Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

"The only troublesome thing is that they have more energy than most of the teachers, and it takes a lot of energy to manage these little guys." The vice-principal pushed open the door to enter the room, "This way please .”

Unlike the depressing gray stone walls on the outside, the interior walls are a relaxing beige.

Facing the gate was the upward staircase. The deputy dean was not in a hurry to take her to the dean's office, but slowly walked along the corridor to visit the rooms.

"This is a classroom for children aged 11 to 12. At this age, apart from their daily homework, they can already help us with some simple cleaning tasks."

"This is the children's reading room. Our dean will collect books from all over the world. Some of the books eliminated by the library and government departments will be sorted and placed here for children to read."

"This is……"

After visiting the first floor, Tavenal followed him up to the second floor.

There is a window at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and a desk is placed in front of the window.

Generally speaking, such furniture is rarely placed in the corridor, so that desk immediately attracted Tavernaar's attention.

There are tall notebooks, ink bottles, and quills placed randomly on the desk, and papers are scattered on the ground, and each paper is densely filled with words.

After asking the vice president for permission, Tavenal walked to the desk.

Bending down to pick up the paper on the ground, the owner of the writing seems to be quite free and easy. The handwriting sometimes tilts upwards, sometimes jumps up and down, and sometimes is very regular. If the handwriting is not the same, it is hard to imagine that it is written by the same person.

"Sometimes I envy those who can go to sleep with peace of mind after eating enough every day. Maybe in their world, tomorrow will not be any different from today."

"Everyone seems to have a hard time understanding what I'm worried about. Under the leadership of the Queen, Zhidong doesn't need to worry about anything. They always say that the future that Zhidong people want will come, but I don't even know what kind of future I want. future."

"Milia is beyond redemption, I'd be crazy to be around a guy like that, who can't even understand the most basic arithmetic problems. No, no, what's really unbearable is that he won't do it all night. The cries of silence, I've had enough, I'm going to ask the dean to change my roommate..."

"It was rejected. This is the expected result. After all, besides me, who else can bear Milia's noise. The dean said that there is no way, other people are unwilling to change, and there is no more in the courtyard Empty room, unless I'm willing to move down the stairs with no privacy."

Putting down the paper in his hand, Tavenal looked at the dozen or so notebooks stacked on the table.

Wouldn't these be the same diary content as in your hand?

"This is all written by a child named Vajim. He is the most literate child here. He has been able to help the sick teacher to teach characters, and the teaching is not bad. Therefore, he will move the desk from the room to the second floor. The corridor requirements were met by us."

The deputy dean picked up the scattered papers one by one, folded them neatly, and put them aside, capped the uncapped ink bottles, and put the quills aside.

Tavernaar found that the deputy dean had the habit of tidying things up, as if he had done it many times, and every movement was light and natural.

They were then walked through several other classrooms one by one. Tavernall found that the condition of this orphanage was much better than that of ordinary families. They had at least one music class and one art class every week. Classes, three outdoor activities, accommodation for 20 people who are older and can take care of themselves, and [-] people for the younger ones accompanied by teachers.

Although the food is not rich, all kinds of nutritional needs have been met in a simple way, and the amount is large enough to keep you full.

In terms of clothes, there are old clothes donated, and there are also clothes custom-made by the orphanage. The colors are not bright and bright, and the styles are not novel, but the material and thickness are quite enough. Maybe the children will seek novel changes, so that part Donated old clothes can also satisfy them.

Except for congenital deformities and disabilities, almost every child here has red lips and white teeth and is very healthy.

This is Arechino's Hearth House.

"The front is our dean's office. She is already waiting for you." The deputy dean led Tavenal to the penultimate door on the left side of the fourth floor, knocked on the door, stepped back and smiled Nod to Tavernaar.

"Please come in."

Hearing the sound from behind the door, Tavernar turned the handle, pushed the door open and entered.

Facing the door is a huge window. On the left side of the room is a large bookshelf and desk, and on the right side there is a fireplace that warms the whole room.

On the middle floor was a huge animal skin rug, on which a circular sofa was placed, facing the fireplace and the door.

Areccino was sitting on the sofa, with a tea set in front of him, and steam rose from the cup.

"Welcome, my guest." Arechino stretched out his hand towards the opposite side as a gesture of invitation, "There is no need to pay attention to those complicated etiquettes here, we can be more casual."

