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In the following week, Felor became even more crowded and prosperous. Countless nobles poured into the city, allowing the commoners and merchants who lived in and around Felor to see a business opportunity.

All kinds of specialties and food were sold on the streets, and jugglers and performers filled the entire city.

The nobles weren't short of money, and a simple tip from them would be enough for the commoners to live a good life.

There were also soldiers like Locke who were about to be enfeoffed as nobles. These people were even more generous. People who came from the army rarely haggled. As long as the price was reasonable, they would not hesitate to take out their thalers to buy what they wanted.

Glace and the others also came to Felor. Because they weren't Faustians, it took a lot of effort to get into the city. Locke had to go out and pick them up.

Ever since they came to Felor, they stayed in the hotel that Locke had arranged for them almost every day. Only Kristin would go out with Locke from time to time.

In the second week, Angelina came knocking on his door.

Locke was brought to a property under Angelina's name by a team of shadow guards.

It was a rather old villa with all kinds of retro furniture. When Locke arrived, the only thing he was amazed by was the size of the house. The entire courtyard was almost as big as the medium-sized hotel that they were staying in.

"If you want, I can transfer the property to your name," said Angelina as she walked down the stairs in a white dress.

"I can let my parents live here," said Locke as he stroked his chin.

"Sure!" Angelina hadn't met Locke's parents yet. It was said that an ugly daughter-in-law would eventually meet her parents-in-law. Not only was Angelina not ugly, but she was also from a noble family. However, she still didn't dare to meet Locke Senior and Tia at this stage.

"Why did you call me here?" Locke stepped forward and put his arm around Angelina's waist. He didn't believe that Angelina had called him here to look at the house.

"We're leaving in a month, so I've arranged a job for you," said Angelina with a smile.

It wasn't easy for Locke and Angelina to go abroad together. Instead, Angelina needed Locke to find a position in the diplomatic mission to Aomar. These days, going abroad, especially to Aomar, was a rare opportunity.

Many nobles wanted to send their children there. Putting aside the other benefits, just the experience and knowledge gained from going to Aomar was enough to last them a lifetime.

"What position?" asked Locke.

"Princess!" Angelina smiled slyly.

He had to go to school. This was the most straightforward answer Angelina could give.

Of course, there was no role for him to study with the princess. Locke was the vice-captain of the escort team, and the captain was a high-rank Knecht.

Perhaps the king also remembered that Locke was just a nobody. After all, he had saved his daughter before. Locke was only the vice-captain of the envoy group. It was just a nominal position, so the king agreed.

As for why he wanted to go to school, it was Angelina's insistence.

"You should at least know how to write some simple words and learn the common language of Aomar, right?" asked Angelina.

Two days later, he entered a school in the Faustian royal capital with a strange backpack on his back. He took out Angelina's letter of introduction and the guard sent someone to bring him to the classroom.

On a three-storey building in the centre of the campus, a balding old man with messy white hair watched him enter the school and muttered, "You really know how to cause me trouble."

"Oh, Grandpa Crimea!" Angelina was also there, hugging the old man's hand and shaking it like a spoiled child.

"Okay, okay, okay. You're going to break my old waist," said the old man with a smile.

The old man was Angelina's mentor and the only peak-level Lehrling in Faustian. He was also the vice-principal of the school.

Locke followed the guard to a classroom and knocked on the door gently. The door opened and a middle-aged, scholarly teacher appeared.

"Hello, this is my letter of introduction," said Locke respectfully. Locke said respectfully. The scholar didn't show any signs of impetus cultivation and looked weaker than the weakest soldier in the camp, but Locke was still suppressed by his aura. It was the aura of a scholar.

The middle-aged teacher opened Locke's letter of introduction impatiently. He was just telling the students about the development of Faustian and was interrupted when he was in high spirits, so his mood was obvious.

However, his bad mood soon dissipated when he saw the contents of the letter. The introducer was Princess Angelina and the stamp was the signature of the vice-principal, Crimea. If Mobison had learned magic before, he would notice the dancing fire element under the signature.

The gloomy mood turned sunny and Mobison invited Locke into the classroom with a flattering smile.

Locke walked into the classroom with his backpack on his back. There were more than twenty students in the classroom, men and women of different ages.

The students in the classroom looked at Locke curiously. They had never seen Mobison show such an expression before.

"Is he the illegitimate son of the margrave?"

"Who knows!"

"The Earl of Marbury looks just like him."

"..."

The students in the classroom discussed until Mobison slammed the desk and the classroom fell silent again.

Locke had been living a regular life for the past few days. Every day, he would hang around the hotel and school. He had to learn "300 Words Commonly Used in Faustian" and "Common Language of Aomar". Just these two books were enough to give Locke a headache.

Especially the first book, "300 Words Commonly Used in Faustian". There were only three hundred words, so how did he make it into such a thick book? Locke looked at the dictionary that was bigger than his head and fell into deep thought.

It was useless to just think about it. Locke took the quill that cost him two silver thalers and practiced writing his family's names in a very irregular posture.

"Pa!" The quill broke and Locke switched to another one, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. There was a stack of quills next to it, all of which he had prepared beforehand.

Perhaps it was because he was distressed to waste a quill that cost two silver thalers each, but he quickly adjusted his writing posture. Of course, this was also thanks to Mobison's attentive care.

Locke was also surprised to find that Mobison was actually a lord. Although he didn't quite understand why a noble would come here to be a teacher, he finally came to a conclusion that affected Locke for a long time.

It turned out that not only could strength change one's fate, but so could knowledge.

Locke didn't make much progress in "Common Language of Aomar" after learning it for a week. Maybe he just didn't have a talent for languages. After staying with Glace and the others for so long, he only knew one or two Shalorian dialects.

Until one night, he stayed over at Grace and Suzie's place.

"What?! You know Aomar? "Locke asked excitedly, despite the fact that a certain part of his body was still in Glace's body.

"I've been speaking it since I was very young." Glace stroked her hair, overwhelmed by Locke's sudden excitement. "It's a compulsory subject for nobles."

He didn't believe it. Sverre and Bart were nobles too, so he didn't believe that they could speak Aomarian. Not many of his classmates in school knew Aomarian either.

"Teach me!" Locke licked Glace's ear, his hot breath blowing on her wet ear.

Glace trembled and hugged Locke tightly, her nails leaving fine scratches on Locke's shoulder. After a while, Glace lay on the bed, panting heavily.

Locke looked at her and smiled. He didn't care whether he was wearing his clothes or not and rushed to another room to look for Suzie.

Xia Yi's scream slowly turned into a murmur and finally, she was panting.

With Glace's guidance, Locke was able to digest Aomar's common language very quickly. There was only a week left before the king's enfeoffment of the nobles, but he'd already mastered most of the basic greetings and daily expressions.

"How's it going?" Angelina came to visit him from time to time. She seemed to have spent more time in the school than in the palace.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Locke took out his quill and wrote down a string of names on a small piece of paper. "Angelina Faustin." This is for you! "

Angelina carefully took the piece of paper and solemnly kept it in her pocket.

"I can write you a few more if you want!" Locke chuckled.

"You're so naughty!" Angelina rolled her eyes at him. "Find some time to buy a formal suit. You can't be wearing armour to be knighted, right?"

"Don't worry, I've already prepared it!" Some time ago, he brought Glace and the others around Felor and bought a lot of things, including a variety of clothes for Locke.

Countess Glace really had a good eye for things.

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