Chapter 772

In the twinkling of an eye.

Jupiter is nine years old.

From the age of seven, he had to follow his father herack for hard training every day, whether it was cold or hot.

Although herak saw the decrease of soldiers' income and vaguely had a bad premonition, it did not prevent him from passing on his combat experience and knowledge to Jupiter.

After all, the world is still very barbaric. Only the strong can survive.

This is fully demonstrated by the supremacy of patriarchy and the respect of power in the whole city and kingdom.

However, herack is a smart man after all.

He prepared rich gifts and invited a scholar as a teacher for little Jupiter, Mr. Turing, who lived next door to his house.

"Teacher!"

Before dawn, Jupiter got up, went next door and waited at Sulu's door.

I don't know how long it was before the door creaked open and Martha's face appeared: "poor little guy..."

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

By this time, Sulu had also got up and had a leisurely breakfast.

"Teacher!"

Jupiter came respectfully to Sulu.

"Well... You've almost learned the common language of the kingdom of hormon. Next... We'll learn the orc language in the north, which can be regarded as a variant of the language of hormon. There are many similarities..."

Sulu leisurely way.

Jupiter's little face was full of bitterness.

Learning lingua franca has made him very difficult, and Orcish challenges throat pronunciation.

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

If he were his father, he would never dare to ask, otherwise a meal of vines would come down.

But Mr. Turing was so kind that he didn't hit him once, and Jupiter grew bolder.

"Ha ha..."

Sulu smiled and rubbed Jupiter's head: "it's always useful to learn more languages... If one day you go to the battlefield against the orcs, if you can't fight, you can beg for mercy!"

"I am a brave soldier and will not do shameful things!"

Jupiter rolled his eyes. "And orcs... Aren't they far away?"

"Maybe... Once they were very far away, but even the previous generation of heroes would not think of the population reproduction, land expansion and changes in the situation hundreds of years later... Let alone thousands of years."

Sulu smiled.

Seeing the ignorant Jupiter, he said again: "in fact... There is real power in the language! For example, the wormon language of the Zerg is a mysterious language..."

"Teacher, can you teach me 'wolmon'?" Jupiter's eyes brightened.

"I haven't learned to walk yet. What can I learn to run? After class today, continue to read!"

Sulu pointed to his study.

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

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

However, Mr. Turing is already the smartest person in the whole city-state, and he also controls the paper mill that makes a lot of money.

Jupiter sucked his finger and stared at Sulu: "teacher... I don't want to..."

"Cough... Since you look at me so sincerely."

Sulu coughed: "take the exam later!"

"Ah?!"

Jupiter looked frightened.

"Ha ha... If you can satisfy me, I will teach you the way to become a superstring warrior!" Sulu smiled.

"Become... A superstring warrior?"

Jupiter's eyes lit up: "become a hero? Isn't that the way only the adults of the guardian Knight know?"

"It's always good to read more books. I knew it." Sulu pointed to his nose: "so... Do you want to be a hero?"

"Yes!"

Jupiter nodded vigorously.

……

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

Father herak sat on the wooden table, his right hand on his forehead, and his mother Spang comforted him.

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

"What happened?"

He whispered to himself, but dared not ask more questions.

"Bring the wine..."

Herak put down his palm and said in a low voice, "I'm a veteran of the city. They fired me? I'm good at all kinds of fighting and killing skills... Those damn city officials..."

"But... There is no war..."

Spang said softly.

"Woman, get off!" Herak cursed and raised the jug to drink.

Spang could only cry with his two daughters.

This scene left a deep impression on Jupiter.

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

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

……

"A developing city needs soldiers to maintain law and order, block the dangers in the wild and be ready to fight... But when the urban reclamation is completed, the surrounding land has become mature land and there is no war, it is normal to retain only a certain number of soldiers and dismiss the veterans..."

Sulu looked at the scene and thought deeply.

Herak is a professional soldier, and there is a fixed salary paid by the city-state every 20 sun days.

Of course, this is not the real big part of the income of professional soldiers. They are the way to make money, the capture in the war, and the spoils they share.

If there were slaves, it would make a lot of money.

However, herak doesn't have many opportunities to get rich, let alone any savings. Once he loses his job, it will be terrible.

After all, he is middle-aged and no longer young.

Jupiter looked at this scene with the same sadness in his heart. He didn't even say that he passed the exam and the teacher was willing to teach him the way of heroes.

At this time, Sulu came in: "herak, my friend!"

"Turing, I'm really sorry..."

Spang greeted him with an apologetic face.

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

Sulu came to the long table and sat down and said, "when my paper is sold to other cities, I always encounter all kinds of troubles on the road. I want to hire an escort for the team. Are you interested, herak?"

"What?"

Herak was in a hurry.

He was just drowning his sorrows with wine. The wine of this era didn't have much strength at all, let alone drunk.

"Yes... I'm going to hire some veterans as mercenaries."

"If you lose your job, you are not good for nothing. At least you can become an adventurer - that is, someone who undertakes all kinds of tasks and solves all kinds of troubles for citizens, so as to get paid!"

Herak's eyes brightened: "Turing... My friend, you are indeed a wise man. Thank you for your proposal!"