Wait.
Instantly, Fang Ping calmed down.
Where could he find so many students?
This thought instantly extinguished half of Fang Ping's enthusiasm.
Moreover, who would hire a blind person as a teacher?
"Teacher, Teacher…"
Moon Bell pushed Fang Ping with some hesitation. After hesitating for a long time, she finally dared to speak.
"…Our colony has many children like me who are eager to learn. Are you willing to teach, Teacher?"
"Although I might not be able to pay you much… I can arrange food for you and a stone house for you to live in…"
Moon Bell felt extremely guilty, and her voice became softer and softer.
Would he agree to such poor conditions?
However, she really could not offer any better conditions.
Ever since they were driven to this barren Sunset Valley, the lives of their Dark Elves had worsened.
Not only could the cultivated fields not produce much food,
Those who went out to hunt were often eaten by dangerous monsters.
Even members of the royal family would often go hungry under such circumstances…
Being able to feed Fang Ping every day was already her limit.
However, to Moon Bell's surprise…
Fang Ping grabbed Moon Bell's hand tightly.
"How many kids do you have to teach?"
He agreed?
Moon Bell's eyes widened slightly in excitement, and her tone carried a hint of probing.
"There are a lot of them. A few… hundreds of them."
"Isn't that too much…"
"Not much! Not much!"
Fang Ping shook his head impatiently and gripped Moon Bell's arm tightly.
"Hurry up and bring me there. I can start class immediately when I reach the village!"
…
Since that day, Fang Ping had been living here.
He had been teaching English to his students for four years.
Still…
This place seemed to be even poorer than the mountain village where he had gone to the branch sect.
At night, the villagers could only light unpleasant oil lamps.
Fang Ping was almost used to the oily smell of spoiled meat.
Moreover, the villagers seemed to rely on the hourglass or the position of the sun to calculate the time.
It was only later that Fang Ping asked the village masons to help him make a sundial based on what he had learned. Only then could he know the exact time.
Living here, although there were no entertainment facilities and life was very dull.
But now, he had a hot meal every day, enough to not starve to death. This kind of life was already enough for Fang Ping.
It was just that he was a little bored during his free time.
…
"Teacher, I have a question for you."
A beautiful female student with pigtails looked at Fang Ping admiringly while holding a papyrus scroll.
"Ai Qing, tell me, what did you not understand?"
Fang Ping immediately came back to his senses and sat up straight.
As a qualified teacher, it was also very important to listen to the students' opinions in a timely manner.
"I want to know how to write the word 'Nature'."
"Did I repeat the letters in class?"
"Yes, Teacher."
Ai Qing's face was red. Taking advantage of the opportunity given to her by the scroll, she quietly sat closer to Fang Ping.
Naturally, Fang Ping had noticed this little thought.
However, students still had to prioritize their studies. This kind of thing could be discussed in the future.
He took the scroll with 26 English letters and spread it on the table.
This scroll was specially made by the craftsmen in the village that Fang Ping had asked.
As he could not see, although he would still write some words on the stone slab at the back of the class, it was inevitable that it would be inaccurate.
Sometimes, he would even end up stacking the letters together.
In order for children to be able to read and write at the same time, alphabetical scrolls were made.
"The word 'Nature' is made up of six letters."
"I'll read out the letters. You can spell them one by one."
"Alright, Teacher."
Ai Qing followed Fang Ping's finger technique, and memorized the contents of the scroll word by word.
The growing magic power followed Ai Qing's handwriting and spread on the papyrus scroll.
The originally withered papyrus immediately turned green.
A green seedling miraculously grew from the seed at the edge of the scroll. The spreading branches were firmly fixed to the edge.
As expected of a Forbidden Spell.
Ai Qing looked at the growing papyrus scroll in surprise.
Just writing a portion of it on paper could have such a powerful effect.
Perhaps, the production principle of the scroll was similar to this?
Ai Qing suddenly had an idea.
She would find an opportunity to test it out with her eldest sister later!
"That's how the word is spelled. Do you remember it now?"
Stroking the naturally grown paper, Ai Qing could not help but feel excited.
"Got it, Teacher! I'll go outside and give it a try!"
Ai Qing happily hugged the paper in her arms and skipped out.
"Since you've learned it, go out and play."
Fang Ping smiled in the direction where the footsteps disappeared and closed the scroll in front of him.
It was time for him to rest.
Stretching out his hand, Fang Ping felt around for the guide cane beside the table. He tapped the ground and made his way out.
The moment he stepped on the grass, the softness of his feet stunned Fang Ping.
It was already spring outside?
…
"Sister, Sister!"
Ai Qing held the germinating papyrus in her arms and rushed into Moon Bell's arms.
Moon Bell lost her balance and almost fell.
She frowned slightly and sounded a little reproachful.
"Ai Qing, you're already of age. Why are you still so rash?"
"Where have you learned royal etiquette?"
"Sister, you're too old-fashioned… When you were my age, you weren't even as elegant as me."
Ai Qing pouted unhappily, but she still handed the scroll in her hand to Moon Bell.
"This is?"
Moon Bell took the scroll that was still sprouting and looked at the words on it curiously.
The handwriting contained a powerful natural magic.
And it was this magic power that made the seed in the papyrus germinate again.
"This is the word Teacher taught today. It has the power to revive nature!"
Ai Qing held her petite face and said to Moon Bell hopefully.
"Look at this. Doesn't it look like the legendary Forbidden Spell scroll?"
"This is far inferior to a Forbidden Spell scroll."
Moon Bell smiled and stroked Ai Qing's fluffy hair. She put the papyrus aside.
After leaving Moon Bell's hands, the papyrus immediately stopped growing.
"A true Forbidden Spell scroll doesn't require any magic power. Even ordinary people can easily use it."
"But this piece of paper you brought here, its growth in essence still depends on magic power."
"Ah, how could this be… I thought we had mastered the method to make scrolls."
Seeing Ai Qing's dejected look, Moon Bell could not help but smile.
What a silly sister.
Under the guidance of their teacher, almost all the Dark Elves in the territory learned Forbidden Spells.
Why would they need a scroll?