Chapter 99: Excited Soldiers

  Early the m.

  Instructor Arnold, having received the "manual," shared the good news with the soldiers.

  "Everyone is in luck. Thanks to everyone's bravery in battle, the lord has prepared a great gift for you all!"

  "To make sure you all bee stronger, so that in future battles, you survive and make eveer tributions."

  "All professionals register here for special training!"

  "I 't say much about what exactly the trainiails, but rest assured, it's an excellent opportunity!"

  Arnold said this with a rare departure from his usual sternness, using a mysterious expression to "secretly" inform everyone.

  What could it be?

  Why was it only for professionals?

  Everyone's curiosity iqued like a cat's itch, filling them with unbearable anticipation and intense curiosity.

  During a break in training, a signifit number of professional soldiers slipped into Arnold's resting quarters.

  The other soldiers looked on eagerly, also wanting to find out more.

  But due to their ck of strength and fear of Arnold's usual toughness, they could only stay outside quietly.

  What made everyone even more anxious was that shortly after, the resting quarters erupted with excmations of surprise, followed by silence, making every soldier even more curious.

  About half an hour ter, the professional soldiers emerged, their faces filled with excitement, howling as they resumed their training.

  The other soldiers were full of doubt, uo make sense of it all.

  "What's so secretive about it? Is there something special?"

  Jifan, while sharpening his sword, curiously asked Leon. On the surface, he was inquiring, but in truth, he wao improve his retionship with Leon.

  He had seeake down three troll soldiers on his owerday, holding the right fnk.

  A young, talented man like this couldn't be overlooked!

  Leon shook his head slightly, not answering directly but smag his lips with some :

  "The training costs 10 gold s, and all the volunteers paid…"

  "For professionals, such specialized training is essential…"

  Jifan's heart skipped a beat as he caught Leon's implied meaning.

  He blihoughtfully, refraining from asking further and instead focused on training his body harder.

  First, bee a professional, then think about other things!

  Many soldiers shared his thoughts, and soon a wave of training fervor swept through the camp.

  What ied Arnold the most was that the lord did not reject the barbarian soldiers joining the training.

  In fact, he even subtly hi greater expectations for them.

  Arnold, uanding the lord's i, began to ponder how to teach the somewhat stubborn barbarian soldiers.

  Carrying several rge sacks of wheat flour, Beelzebub nervously ehe door. He had been drinking with his rades yesterday and only returhis m.

  In the past, he would have returned even ter, possibly drinking his entire reward away.

  But now, for some reason, there was a faint unease as he walked home.

  The wooden door creaked open, and Beelzebub suddenly remembered Old John's words:

  "It won't be long before the lord starts building stone houses in batches, with the first going to those with the highest tribution…"

  Back then, Beelzebub didn't think much of it, but now he wondered: "Will the lord really give us one?"

  Seeing Beelzebub return, several middle-aged women approached, taking the sacks of wheat flour off his hands, saying softly in his ear: "You've worked hard."

  Tanna, sitting on one side of the living room, g him before l her head again, fog on a book made of ized part.

  A well-behaved little girl was carefully teag her how to read, with a small smile of joy on her face that soon turned a little sorrowful.

  Beelzebub opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, as several middle-aged women pushed him into the washroom where hot water had already been prepared.

  When Beelzebub came out, the little girl with braids gave him a sweet smile:

  "Papa, I'm going to school now."

  Before Beelzebub could respond, the little girl happily ran out the door, calling out to her pymates in a cheerful tone.

  Although her on toill had an at, she could unicate normally.

  Beelzebub clearly felt something was off. Tanna g him, waved him over, and handed him a small book:

  "Iure, you o study properly too. Just speaking isn't enough; you o know how to read and write!"

  Beelzebub scratched his head as he took the small book, staring bnkly at the words inside and asking instinctively:

  "Why?"

  Tanna sighed, picked up a work journal, and after hesitating for a while, said:

  "art of the territory now. Someone has to record our history, right?"

  "Besides, we've been unged for thousands of years, which is why we lost to that empire…"

  "We only had nguage, no written words, no history, and we kept fetting what had happened before…"

  "Now, we must work hard to make life better for the people around us…"

  Before she finished speaking, Tanna had already left, escorted by two middle-aged women.

  She had to go to work at the farm, preparing for the breeding of horses today.

  Beelzebub smacked his lips as memories of the past 30 years surfaced, filled with endless killing.

  Any occasional good memories had always been shattered by his own people.

  Yet, in this short half-month, looking back, it had been filled with sweetness and happiness.

  Beelzebub reflected on this for a long time. Although it was difficult, he began to read bit by bit…

  "Why are there so many words in the on tongue?"

  "Because for every hing, the on tongue creates a new word…"

  "Huh? Won't there be thousands of new words over time?"

  "That's right, it will tinue growing, and the more adva bees, the more it grows…"

  "Isn't there a nguage and writing system that doesn't ge so much?"

  Matthew was momentarily taken aback by Yaya's troubled expression. He gently patted her head, feeling the delicate, smooth texture of her dragon scales, and nodded with a smile:

  "There is, and it's easy to learn!"

  "Papa? Teach me!"

  Yaya excitedly tossed aside the thion tongue manual with her little cws, her bd-white eyes full of anticipation.

  A fsh of insight crossed Matthew's mind as he lifted his head, p the e between Draic, Elvish, and Are nguages. With a slight smile, he said:

  "No rush, we'll talk about it ter."

  Yaya nodded curiously, soon feeling sleepy again, and quickly fell into a deep slumber.

  Matthew unfurled a map, carefully studying the Troll Valley, and as he took out his notes, a trace of excitement fshed in his eyes:

  "So that's it, there's something good here…"

  FAL