Our family is in decline

Although Wangcai's spirituality has soared, its thinking is still wild. It believes that these wolves are challenging its status.

Wangcai looked at his former companions, and saw that seizing power did not only happen in the human world, but also manifested itself nakedly in the beasts that lived in groups.

But this time Lance spoke.

"These wild wolves are here to find you. Anyway, if you raise one, you will raise them. If you raise five, you will raise them." Lance couldn't help but smile bitterly. You can't really kill them, right? After all, it’s still a debt~

Grads and grudges are clearly treated equally. Lance's concept does not even distinguish between races. He can do it even to a wolf, of course, provided they understand it.

"I hope they can understand what I'm saying~" Lance showed no fear towards these grinning gray wolves. Instead, he walked out calmly, his empty hands slowly clenching into fists.

Lance's consciousness is very simple, he keeps beating them until they surrender.

Wangcai looked on coldly, but his thoughts seemed to go back to the past. He had also been beaten severely, so these guys could understand.

Even a wolf warrior can't defeat Lance, but what threat can a few wild wolves pose to him?

Lance even had to hold back a little strength, for fear of killing them with one punch.

In the face of absolute power, the battle was over before it even started, and Lance easily subdued them.

After tying their necks with ropes, Lance took these restless wild wolves back to the farm.

The soldiers were quite surprised when they saw this scene. It was not difficult for them to kill these wild wolves, but it was difficult to subdue them without hurting them unless they had tools such as nets and traps.

And how long has it been since the lord entered? The wolves were captured in such a short time.

Lance led the wolves into the farm, and the crowd's gazes aroused the beastiality of the wild wolves, but Lance just raised his hand and pulled them and then retracted their tails.

"Go and find some cages."

Lance gave the order and someone naturally took care of it. There were many carts transporting cattle, sheep and pigs on the farm, and they only had one cage on them. Lance couldn't ask for more, so he stuffed the wild wolves directly into them and covered them with cloth to avoid them. What trouble arises.

Originally, he was going to pick up Tom Mary and his family, but when he saw the nervous person in charge, he came over.

"Bahrain's mother died."

Lance was not too surprised when he heard this. In fact, he could feel that he was being left alone at the time.

I originally thought she could survive for a few more days, so I gave Bahrain a holiday to accompany her mother through the last days, but I didn't expect that she would just turn around and pass away.

It seemed that she had reached her limit a long time ago, and she couldn't bear to worry about her son. But now that Lance's praise had solved the last knot in her heart, it was natural that her words were gone.

"I see."

Lance walked over and heard Na Na crying loudly before he got close. When he walked in, he saw Balin kneeling beside the bed, while the woman was lying peacefully on the bed, with an unprecedented calmness on her face.

Maybe this is also a relief for her...

Lance stood aside for a while before Balin noticed his figure, and his emotions that had no way to vent could not help but condense in this cry.

"Sir! Mother is gone, and I am only left alone..."

"Well, although your mother is gone, you still have to live a good life. You have grown up, so don't let her worry anymore." Lance comforted him patiently, "Look, your mother is smiling. Go away, she knows her son has a future, and you are her greatest pride."

Lance's words made Balin couldn't help but turn his attention to his mother again, and the crying slowly stopped.

"Don't be afraid, Hamlet is your home, and I am your family. Now take your mother home."

"Don't be afraid, mother, let's go home."

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When Lance came, he had one person and one horse, but when he went back, he took three simple carts with him.

The wolves were packed into one car, Mary's family in one, and Balin and his mother in one.

Returning to the town did not cause much commotion. Someone would take Bahrain through the process. There is also a cemetery for ordinary people in the town, which is also placed in the suburbs, but it is not in the same location as the Heroes Cemetery.

Lance and Mary's family have already made arrangements. Susan will take them to their new home, which is neater and more spacious than the simple farm. This is a gift from the lord.

And Lance took the wolves directly to find William.

"I brought you something good! I wonder if you can tame it?"

William thought at first that it was the lord who had found the hound so quickly. By saying this, he was questioning his professional ability.

But Figgus caught the scent and began to look restless.

When William walked outside and lifted the cloth covering the cage, he was speechless for a moment when he saw the wild wolves.

On the contrary, the wild wolves were stimulated and began to hit the cage frame, opening their mouths and biting on it. Their ferocious looks obviously forgot the fear that Lance had imposed on them as time went by.

"How's it going? Are you sure?" Lance suddenly remembered this, so he left these wild wolves, otherwise it would be impossible to keep freeloaders.

"These wild wolves are very wild. I'm sure if they were just born, but I can't say now." William looked at these wolves and felt that he was not afraid, but it would be difficult to tame them.

"Let me give it a try. It will take time to see the results."

"If that doesn't work, keep them for breeding. It might be easier to train the next generation when they are born."

Lance found a steel cage to separate the five wild wolves, and then threw them to William to squeeze out his spare time.

Employees must be squeezed hard, otherwise where would he get the police dog?

Mary's family was registered, their mother was rearranged to work in the town, and the two of them were brought to school by Lance to go through the enrollment procedures.

"The two of them will arrange literacy from the lower grades first, and slowly see if they can keep up with the progress..."

Now that the school has entered a standardized process, it is no longer as chaotic as before.

In order to ensure the quality of education, Lance made a very bold decision because there were children of different ages mixed in it.

Directly offer unified literacy classes, focusing on literacy.

Then the library was opened, all teaching books were placed there, and study rooms were set up.

The division of grades is no longer based on age, but on the basis of the progress of teaching content, with grades speaking for themselves.

As long as you are smart and diligent enough, you can learn three years of other people's knowledge in one year, jump directly from the lower grades to the upper grades, and even graduate early.

