MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 771 veteran

In a blink of an eye.

　　

　　 Jupiter is nine years old.

　　

　　 Since he was seven years old, he has to follow his father Herak for arduous training every day, whether it is cold or hot.

　　

　　 Although Herak saw the decrease in soldiers' income, he vaguely had a bad foreboding, but this did not prevent him from passing on his combat experience and knowledge to Jupiter.

　　

　　 After all, this world is still very barbaric, and only the strong can survive.

　　

　　 In the entire city and in the kingdom, patriarchy is supreme and power is respected, which fully illustrates this point.

　　

　　 However, Herak is a smart man after all.

　　

　　 He prepared a generous gift and invited a scholar as a teacher for little Jupiter, Mr. Turing who lives next door to his house.

　　

　　 "Teacher!"

　　

　　 Before dawn, Jupiter got up, went to the next door, and waited in front of the door of Thulhu.

　　

　　 I don’t know how long it has been, the door creaked open, and Martha’s face emerged: "Poor little guy..."

　　

　　 She hurriedly took Jupiter in and brought him a glass of goat's milk.

　　

　　 At this time, Thulhu has also got up, eating breakfast leisurely.

　　

　　 "Teacher!"

　　

　　 Jupiter came to Thulhu respectfully.

　　

　　 "Well... the lingua franca of the Hormon Kingdom, you have learned almost, next... we learn the northern orc language, which can be seen as a variant of the Hormon lingua, there are many similarities..."

　　

　　 Thulhu leisurely said.

　　

　　 Jupiter's little face is full of bitterness.

　　

　　 Learning lingua franca has already made him very strenuous, and Orc language challenges his throat pronunciation.

　　

　　 "Teacher... why should I learn so many languages?"

　　

　　If it were his father, he would never dare to ask, otherwise the cane would be knocked down after a meal.

　　

　　 But Teacher Turing was very kind, and if he didn't hit him even once, Jupiter became more courageous.

　　

　　 "Haha..."

　　

Thulhu smiled and rubbed Jupiter's head: "Learning one more language is always useful...If one day, you go to battle against the orcs, if you can't beat them, you can beg for mercy anyway. !"

　　

　　 "I am a brave warrior, I will not do shameful things!"

　　

　　 Jupiter rolled his eyes: "There are orcs...Aren't they far, far away?"

　　

　　 "Perhaps... Once they were very far away, but even the heroes of the previous generations would not think of the population multiplication, the expansion of the land, and the changes in the situation hundreds of years later... let alone thousands of years."

　　

　　 Thulhu smiled.

　　

　　 Seeing the ignorant Jupiter, he said: "In fact...the language contains real power! For example, the Zerg’s'Warmon', it is a mysterious language..."

　　

　　 "Teacher, can you teach me'Warmon'?" Jupiter's eyes lit up.

　　

　　 "I haven't learned how to walk, what to learn to run? After listening to the class today, continue to read!"

　　

　　 Thulhu points to his study.

　　

　　 "Oh!" Jupiter's little head shrugged immediately.

　　

　　 He felt that although this teacher was clever, but too lazy, he only taught him the most basic grammar and language every time, and he had to read the book by himself for the rest.

　　

　　 However, Mr. Turing is already the smartest person in the entire city-state, and he also owns a papermaking workshop that makes a lot of money.

　　

　　 Jupiter sucked his fingers and stared at Thulhu eagerly: "Teacher...I don't want to..."

　　

　　 "Ahem... Since you looked at me so sincerely."

　　

　　 Thulhu coughed: "Let’s take the exam later!"

　　

"what?!"

　　

　　 Jupiter looked scared.

　　

　　 "Haha...If you can satisfy me, I will teach you how to become a superstring warrior!" Thulhu smiled authentically.

　　

　　 "Become... a superstring warrior?"

　　

　　 Jupiter's eyes lit up: "Become a hero? Isn't that a way that only the guardian knights know?"

　　

　　 "Reading a lot of books is always good, I know." Thulhu pointed to his nose: "So... do you want to be a'hero'?"

　　

"Ok!"

　　

　　 Jupiter nodded vigorously.

　　

　　……

　　

　　 In the afternoon, when Jupiter returned home, he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.

　　

　　 Father Herak was sitting on the wooden table with his right hand on his forehead, while mother Spun was beside him to comfort him.

　　

　　 Even the two older sisters who married the butcher and the livestock merchant returned home.

　　

"What happened?"

　　

　　 He whispered to himself, but didn't dare to ask more.

　　

　　 "Bring the wine..."

　　

　　 Herak put down his palms, and said in a low voice: "I am a city-state veteran, they actually laid off me? I am good at all kinds of fighting and killing skills...the **** city officials..."

　　

　　 "But...there is no war..."

　　

　　 Spun said softly.

　　

　　 "Women get out!" Herak cursed, raising his hip flask and swigging.

　　

　　 Spann can only hold and cry with his two daughters.

　　

　　 This scene left a deep impression on Jupiter.

　　

　　 Although he still doesn't understand what is unemployment, but he already has a vague feeling.

　　

　　 My family seems to be going through a new round of changes.

　　

　　……

　　

"A developing city requires soldiers to maintain law and order, prevent danger in the wild, and be always ready to fight... But when the city is reclaimed, the surrounding land becomes mature, and there is no war, only a certain number of soldiers will be retained. The abolition of veterans is nothing more than normal..."

　　

　　 Thulhu looked at this scene thoughtfully.

　　

　　Herac is a professional soldier, with a fixed salary from the city-state every twenty sun days.

　　

　　Of course, this is not the real big income of professional soldiers. The way they make money and make a fortune, the seizures in wars, and the spoils they get.

　　

　　 If there are slaves, it is even more profitable.

　　

　　 But there are not many opportunities for Herak to make a fortune, let alone any savings. Once unemployed, it will be terrifying.

　　

　　 He is middle-aged after all, and he has lost his youthful vitality.

　　

　　 Jupiter looked at this scene with the same sadness in his heart. Even after passing the exam, the teacher was willing to teach him the heroic way.

　　

　　At this time, Thulhu walked in: "Herak, my friend!"

　　

　　 "Turing, I'm so sorry..."

　　

　　 Spann greeted him~www.novelbuddy.com~ with apologetic expressions.

　　

　　 "No... I just happen to have something."

　　

Thulhu came to the long table and sat down and said: "When my paper is sold in other cities, I will always encounter various troubles on the road. I want to hire an **** for the team. , Herak, are you interested?"

　　

"what?"

　　

　　 Herak immediately came to the spirit.

　　

　　 He was just borrowing wine to seduce his sorrows. The wines of this era don't have many degrees at all, let alone drunk.

　　

　　 "Yes... I am going to hire some veterans as mercenaries."

　　

　　Thulhu inspired: "You lose your job, it is not worthless, at least you can become adventurers, that is, people who undertake various tasks, solve various problems for the citizens, and get paid!"

　　

　　 Herak's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Turing...my friend, you are indeed a wise man, thank you for your suggestion!"