp.

 

What interested Arnold the most was that the lord did not reject the barbarian soldiers joining the training.

 

In fact, he even subtly hinted at greater expectations for them.

 

Arnold, understanding the lord's intent, began to ponder how to teach the somewhat stubborn barbarian soldiers.

 

Carrying several large sacks of wheat flour, Beelzebub nervously entered the door. He had been drinking with his comrades yesterday and only returned this morning.

 

In the past, he would have returned even later, possibly drinking his entire reward away.

 

But now, for some reason, there was a faint unease as he walked home.

 

The wooden door creaked open, and Beelzebub suddenly remembered Old John's words:

 

"It won't be long before the lord starts building stone houses in batches, with the first going to those with the highest contribution…"

 

Back then, Beelzebub didn't think much of it, but now he wondered: "Will the lord really give us one?"

 

Seeing Beelzebub return, several middle-aged women approached, taking the sacks of wheat flour off his hands, saying softly in his ear: "You've worked hard."

 

Tanna, sitting on one side of the living room, glanced at him before lowering her head again, focusing on a book made of customized parchment.

 

A well-behaved little girl was carefully teaching her how to read, with a small smile of joy on her face that soon turned a little sorrowful.

 

Beelzebub opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, as several middle-aged women pushed him into the washroom where hot water had already been prepared.

 

When Beelzebub came out, the little girl with braids gave him a sweet smile:

 

"Papa, I'm going to school now."

 

Before Beelzebub could respond, the little girl happily ran out the door, calling out to her playmates in a cheerful tone.

 

Although her common tongue still had an accent, she could communicate normally.

 

Beelzebub clearly felt something was off. Tanna glanced at him, waved him over, and handed him a small book:

 

"In the future, you need to study properly too. Just speaking isn't enough; you need to know how to read and write!"

 

Beelzebub scratched his head as he took the small book, staring blankly at the words inside and asking instinctively:

 

"Why?"

 

Tanna sighed, picked up a work journal, and after hesitating for a while, said:

 

"We are part of the territory now. Someone has to record our history, right?"

 

"Besides, we've been unchanged for thousands of years, which is why we lost to that empire…"

 

"We only had language, no written words, no history, and we kept forgetting what had happened before…"

 

"Now, we must work hard to make life better for the people around us…"

 

Before she finished speaking, Tanna had already left, escorted by two middle-aged women.

 

She had to go to work at the farm, preparing for the breeding of horses today.

 

Beelzebub smacked his lips as memories of the past 30 years surfaced, filled with endless killing.

 

Any occasional good memories had always been shattered by his own people.

 

Yet, in this short half-month, looking back, it had been filled with sweetness and happiness.

 

Beelzebub reflected on this for a long time. Although it was difficult, he began to read bit by bit…

 

"Why are there so many words in the common tongue?"

 

"Because for every new thing, the common tongue creates a new word…"

 

"Huh? Won't there be thousands of new words over time?"

 

"That's right, it will continue growing, and the more advanced it becomes, the more it grows…"

 

"Isn't there a language and writing system that doesn't change so much?"

 

Matthew was momentarily taken aback by Yaya's troubled expression. He gently patted her head, feeling the delicate, smooth texture of her dragon scales, and nodded with a smile:

 

"There is, and it's easy to learn!"

 

"Papa? Teach me!"

 

Yaya excitedly tossed aside the thick common tongue manual with her little claws, her black-and-white eyes full of anticipation.

 

A flash of insight crossed Matthew's mind as he lifted his head, pondering the connection between Draconic, Elvish, and Arcane languages. With a slight smile, he said:

 

"No rush, we'll talk about it later."

 

Yaya nodded curiously, soon feeling sleepy again, and quickly fell into a deep slumber.

 

Matthew unfurled a map, carefully studying the Troll Valley, and as he took out his notes, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes:

 

"So that's it, there's something good here…"