Chapter 559 Are they all literate?
"No, it's just a common mistake. Thank you for your help." Hunter took the parchment with a smile.
"You're welcome. Remember to continue studying calculus tonight. This part is not mentioned in the scriptures."
"OK."
Hunter handed over the parchment, took out a pen, corrected the wrong word, and pushed it into the sweaty Alvarez's hands.
"Do you know each other?"
"Not very familiar with each other. I occasionally participate in the expeditionary force's study sessions and teach some calculus knowledge. Maybe we have met before."
"Then, why did he become a soldier?" Alvarez couldn't help asking, "With this knowledge, wouldn't being a tutor be much better than being a soldier?"
Looking at Hunter's half-smile on the opposite side, Alvarez suddenly had a guess in his mind that shocked even himself.
He turned his head and looked at the expeditionary forces on both sides of the carriage.
Most of these soldiers applied to be withdrawn to Blood Harbor and had no mission to perform. At the moment, several of them were gathered together chatting, while some were leaning on their chairs and dozing off, or reading with their heads down.
Reading?!
Alvarez then noticed that almost all the soldiers were carrying books. They were not used as decorations or as holy texts to be thrown at people in the Temple of Silence, but were books that had obvious signs of being flipped through and were indeed being used.
Are these soldiers literate?
How many soldiers are there? Alvarez leaned out of the train and looked at the cars behind him. He couldn't count them all.
If these carriages were filled with soldiers, and the soldiers were literate
Alvarez pondered for a long time with his poor arithmetic skills and came to a conclusion that shocked him:
There are probably more literate people on this train than in the entire North.
Literacy was a luxury for common people, and if his dukedom wanted to hire a scribe, the better way would be to look for one among the impoverished nobles.
As a result, there may not be many literate people in the entire town, and some knights who made their fortunes through military merit are even semi-illiterate.
Alvarez felt as if he was immersed in ice water. He trembled as he confirmed the conclusion he had reached in his heart.
It was not just the literate people who chose to be soldiers, but the entire expeditionary force was literate.
Alvarez didn't know how many people there were in the expeditionary force, but he knew there were definitely more than the ones on the bus.
Thinking further, would Castel send all the literate people as an expeditionary force? There must be more literate people there.
Literacy Alvarez could not think of the use of literacy at the moment, but he knew that popularizing literacy would consume huge resources, resources that he could not even obtain even if he sold his property.
Hunter couldn't help but smile as he watched Alvarez's fat wrinkles. He decided to add fuel to the fire:
"Uncle, I will be giving a lecture on calculus tonight. There are definitely no more than five people in the North who can talk to me about this topic, but there are at least ten people in this carriage who can talk to me about calculus in the expeditionary force."
Alvarez looked at Hunter with disbelief and even a hint of pleading in his eyes - he hoped that all this was just a bad joke and that the young man was making fun of him.
Unfortunately, Hunter spread his hands and said, "I didn't lie to you. Do you believe now that I can't beat the owner of the fried chicken shop?"
Alvarez looked at the soldiers around him, then looked down at his fat body, hesitated for a moment, and came over to ask in a low voice: "How much money can you make in a day running a fried chicken shop in Castel?"
Hunter was stunned: "Why are you asking this?"
"You were sentenced to many years of hard labor by the Tribunal. What if I am also sentenced to a long time? I am not good at studying. I am worried that I will starve to death in Castel in the future. But I am quite good at frying chicken."
It seems that I really scared him. Hunter didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Don't worry, it's not difficult to survive in Castel. Although I don't have any talent, they still allow me to participate in research. There is almost no shortage of anything there. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will not starve to death."
After that, he paused, lowered his voice and asked, "Are you really good at making fried chicken?"
“Very good at it!”
Hunter looked at Alvarez's triple chin and found it quite convincing.
"Then I can introduce you to the fried chicken shop owner. Although he is good at calculus, he is not very good at making fried chicken. Moreover, one of his subordinates ran away recently, so he is short of people."
"It's a deal, Hunter boy, you can't just watch your uncle starve to death!"
"You won't starve to death in Castel." Hunter thought about what he had seen and heard on the island, "But you might die of exhaustion. It is said that there are a lot of overtime work there, and some people even work overtime after they die."
"Is this so terrible?" Alvarez's face was wrinkled and he looked miserable.
"But your crime is not serious. You surrendered without even fighting. Maybe you won't be sentenced to a long time. I was dug out on the battlefield. I mean, I was captured."
Alvarez nodded, and suddenly his eyes focused as he looked at Hunter's gorgeous aristocratic clothing opposite him.
"How come your treatment doesn't look like hard labor?"
"Of course. I decisively sold the family at that time. Archbishop Alexi asked me to leave a lot of things. To be honest, I am living a much better life now than before. At least I didn't have such good treatment when I was in the family."
Hunter raised his head proudly.
Alvaro narrowed his eyes slowly. Could he also do something similar to make amends for his crime?
He is quite good at this.
The various powers in the north quickly emerged in his mind.
The train spewed thick smoke and stretched a long line across the wasteland of the northern border.
It was already afternoon when they set out. The sun was gradually setting over the horizon and darkness enveloped the world.
In the darkness of night, the train arrived at the platform of Blood Harbor.
The expeditionary forces got off the car one by one, and the soldiers responsible for the safety and guarding of Alvarez and Hunter also led the two to the door.
Hunter was walking behind Alvarez and was about to reach the door, but suddenly he seemed to remember something, so he took a few quick steps and squeezed in front of him.
"What's wrong, Hunter?"
"It's okay, it's okay."
Alvarez looked at Hunter in some confusion. At this moment, he had already reached the car door and glanced outside.
Then he just stood there in a daze.
It was already completely dark, but what did he see before him?
Countless lights are right in front of us, as if the entire galaxy was pulled down and placed on the earth, but that light is far brighter than the brightest star. At first glance, the whole city is brightly lit, as if the night has never fallen.
Like the legendary city that never sleeps.
Alvarez stood at the door of the carriage in a daze.
(End of this chapter)
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