Through this special structure, you will be quickly screened and then gradually stabilized. You will be admitted to any grade according to your level. If you have not finished studying in three years, you will be dropped out directly.

As long as you have completed the most basic one thousand words and are able to read and learn independently, then the main teaching content of the school will start with literacy and gradually become more in-depth.

The most important one is mathematics, supplemented by some social knowledge, such as the human body, history, geography, agriculture, animals and plants, as well as basic sports training, as well as artistic training such as music and painting.

More advanced ones include swordsmanship, firearms, medicine, herbalism, commerce, law, mechanical structures, etc.

This is very simple knowledge, and it is also knowledge that Lance can collect, or that has been contributed by various heroes in the town and has been tested by him.

But in fact, only part of it can be implemented, and many of them are just a framework. These children have not really been able to learn according to these plans.

For example, many courses are newly written by Lance, and many teachers do not understand these things, so in Hamlet's library you can see teachers and students copying books in the library to study.

Any other art courses are just empty promises like "high school physical education classes". They are planned, but it is hard to say when they will be implemented. There is no such condition in a place like Hamlet.

Even in ordinary small cities, these are not available, only in those big cities. Of course, some nobles will also hire special teachers to teach their children.

At present, we can only say that the future is promising, and Hamlet needs to continue to develop if it wants to do so.

"Study hard. I've given you this very precious opportunity. As for where you can go, you can only rely on yourself."

Lance gave them a chance, but it was hard to say whether they could catch him.

"I will not let you down!" Tom nodded firmly.

"Mary will work hard too!"

Mary followed up and said something, and Lance was amused by her determined little eyes.

He has always been the only one who draws cakes for others, but two little things actually want to draw cakes for him?

"Then leave them both to Mrs. Rosa." Lance nodded slightly to the principal beside him.

"Please don't worry, sir." Rosa has also developed some temperament during this time as the principal, and her whole person is more majestic.

With her in Lance, I didn't have anything to worry about, but because Joan of Arc had just hacked a cultist to death recently, I was worried that she would be stressed, so I comforted him.

"Jane did a great job. The cultist she killed was someone who deserved to be killed."

Originally, Lance thought she had Jade Syndrome, but when she really spoke, Lance realized that he had thought too much.

"When she stood up to protect others when facing those cultists, I knew she made the right choice."

As the principal, Rosa also stayed with those students at the time, and when the crazy cultist broke in, she felt uncontrollable fear in her heart.

And at this moment, Joan of Arc was able to stand up and kill the cultists with others to protect everyone. The emotion was very complicated, and it felt like a daughter suddenly growing up.

Although I am very reluctant to let go, it is time to let go.

Lance also heard something from her words.

I had to provide my own guarantee before to convince Rosa to let Joan be exposed to such things, but I still felt that she was not willing to let go.

But now he looks obviously relieved.

Sure enough, reality is the most educational...

Hamlet, sanatorium, underground anatomy room.

"I was hoping to hear good news."

Paracelsus raised his head slightly, and what he wore on his face was not the beak mask, but a mask.

After saying that, he turned back and continued to point the scalpel in his hand at the corpse on the table.

He didn't notice it last time, but now he found that in addition to a few more corpses, there were also several sachets hanging in the autopsy room. The scent of green grass dissipated the stench here.

This kind of thing, coupled with the mask worn by Paracelsus, the entire Hamlet can only be made by Grendel.

"Good thing!" After hearing what Paracelsus said, Lance smiled and came closer, "I'm going to restart the research on the ascension potion."

When Lance said this, Paracelsus' hand holding the knife visibly paused.

"Didn't you say you didn't need it before? Why have you restarted it now?" He turned around and looked at Lance with confusion. "Don't you still have a few bottles? You can use them first. I don't have time recently."

"Hey!" Lance noticed the strange look in her eyes and quickly explained, "I need to correct you. It's not that I need it, but that Hamlet needs it."

Paracelsus turned around and continued working. The cold look in her eyes showed that she didn't care about the explanation from Lance at all.

Normally, Lance was very casual with her, except that some things didn't matter, but he had to fight for this kind of thing no matter what.

Not to prove how great he is, but to tell others that he has no need for these things!

“At the beginning, we did not have enough herbs, nor enough props, and did not have the conditions for large-scale preparation, but now the medicinal fields have been planted with herbs, and our preparation process can also be improved.

Moreover, the development of Hamlet requires gold coins to maintain operation. Nothing is more popular with wealthy people than this, which can relieve the pressure faced by Hamlet. "

"When did the preparation process improve?" Paracelsus didn't pay attention to these reasons, but she noticed something and couldn't help but question.

"This potion formula was originally passed from the hands of witches to the Ascension Sect. Because it was refined according to the barbarian way, the effect is violent. We also lack a very important prop, which is the witch's cauldron, and now it is Once the pot falls into our hands, it only needs a few improvements to naturally make it in large quantities.”

Paracelsus was not stupid. She knew that the cauldron was upstairs. They called it a supernatural prop, but only Grendel could exert that magical power.

"I know you're busy, so I plan to ask Dai'er to help with the refining of this matter. Then you can just verify it directly." Lance couldn't directly ask her to come up with the previous research information. He would leave this matter to others. .

Even if a project is shelved midway, the initial investment still belongs to her. If she were to kick her away and hand it over to someone else, she would definitely be dissatisfied.

Not to mention that Paracelsus himself was not easy to deal with Greendale.

Therefore, Lance had to emphasize that she has always been involved in this project, and Greendale was only responsible for large-scale production and reducing her hostility as much as possible.

Of course, Lance can directly intervene and change the [Ascension Potion] project by virtue of his control over resources. Whether she agrees or not does not affect it.

But for talents, especially those who have made contributions, Lance believes that sufficient respect must be given. There are some things where power is not everything. Knowledge is also a kind of power. (End of chapter)