Chapter 39 Recruitment

"I already know your needs, I want to find some capable children, right?" Arechino rested his chin on one hand.

Tavernall sat down, "Yes."

"It's not convenient to write a long story in the letter. Now I can talk about your request. Can you let me know what these children are going to do?"

Arechino made no secret of her thoughts, "After all, I have watched the children grow up, and their future destination, for the queen, whether it is going to another country to hide or directly join the army, it always makes me I care about it for a long time."

Tavernar tilted his head slightly, and said in a calm tone, "You care about them?"

"Naturally." Arechino poured hot drinks for the two of them, "I know that in your opinion, adopting children and then sending them to die on the battlefield when they grow up is quite absurd."

"I don't intend to explain anything. You came here just to find a few loyal pawns, didn't you? Why bother to delve into these things."

Tavenal nodded, "I need a few children who have a certain foundation in writing. They don't need to go to the battlefield, go to the deep mountains and wild forests, and don't need to hide their names in a small village for decades."

Arechino stopped raising his glass.

After a long while, she smiled inexplicably, and finally looked into Taverner's eyes.

"That's really a good job, is it a clerical type? I already have a few candidates." She took out the pen in her pocket, walked to the desk on the other side, tore off the paper and wrote something.

"Apart from these? Are there any other requirements?"

Tavernall thought for a moment, and the camera was able to provide pictures for most of the reports, but there was still room for traditional hand-painting.

"Are there any children who are good at operating machinery or video cameras? Or those who understand art."

Arechino nodded, "Yes, and it's the same person, Miria."

As she spoke, she laughed again, "Now Vajim won't write me complaints every day."

After shaking off the ink stains, Arechino went to the door and opened it. The deputy dean was still nearby, and quickly took the paper in her hand and went downstairs.

Arechino turned around and spread a hand towards Tavernaar, "She will bring over the eligible children, and you can choose by yourself."

"Thank you," Taverner said.

The other party just shook his head, slowly returned to his original position and sat down, "Instead, I should thank you."

Tavernal blinked in confusion, and Arechino put the pen between his hands, looking at the table:

"Most of these children are going to join the army. If there are no accidents, they will rarely come back. The beast tide and snow disaster in the northern border are at their worst this year. Exhausted monsters are often dangerous and extreme."

And if you follow Tavenal, at least you don't have to face these.

Tavernall understood, "You really care about those children."

Arechino closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was only peace in those peculiar eyes.

"Oh——Vajim, do you think sugar is salt again, and you put a lot of it, how can you drink this soup!"

In the dining hall, a child excitedly took a mouthful of the hot soup that had just been served, and almost spit it out, and then entered the kitchen dissatisfied, and found that Vajim was in charge of cooking the soup today.

"Hey, didn't you see that the chef is conceiving his masterpiece of the century? What's wrong with letting you drink some sweet soup." There are children watching the fun, and they keep fanning the flames, "At least he is in the world today. Remember to distinguish colors when you were young, didn't you?"

Vajim is a boy with black hair and blue eyes. He is frowning and squinting his eyes to stir the spoon at the moment, and he can clearly hear the following conversation.

Vulgar, only sweet.He thought contemptuously, don't put him in the kitchen if he has the ability, the oily fumes here almost smear his brain, how can he tell the difference between sugar and salt.

His eyes were slightly red, and the first thick smoke made his eyes blurred with tears, and he could hardly see ahead.

"Ha, those masterpieces of his, I feel so smoky when I light the fire, people are busy in the winter, who has time to watch those ants crawling on the paper."

"Yeah, I heard that the cold disaster in the north is getting worse and worse, and beast swarms often attack villages. You know, my hometown is there, but it was trampled down by the beast swarm. I really hope that the next conscription can arrange for me past."

"Hey, are you kidding, don't you want to die?"

Hearing that the two were chatting instead, Vajim threw the kitchen spoon and pushed them away and strode out of the kitchen.

"Hey, where are you going—"

The boy with the bowl was about to reach out, but was stopped by the person beside him, who shook his head at him.

"His biological parents seem to have died in the beast tide..." the companion lowered his voice.

Vajim came to the big restaurant outside, and from time to time someone raised a soup bowl and complained to him, but he ignored them all.I came to the corridor outside alone, opened the window today, and looked out at the street outside against the cold wind.

