ah!

The man let out a scream, made a sudden sigh, and then breathed the air that was not fresh in a hurry and greedy manner. Then a cold sound rang in his ears,

"Are you awake? When you wake up, get up and go to register there quickly. Don't sit here stupidly."

The man looked in the voice and was immediately amazed, because the impeccable noble lady who was speaking was talking, from the small silver horns on her forehead and the traces of scales on her cheeks, she could roughly guess her identity.

A warlock with dragon blood? Only humans with inhuman monster blood flowing in their bodies will have such a perfect face that is not as much as those noble ladies and ladies spend a lot of gold coins to maintain.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you get up quickly? Do you have a brain problem? I don't have time to take care of an idiot?" But before the man could think about it more, the impatient scolding sounded again.

"oh oh."

The man responded and quickly stood up from the stone platform where he was lying. At this time, his attention was shifted from the silver-haired girl in front of him to the surrounding environment.

Then he fell into stagnation again because he was now in a building similar to a warehouse, where there were neatly arranged stone platforms, some of which were empty, while others were lying on it. There were many people who had just woken up like him.

And between the gaps between these stone platforms, there was a dragon-like existence similar to that noble lady, holding crystal pots, pouring the liquid in it towards those who were sleeping.

And after being fed the unknown liquid, those people opened their eyes and sat up from the stone platform with confusion and anxiety, just like he had just done.

"Where is this? How could I appear here? Who are these?" Seeing such a scene, the man was full of doubts, and three doubts emerged in his mind.

"Why are you still standing there stupidly? You still haven't been queuing up to register?" Before the man could think about these questions, the lady who looked beautiful and noble not far away next to him once again scolded him impatiently, with a bad temper, which was completely inconsistent with her appearance.

“Line, register?”

The man looked at the door of the warehouse, and then he found that in this wide building, all the strange potions were fed, and then the awakened people lined up in two lines. At the front of the line, there were two tables, and behind the table, there were two people who seemed to be human beings, writing on paper and recording something.

Because it was a completely unfamiliar environment, the silver-haired lady had a look of being strangers on her face. The man did not come up to make things boring, but walked obediently to the back of a team and lined up obediently.

"Name? Race? Gender? Age? Career? What are you good at? What are your interests and hobbies?"

As the team gradually moved forward, the man heard the two humans sitting behind the table asking what they were asking. He probably understood that this was collecting their personal basic information.

However, what are you doing when asking about gender? Can't this kind of thing be seen at a glance?

Originally, the man thought so, but in a team next to him, a poor-looking girl with a delicate figure and a gentle voice saying that she was a man, he understood that it turned out to be that way.

"Fuck, this guy is really a man? How could there be a man who looks so much like a lady?"

The man who once lived in a viscount's rank with a population of 200,000 was somewhat suspicious of his life. He asked himself that he was well-read and knowledgeable, but he didn't expect that there would be such humans.

Have a lot of experience! Eye-opening!

"Name?" At this time, it was the man's turn to register. After the person in charge of the question glanced at the man's mediocre face, he asked a mechanical question.

"Franz Chrysler." The man hesitated for a moment, but chose to answer truthfully.

"Race?"

"Human race."

"gender?"

"male."

"age?"

"33 years old."

"Profession?"

"scholar."

"Huh?" At this moment, both the person who asked and the person who was responsible for recording were attracted, and even the two people on the other table betted their eyes.

"Is there any problem?" The man suddenly became nervous after being treated with such a scrutiny.

"No, no problem, this is great." The person in charge of the questioning showed a happy smile on his face.

“What are the knowledge you have?”

"Language, writing, aristocratic etiquette." The man answered cautiously, which is what most scholars would master.

"Have you ever had teaching experience? For example, being a tutor or something?"

"Yes, I used to be a private tutor for a noble knight." Franz Chrysler said his most proud resume, but he frowned when he saw the person who asked him.

