Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Why did you invite me?" Mo Xie asked curiously, "As you can see, my grade last semester was E, which is a very bad result."

In the past, Moshe Mackintosh was seen by everyone as a strange, gloomy and aloof person.

Even though he had no power and no talent for learning, he would never use the word "bad" to describe himself, nor would he allow others to show contempt.

Martyr Clapham, who is also a direct descendant of the Marquis' family, had heard of this a long time ago.

I originally thought that they would not have any intersection, but I didn't expect that they would become a teacher and student relationship.

gloomy?

Aloof?

He was impressed by the boy's performance in class. His words and actions when talking to him were polite, and it would be more appropriate to describe him as "humble".

Martyri stared into the boy's light brown eyes and said seriously, "Because of your handwriting."

Oh? Could it be that Associate Professor Clapham noticed the change in me?

Moshe pretended to listen attentively and looked back at Martyri calmly, looking forward to what would happen next.

"Handwriting can reflect a person's personality traits and way of thinking." Mattiri stretched out his index finger and pointed at the words on the paper.

"The force of your strokes, the structure of your strokes, the size of your handwriting, the direction of your characters, the speed and layout of your writing...combining all of these, I can tell that you are a person with a calm personality, who is rigorous and pragmatic, and has a strong sense of responsibility and self-control."

Mo Xie suddenly smiled at the compliment, "So you also know about graphology."

"I know a little bit." Martieri remained humble.

"Personality traits are secondary. The most important thing is your understanding of the text."

Mo Xie glanced at the circular text on the paper and asked, "How do you understand the text?"

"Writing is a way and tool for humans to record and express information in symbols so as to pass it on for a long time." Mattiri wrote a string of Lorpe characters on the manuscript paper with a pen, which means "human civilization."

"Each word has its own unique meaning. Only by understanding the words and knowing their composition can you write them neatly and beautifully, just like you write in your roster and exercise book."

Mo Xie listened quietly, thinking that Associate Professor Clapham's observation skills were indeed very sharp. He was a Chinese at heart, so he naturally understood Chinese.

"Although the Lorpu script is smooth and elegant, in my opinion, Chinese is the most beautiful script in the world."

When talking about things that interested him, Mattili's tone rose slightly, and strong emotional fluctuations appeared in his usually calm eyes.

Mo Xie smiled and nodded, "I think so too."

Chinese has a long history. Its shape has gradually changed from graphics to strokes, pictograms to symbols, and complexity to simplicity, accumulating a profound cultural heritage.

It is words, but it is more than just words.

Its beauty lies in its form as well as its meaning.

People can appreciate the mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, romance, and beauty of China through Chinese.

"This is the last reason why I want to invite you to join the translation team." Mattiri returned to the point, "You seem to be very interested in the Chinese language." It's not utilitarian study, but pure interest and love.

Mo Xie was not in a hurry to make a decision. "So what does the translation team mainly do?"

Marty was well prepared. He took out two things from under the table and placed them towards Mo Xie.

"The translation team is also called the 'Translation Department'. It is a department authorized by the Language and Writing Association of the Kingdom of Rekton and established under the Linguistics Department of the Royal Academy."

The first thing was a glossy hard paper authorization letter with the red seal of "Rekton Kingdom Language and Writing Association" in the lower right corner very eye-catching.

"The medium-risk plane battle jointly launched by Renekton and Mauk has entered its final stage. In a few days, the Royal Knights will return with a large amount of spoils, including some alien books and materials."

Moshe knew about this incident. While at Fort McIntosh, Meimi would report current events to him every day.

A plane rift appeared at the border between the two countries' territories. After a seven-day meeting, representatives of the two countries signed effective terms and decided to jointly attack the plane.

The kingdom's second princess, Sigrdrifa, led the White Star Team to successfully capture the first strategic point. After that, the battlefield's advancement speed accelerated, the momentum of the joint army increased greatly, and the alien races were defeated.

"The Language and Writing Association already has a large amount of written materials. If we add the foreign books and materials brought from the plane, we will not be able to adjust the manpower. Therefore, the president of the association decided to cooperate with the Royal Academy and transfer most of the Chinese materials and some items with special languages ​​to the translation department for processing."

I see. As the leader of the new department, Associate Professor Clapham also has a great responsibility. Thinking of this, Mo Xie looked at another thing.

It is a document entitled "Division of Responsibilities and Remuneration of Language and Writing Translation Departments".

Marty's eyes never left Moshe. He pushed the document forward and put forward conditions that were extremely tempting for a student from the Royal Academy.

"Student Mo Xie, I cannot make too many promises to you given my status, but I can guarantee the basic treatment." His muscular fingers with bulging veins gently flicked the pages.

"You only need to spare one afternoon a week, and you can get an academic year scholarship, 10 activity points, a reward of 1 gold coin each time, and the right to pass a minor exam without examination." The fingertips moved with the words, and finally landed on the signature of "Martyry Clapham".

This is no longer "basic" treatment.

With such a great opportunity right in front of us, why not seize it?

"I agree to join the translation department." Moshe smiled and stretched out his left hand. "I am still a novice in translation. I will ask for your guidance in the future, Associate Professor Clapham."

Martyri, who was expected to give further guidance, was stunned for a moment, then he held Moshe's hand.

"Welcome to join us."

In the main hall, the young teachers who were eavesdropping with bated breath and concentrated their attention all showed shocked expressions.

Then they began to talk in barely audible voices.

"Moshe MacIntosh actually joined our department!"

"I've never seen Associate Professor Clapham take such an interest in a student!"

"Just go do your thing! They're coming out!"

As soon as the words fell, they stopped talking instantly.

Moshe and Martyri came out from the inner room, and they looked like a pair of teacher and student with a very harmonious relationship.

"Then Associate Professor Clapham, I'll come back next week."

"Ah."

Turning around and seeing the young teachers who were still busy, Mo Xie bowed slightly and said, "Goodbye, teachers."

The young teacher was stunned for a moment before he responded, "B-Bye."

That Moshe Mackintosh said goodbye to me? What's going on... I suddenly feel flattered?

After Mo Xie left, the office returned to its previous busy yet quiet atmosphere.

The young teachers continued to translate the materials, while Marthiri went back to the inner room to do his own work.

[Martiri.]

Suddenly an elderly voice sounded.

"Lord Lovren, what can I do for you?"

Marthiri raised his eyes to the old man's soul.

[I came here to ask if you have any new discoveries, but before that, there is one thing that concerns me.]

Lovren hesitated for a moment and asked with a complicated expression:

[Who is the child who just left?]