"Vajim?" The deputy director of the orphanage came behind her at some point, with a piece of paper in her hand, "Why don't you go inside and quarrel with someone again?"

Vajim shook his head and was about to say don't worry about him, but the deputy dean put his arm around his shoulders and led him to the restaurant.

"Okay, okay, no matter what troubles you have encountered, forget them for now, I have some news to tell you." The deputy principal entered the restaurant with a paper, and all the children turned their heads one after another, and some greeted enthusiastically. Invite her to dinner.

"Dean! Vajim put the wrong seasoning again today!"

Some people also seized the opportunity to file a complaint, looking at Vajim who was pulled aside by the vice president, thinking that she came here for this.

Vajim's current angle is just right enough to see the paper in the hands of the deputy dean, on which are his own and several people's names.

"Okay, children, please be quiet, please be quiet, thank you." The deputy principal raised his hand and pressed down. He waited until they were quiet before explaining his reason for coming.

"A dignitary from Her Majesty's side came to recruit people in person, and now all the people whose names I mentioned come out." The vice president shook the paper in his hand.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door of the office, and the vice president entered with five teenagers.

There was a childish and green feeling on their faces, and their expressions were both curious and timid. They didn't know what the vice president had said to them before.

"This is Victoria, this is Alina..."

The deputy dean introduced them as they walked, and ordered them one by one: "Milya, Vajim, and Pavel."

Taverna's eyes swept over their faces one by one. After the introduction, the five children took a step forward together and gave a standard military salute to Taverna.

"Victoria is good at narrative description, the style is simple and smooth, and the narrative rhythm is quite good." Arechino said by the side, and took out a thick folder during the summer vacation behind the desk, "This is the children's usual literature class." You can refer to the homework on it."

While Tavernaar was browsing, Arechino did not stop, and briefly described the strengths of the remaining four children, and finally said:

"Although their skills are much less than those of famous writers, they are still young enough to develop in the direction you need."

Tavernaar looked at the folder in her hand, and two of the children's writing was really excellent. As she put down the folder, the five children also became nervous.

Chapter 40 Only Children Make Choices

On the way here, the vice president had already briefly told everyone what would happen next. Whoever is selected at this moment means that his life's destiny will be changed because of this.

Nobody is an unwanted child, that's what the dean told them.

Because of this, the Hearth House absorbs the homeless and gives them a warm house and sufficient food for them to grow up.

When they grow up, in return for all this, they will also devote themselves to Her Majesty's great cause.

This is the concept they have been instilled since childhood, and it is also the way they have always expected to realize their own value.

The boys and girls nervously looked at the girl in the center who seemed to be younger than them. If they were lucky, this would be their future leader. Whether it was barren mountains, river valleys, or ice-snow plateaus, as long as the queen needed it, as long as the chief gave orders, then she would be their leader. Even with all my life, I have to go.

Tavernaar looked at the immaturity and stubbornness in their eyes, with that expression, as if what was about to come towards them was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​blood, and they had already made up their minds to dedicate themselves to this.

Planting such an imprint on a child of this age, Arechino, what are you thinking in your heart?

Naturally, no one answered the questions in her heart, and everyone here was waiting for her to make a choice.

"I want all five of these."

An unsettling voice came out of her mouth, and the five children all opened their eyes wide.

The vice president opened his mouth slightly in surprise, then pursed it again.

Since Arechino was standing behind Tavernar at the moment, she couldn't see the executive's expression.

"No problem." After only a two-second pause, Arechino behind him responded.

She walked around Tavernal and walked up to the five children.

The five looked at her in awe and admiration, trying to stand up straight.

"From now on, you will officially come of age."

Areccino began to straighten the collars of the children one by one, smoothing out every wrinkle on their clothes, like a mother's last care before leaving a child.

Her voice is as capable and gentle as ever.

"You are no longer children of Hearth House,"

"And guard the solstice, the warrior who guards the homeland."

"Your brothers and sisters will follow your example."

"Your stories will be remembered by them."

"Children, congratulations on growing up."

After finishing the last sentence, she also adjusted the collar of the last child.

She patted the child on the back lightly, "Remember to write letters to your younger brothers and sisters."

Arechino turned around and looked at Tavernal, "Now, you can take them away."