The story of justice as a Tucao servant

13. Assemble, the birthday of the god of dreams

"This time we are going to study the subject - the culture and characteristics of dwarves!...Although I do not intend to offend the races that sit next to you. However, some unpleasant words for some races are also necessary in the explanation. Indispensable, so if there are friends from the dwarf tribe who can come to cooperate with me, that would be the best." My master—the respected Mr. Hopnis Andinis is standing in front of the magic screen, addressing everyone present Students explain today's lesson.

Looking at the howling north wind and the gloomy sky outside the window, he looked at Lance who had already blown bubbles and made a loud [huh] sound.I sighed and kindly blocked him with my arm. (Sure enough, in winter, even the energetic Lance will hibernate?) Although Lance has not listened to a few lessons from the master.

Looking at the kind and tolerant old man on the stage, I felt a sense of pride in my heart. "You really worked hard, old man." A voice so low that even I could hardly hear it came out of my mouth unconsciously.

It has been nearly four months since the opening ceremony.Even Hero, known as the wave of midsummer, fell into the arms of the goddess of winter.The master here is the tutor of the culture and history subjects in our compulsory courses.

In the front row, an arm assembled with exquisite machinery was raised high. "Teacher, please let me cooperate with you!" Saying this, the boy, who is only about three or four years old for humans, controls the mechanical pulley and sends the boy from the seat to the podium. ——That's right, it's my dwarf roommate, the nightmare who gets up every day, the genius Mr. Currett Walker. (Can you imagine the blood and tears of being woken up by the alarm clock and the mechanical fist every day?)

"Thank you very much, Mr. Walker." After the old man thanked him, he operated the magic and lit up the magic screen behind him that was similar to the projector.

Seeing that Xueba Alan was already clenched his pen and ready to start recording at any time, I stretched out my arms in embarrassment to ensure that Lance would not be discovered by the master. (actually a bit difficult).

"The dwarves, like the giants, belong to the mutant branch of the elves." Following the old man's cadenced voice, the images of male and female dwarfs were vividly outlined on the screen.

"Although the proud elf has never admitted this." Kerrett added from the side.

"Are you going to start a war! Please pay attention to your words, Mr. Walker!" An angry voice came from the last row. ——The elf royal family, Lunle Seeker, and the only school-age child (?) of the elves in the past ten years said with an expression of being number one in the world.

(Really...perfectly responded to Corrett's evaluation.) I wrote it down in my notebook, {Elves—an unpleasant race}

"...I think it's you, Mr. Seeker, who should pay attention to your words. I made it clear at the beginning of school—my class is an intuitive presentation of cultural history. Please cooperate!" It's really rare. , the master was angry.

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"Then let's continue. The giants have already entered the twilight with the gods. Now the dwarves, elves and Gilmans form the Gilman Commonwealth Kingdom and live in the forest of Rothris."

"But human beings envy our science and technology, and at the same time hate our wisdom and wealth. The elves despise us and never interact with us." Kerrett said with a puffy face.

"...Exactly. But once again I have to admire the technology of the gnomes, which is really impressive. It is comparable to magic in many ways, and can interact with magic. In this It also derived a branch of magic and machinery - Alchemy Science and Technology." The old man introduced.

"An adult dwarf has the appearance and figure of a twelve or thirteen-year-old human child. This appearance will not change until death...#$%^^......."

Infected by Alan who was writing hard next to me, I also recorded the key points I heard.But the subject of history is really boring.Perhaps also affected by Lance who was sleeping soundly beside me, I shook my sore arm from shielding him, and I yawned.

"Dingling, dingling, dingling..." the melodious and joyful divine comedy descended.The classroom suddenly became lively, and Lance jumped up from the chair as if it had been set. (Hello!)

"Hehehe, after all, the bells of our college are also works of dwarves. Thank you Mr. Walker for your cooperation, so let's end get out of class!" As soon as the voice fell, the children rushed outside at a fast speed.

He walked out of the classroom with Lance and Allen, but was stopped by the master.

"Lance and I will wait for you outside!" With that said, Allen waved his hand and went out with Lance first.

The red hair was scratched again (again!), and a pyrite pendant was hung around his neck. "Merry Christmas, Fei Aiwei, let's work harder in the new year!"

A warm feeling hit my heart, and I stood on tiptoe and kissed the old man's face. "Merry Christmas, my dear Master Master!"

He jumped and ran out happily, only to find that the outside had been wrapped in silver.

"It's snowing!" Flying down in the sky is the blessing and love of the Creator God.The crystal snowflakes fell on the cheeks and melted slowly.

"I'm just waiting for you! Fei Aiwei, let's fight!" Before Lance finished speaking, he heard two "pa, pa", and Lance and I were covered with snowballs.

"Alan, you sneak attack again!" While speaking, I bent down and rubbed up a ball of snow, ignoring the cold touch, and threw it at Alan.

There is a cheerful atmosphere flying around, and festival ribbons are flying around.

Until the afternoon - magic swordsman class.

That's really... horrible.

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?sleep... sleep.

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