"Is it just a private tutor? Have you ever taught multiple people"?"

“Yes, I used to…”

"How many people are there?" The person who asked waved his hand, not interested in listening to what "big people" he had taught.

"Thirteen people."

"The maximum number of people you teach is only thirteen?" The person who asked showed an unsatisfied expression on his face.

"Is it less?" Franz asked subconsciously. Scholars are usually hired by merchants and nobles to teach their children one-on-one or one-on-two private classes.

The ability to teach double-digit students is because he was hired by the local church to teach a group of children who will become pastors in the future.

"Not bad, can you teach children with more than fifty people at the same time?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried it." Franz replied nervously after hearing such a question. Because he felt that this answer would affect his future destiny.

"What should I do if I have no experience?" The inquirer turned his attention to the recorder.

"What else can I do? Let him try it. The Lord has already given orders, but there are far from enough people who can teach. If you can go, go there."

"That's true."

Listening to the conversation between the two in a little confused, Franz understood that his whereabouts had been decided. Although he didn't even matter where he was, it was obvious that his opinions were not important.

However, Franz is no longer as panicked as he just woke up. Although he doesn't understand most of the situation, through some keywords, he can be sure that his future should not be bad. After all, he is just arranging him to teach, and it's just a job, and it's no big deal.

But, three days later

Franz, who had a dull look, dragged his tired body back to his office, collapsed without any image on the chair that was uncomfortable and even a little nuisance.

However, Franz didn't want to move at this time. How could a mere physical discomfort be comparable to the trauma he suffered in his mind?

He couldn't figure out what crime he had committed? He actually asked him to teach a group of ignorant and active monkeys, which was simply torture.

He wanted to escape this kind of work comparable to criminal law, but he knew it was impossible because he had figured out how he had been here in the past few days.

These damn slave merchants who should have been sent to the gallows kidnapped him, transported him as slaves to the Sea of ​​Freedom, and then the goddess of luck sheltered him.

The merchant ship who transported him encountered the golden dragon who punished the evil in the Sea of ​​Freedom, the great and kind Lord Diapolo, and then he was taken to this deserted area, the Tyrel Peninsula.

According to common sense, after being rescued by Jinlong, he only needs to be grateful and praise him hard before he can go home directly. But there is a huge gap between reality and legend.

First of all, if he wants to go home, he must cross the sea of ​​freedom and then take a long journey to reach the mainland where he is located. Such a long journey of return is simply impossible for him.

As for the golden dragon who requested to save him, don't be stupid. Even children know that even if they invite the kindest dragon to do things, they still need to be rewarded accordingly. This is not the price that ordinary scholars can pay.

Then, he was sold as a slave and transported to the Sea of ​​Freedom, the despicable slave merchants poured him secret medicine. The kind Lord paid a considerable price to awaken him, and these costs naturally could not be borne by the Lord.

Therefore, the money for purchasing the antidote naturally fell on himself, but as a slave, he had nothing valuable to him, except himself.

So he had to pay the corresponding price to repay the debt. In other words, he not only had no hope of returning home, but also owed a dragon money, so there was no need to think about going home for the time being.

The only thing he hated about the current bad situation was the slave merchants. As for the Golden Dragon Lord who saved him, he had no complaints, but instead praised him very much because the other party was so kind.

"Great Lord Diapollo, you are so kind that you cannot bear to see your lords continue to keep their ignorance in ignorance, but you should also look at us poor scholars, who bow our heads."

Franz lamented in his office that he dared to swear that these three days of teaching have been the most tiring life he has lived in such a long time, and this is just the beginning.

For a long time to come, he will continue to maintain such a teaching life comparable to punishment.

"No, I can't continue like this anymore." Franz jumped from his chair and walked around the not-so-short single office.

"I want to apply. Even if I can't help me, I can't continue to teach seventy-nine students. How can so many students like monkeys teach well?"
Chapter completed!