Today, they too are going to their deaths.

Half a day later, Alice looked at Cui Xun's masterpiece and fell into deep thought.

The Albians used a phonetic script, which represented sounds through letter combinations, while the script Cui Xun used to write his book was likely a pictographic script, where the characters themselves corresponded to the meanings.

Clearly, such distinct writing systems must also involve cultural differences and differences in grammatical structure.

However, Alice managed to understand what Cui Xun had written.

Every word Cui Xun wrote contained abundant spirituality, constantly pouring knowledge and a large amount of chaotic information directly into her brain, causing her a splitting headache.

If you add the feature that makes you want to read it again and again, Cui Xun's writings can definitely be regarded as the most top-level forbidden classics.

Anyone who looks at it will die, or go mad.

This man, in his first attempt at writing, inadvertently copied the original text, and then made every possible mistake he could think of.

Alice put down the book, closed her eyes for a moment, and waited until her chaotic mind returned to normal before slowly commenting, "I'm sorry, your book is too 'poisonous'."

"I have never written about original texts, but I have seen cases of high-risk original texts being contained, and I have even handled a few cases myself, so I understand what factors can make original texts difficult to read."

"First of all, language differences will greatly increase the difficulty of reading the original text. If you want to show this book to other Albionians, you'd better write it in Albion."

"Secondly, when writing the original text, your mind must be in an extremely stable state, and you must not have any divergent thinking. Otherwise, when interpreting the content through spirituality, you will also read out your distracting thoughts."

"Furthermore, never mix multiple languages, and especially never intentionally use mistranslations or transliterations."

"Hakimi North and South Green Beans... Although I didn't see this sentence on the first few pages of the book, I perceived this content through spiritual interaction, and then I was bombarded with meanings of cats, honey tea, horses, licking, plants, directions, songs, works of art, etc."

Finally, regarding whether everyone can understand this book, my answer is that it's unlikely.

"I only read the first few pages, and its content and examples are indeed quite detailed. For someone with a certain level of education, it shouldn't be too difficult to understand. Ignoring the issues of spiritual pollution and cultural differences, I should be able to understand it easily."

"People who unexpectedly awaken their spirituality but have not received higher education may be able to understand it through their spirituality, but ordinary people probably cannot understand this theory on their own."

"They might need a teacher to explain this theory."

Cui Xun felt embarrassed for the first time in a long time, but he still calmly said, "I understand. Thank you very much for pointing out these problems. I will improve them as soon as possible. I hope you can help me take a look at the new book then."

Alice's expression turned bitter. Although she was loyal to the royal family, and could be considered loyal to Cui Xun as well, she truly did not want to withstand such a mental shock.

However, she still asked gently, "Cui Xun, how do you plan to improve things? Do you need any help?"

Cui Xun hurriedly went out, saying as he walked, "No need, I've already thought of a good place."

……

After some time, in the slums.

"Is this why our mentor came to observe the literacy class?" Doreen, who was preparing to teach the poor, was both amused and exasperated.

At first, she thought Cui Xun was there for a surprise inspection, and the believers even mistakenly thought their mentor was going to conscript them into battle, so they immediately pulled out their guns.

If the poor weren't generally in extremely poor mental condition and didn't feel they had nothing to lose, they would probably be intimidated by the fighting spirit of those "charitable" teachers.

But perhaps those who are easily frightened are even cuter?

Doreen's gaze involuntarily drifted to behind Cui Xun. There, a little boy, about six or seven years old, was hiding behind a building, secretly watching them.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes, as if he mistook Cui Xun, who was now using his mentor identity and dressed in a black robe, for a villain from a fairy tale, but there was more curiosity than fear.

People in the slums have no curiosity. Even children, after a year or two in the factory, will become "old hands" and learn to be silent. This child was probably a poor kid who had heard about the free education in the slums and came here specifically from nearby.

Perhaps he can make those overly mature children more lively?

Sigh, if it were a week ago, she would have thought the child was incredibly lucky, managing not to encounter any human traffickers or be kidnapped along the way, and then quickly sent him back. But now, she doesn't know what to do with a child like this.

