Chapter 57 Elementary School in an Otherworldly World
Carter and Nathan were infuriated, fearing they would not be able to resist killing these commoners if they listened any further.
"That fool Henry really embarrasses our nobility, actually getting close to those commoners and even paying them so much," Nathan said angrily.
In his thoughts, as well as in Carter's education and years of noble life, those commoners were meant to work and be exploited. Being able to work for the nobility was already the greatest reward for those commoners.
"Why bother with those commoners so much? It's beneath our status." Carter said coldly, though he was also infuriated to the point of near death that those commoners actually thought he was inferior to Henry, who had not been around for long.
"Indeed, nobles like Henry are the lowest of the low, being recognized by the commoners, losing their noble status; the nobles recognized by other nobles are the truly noble ones." Nathan sneered.
Nathan thought, 'Henry, you are not considered noble without my consent.'
There were quite a few nobles with the same mindset as Carter and Nathan, viewing commoners as livestock, lowly beings, while nobles were supported by the commoners on their lands, considering it their due.
In this era, it was so bizarre. If a noble were recognized and praised by other nobles as one who understood etiquette and lived a noble life, then they would quickly become famous, easily integrating into the noble circle.
Carter and Nathan arrived at a secluded place and happened to hear the sound of reading, but—what were the next two sentences?
The two looked at each other; before they could react, they heard a voice of frustration.
"I've been teaching you for four or five days, and you still can't read it right. Get out."
"Yes, Sir!"
Soon, a sniffling little boy came to the door, pouting and standing obediently, muttering, "Why does Henry have to make such difficult sentences to remember."
Carter and Nathan were even more puzzled. What did they hear? Was that really something Henry came up with? Wasn't that a skill only possessed by those scholars?
"Little boy, the sentence you just read, did the lord make it?" Carter asked with a forced smile.
The little boy said, "Who are you? Henry taught us kids not to talk to strangers, or else we could be kidnapped." The boy took two cautious steps back, looking at Carter with an expression that almost spelled out, 'You're a human trafficker.'
Carter's mouth twitched. What had Henry been teaching? He quickly took out a small pastry from his pocket, made of flour and fruit juice, tempting, "If you tell me, this pastry is yours."
To Carter's surprise, the little boy didn't take the pastry but instead took a step back, his eyes slowly turning red. In the bewildered eyes of Carter and the others, the little boy suddenly burst into tears.
"The kidnappers Henry talked about are here." The little boy cried out loudly.
"What? Kidnappers? Us?" Carter and Nathan were dumbfounded.
"Kidnappers? Where?" An anxious shout came from the house.
Carter and Nathan quickly ran away to avoid exposure, or else the little boy would have been beaten by the two.
As the boy watched the retreating figures, his tears suddenly stopped, and he wiped his nose on his sleeve, feeling pleased, "Just like Henry taught, kidnappers pretend to be nice, then offer pastries, then they drug and kidnap children."
He said, "These people don't look good." The boy thought to himself, 'I wonder if Henry will come to teach us today. I really want to hear the stories of Arthurian Legends.'
Kyle asked, "Victor, what are you doing? Where are the kidnappers?"
The boy named Victor heard Kyle's voice behind him, his father, whose father was Vincent.
Victor said, "I scared off the kidnappers." Victor scratched his head, looking like he wanted his father's praise.
"Is that so?" Kyle narrowed his eyes, the ruler in his hand trembling, "What do the kidnappers look like?"
"They have red faces, long beards..." Victor rattled off.
"Where are they?" Victor hastily waved his hands, completely unaware of his father's darkening expression.
"They ran away," Victor replied.
"I won't dare; I'll study obediently..." Victor added.
Kyle was close to exploding with anger. His youngest son didn't like studying; he just wanted to play around.
As a teacher at the elementary school run by Henry, he had to be strict with his son.
Children under fifteen in the city all studied here. As Henry put it, now that everyone wasn't worried about food and drink, the children should study, and the school provided lunch.
That day, the elementary school was full, and Kyle became the first teacher of the school. At the same time, Henry was the principal of the elementary school, occasionally spending an hour or two at the school, brainwashing the students, telling stories, and such.