Cui Xun also sensed the gaze from behind. He didn't chase the child away, but chuckled and answered the previous question first: "Yes, I need to relearn grammar structure, so I wanted to ask if you have any textbooks here, so I can check them out on the way."

Doreen recalled, "The parishioners brought so many 'textbooks' that there would be more than enough for every student here to have their own book."

"I'd like to ask, do you prefer books with more or fewer footnotes? Do you have a particular favorite author?"

Cui Xun pondered for a moment and replied, "Less annotations, preferably from a brand new textbook. I have a strong learning ability and don't need much extra stuff. As for the author, I don't have any special requirements. Just pick any set for me; I'll finish reading it in no time."

Doreen noticed a glint of joy in the eyes of the child hiding in the shadows; he looked as if he had found some treasure.

The two walked toward where the textbooks were stored, and the child quietly followed.

Once Cui Xun got the textbooks he wanted and the two left the storage room, he immediately rushed over, wanting to "pick up" a few.

Unfortunately, although he was clever enough to steal, the adults still had a counterattack.

"Smack."

Doreen grabbed the child's wrist.

The child turned his head with difficulty, looked at Doreen whose face was still ulcerated, stood there for a few seconds, and then blurted out a series of words: "Witch, please don't eat me. I don't bathe often, my body is filthy, and my flesh must be sour."

Doreen said helplessly, "I don't eat people, and I'm not a witch."

Although she possesses some magic, is uniquely ugly, and has indeed considered doing bad things.

The child readily agreed and immediately corrected himself, saying, "Dear Madam, please forgive my misunderstanding. I understand that I have done something wrong, but it is not irreversible."

"Thieves should have their hands chopped off, but I'm young and capable, so I think you can hire me. As long as you're willing to give me a few copper coins, no, even just meals, I'm willing to do whatever you ask."

"Whether it's standing guard, keeping watch, stealing from others, or even killing, I can do it all."

Cui Xun patted the child's shoulder and said coldly, "Killing is wrong."

The child looked confused and asked, "Don't you want the people here to work for you?"

He initially thought these were wizards and witches in the city, who were bound to do bad things, and that he could steal their evil deeds like the soldier stealing the matchbox, and then gain wealth and glory.

Otherwise, they must be leaders of an evil gang, looking to recruit people willing to risk their lives. Otherwise, there's no explanation for why they would simply hand over valuable knowledge to people who are about to die.

If you want to attend evening classes, you have to pay the factory. Where would you find someone to teach for free?

Cui Xun replied firmly, "I don't need you to risk your lives. If you have to find a reason, you can think of it as me doing charity."

"Charity?" The child had heard of this word before.

These past few days, my father's coworker has been mentioning it frequently when reading the newspaper. He'd say it was the royal family showing mercy, or that the local nobles and moral people were doing something practical, and then he'd say he wanted to thank those people.

The child didn't want to be grateful to them. His family hadn't received any money, so even if those kind people helped ten thousand people, it wouldn't affect him.

But if he could get something out of these oddballs in the slums, he wouldn't mind thanking them.

"So, if I want to thank you, could you give me a few of your books? I won't take any more than that."

Cui Xun asked curiously, "Why do you need several books? I think one is enough, and isn't it better to study here than to read books?"

The child said matter-of-factly, "Because my family is too poor, I'm going to sell my books for money, and I don't have time to go to school. I'm planning to find a job so I'll have my own money and be able to buy meat and candy for myself, without my dad's knowledge."

Cui Xun once thought he had gotten used to the "distortion" of the locals. He knew that it was difficult for people from different eras and regions to have the same understanding. He considered it an arrogance to put himself above others.

But he couldn't change his own perception, so he preferred to ignore the confusion of others and force them to carry out his ideas.

Sick cultists and pure beasts—kill them if you can; use the royal family, secret agents, police, and nobles if you can—there's no need to rush them to understand.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that education is not just about teaching people how to read and write, or how to fight for their rights, but also about teaching them how to be a person. His values ​​could be passed on to those he had helped.

Cui Xun lowered himself to look the child in the eye and seriously denied, "Your idea is wrong."

"This charity isn't about helping just one person. If we give you too many books, then when someone needs books later, they won't have enough. So these books can't be given to you, and especially not for you to sell for money."

"The high price of books is due to their high production cost and the desire of some to monopolize knowledge. But for those who need them, the value of books lies in the knowledge recorded within them, the possibility of changing one's destiny, and the hope they represent."

The child didn't quite understand, but he still tried to think along the lines of Cui Xun: "It's like buying magic beans only requires a cow, but sprinkling water on the magic beans can lead directly to the giant's hometown. Could Jack, with his courage, use this to steal the goose that lays golden eggs?"

Cui Xun never expected to hear a familiar fairy tale in another world, and now, looking at the story with new eyes, he has discovered even more meaning.

Magic beans represent books, giants represent the powerful and wealthy, and geese lay golden eggs... In the original story, it seems to be a hen? Oh well, species doesn't matter, anyway, it should represent knowledge that can make money.

This simple story seems more suitable for children than his words.

But why did Doreen look surprised?

"Doreen, haven't you heard the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk?"

Doreen shook her head: "Never heard of it. In my time, the kind of folk song that was popular was 'Daddy killed me, Mommy ate me.'"

The child straightened his chest and said happily, "This is a story my dad told me! He said it's his secret, and most people don't know it."

Cui Xun never expected to have such luck. Had he picked up a fairy tale genius on the street? It was also possible that the child's father just happened to have a few good stories to tell, but Cui Xun was willing to give him a chance.

Cui Xun waved to a believer passing by in the distance: "Kiran, I remember you're a writer? Have you ever written fairy tales? I think this child's father is very talented. Why don't you go with the child and tell the father that we can provide the child with free education?"

Although the believer didn't want to teach the child from the bottom of his heart, and didn't think that such a commoner could produce any literary genius, he still put in his best effort and rushed to the child's side in response to his mentor's request.

The child didn't want to leave; he stared longingly at the book.

Doreen tapped his head lightly, reminding him, "One. As a student, you can choose one textbook. But remember, don't damage or dirty it, or I'll make you copy a new one!"

The child said happily, "Of course, kind lady, I would never get my book dirty."

He began picking out books with great enthusiasm, and even pulled the believers who had been assigned tasks by Cui Xun to come up with ideas, while Cui Xun was deep in thought on the side.

His previous theories may be good, but they do require a certain foundation, and education is something that should cover a person's entire life.

Give children fairy tales, adults stories, and those who need them theoretical guidance. Education can be gradual, deeply integrated with life and entertainment, subtly implanting certain ideas into people's hearts amidst laughter and conversation.

If he simply wants to seize the country, he naturally doesn't need to consider his children. But if he wants every generation after him to conform to his vision and completely change the era, then he has to consider this matter.

"Hey! You people in there, what are you carrying? Come out and register!"

The voice of a royal agent rang out from outside the storage room; it was someone they knew.

Cui Xun had recently ordered him to support the construction of the slums, to build several simple medical stations and dormitories, and to repair some sanitation facilities. He acted quite quickly, which pleased Cui Xun.

Cui Xun pushed open the door and, facing the outer agent's expression that seemed to say, "What bad luck today, I actually ran into my mentor," said gently, "There are some ordinary textbooks here. If you're worried, you can come in and investigate for yourself."

The peripheral agent waved his hand repeatedly: "No need, I trust you."

"Since you are a sect recognized by the higher-ups, I won't meddle in your affairs."

Cui Xun advised, "You should mind your own business and not let certain people take this opportunity to seek benefits that do not belong to them."

The agent was somewhat embarrassed, but he reluctantly agreed and continued his registration work, while also planning the land use.

In the past, the people here were not treated as human beings, but now, perhaps a large public school will be built here, complete with a library and laboratories.

Everything is moving in a positive direction. Cui Xun thought.