On the morning of September 26, the Oslo Special Service Department temporary classroom.

In the past, members of the Special Operations Division, who always do their own things, were sitting here obediently and listening carefully to the temporary teachers on the podium, except for the part of participating in daily patrol tasks.

Moser looked at the teenagers and men and women sitting in a straight position below the stage and nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that everyone is very motivated to study. I don't talk nonsense anymore, just start."

‘Damn motivation to learn!’

The young man Aidan felt his head hurt again, and he subconsciously touched his forehead.

'If you hadn't asked the minister to issue an ultimatum, those who didn't come would be responsible for the consequences, who would have come to listen to your boring preaching...'

Although he thought he was staring at the special consultant on the stage with a dissatisfied and rebellious look, in Moser's eyes, the child felt completely harsh and pretending.

This attitude of being undestructive and simply showing off was naturally ignored by Moser.

Today, in order to add some scholarly temperament to himself, Moser specially wore a pair of gold-edged flat glasses.

Pushing his glasses, Moser tapped the temporary podium with the instruction stick in his hand.

"Everyone, I'll ask you a question first."

Looking around the good babies with different eyes in the audience, Moser raised his hand and said, "Does anyone know what famous inheritance has been in the Nordic Republic since the mythical era? Those who know, please raise your hand. Answering correctly will increase your impression in my heart."

Peleus pressed his forehead and complained in his heart, "What the hell is the impression point... Can you change props with you?"

Mosse, poisoned by the omniscient system, did not realize that something was wrong with his words. He looked at the members of the Special Operations Division below the stage with anticipation.

Helmuk, who happened to be on the offside today, groaned, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and did not stand up, and said with a sneer, "What's the point of answering this kind of question correctly? You shouldn't just want to delay... Wow!"

Before Mr. Barrying the Elf had finished speaking, the chair he was sitting on suddenly fell apart. The muscles were suddenly slumped on the ground in a mess, looking around with a confused look on his face.

"puff……"

The depressing laughter from the classroom made Hulmuk's face flushed with anger.

"Who is laughing! Stand out for me! I must drag you to the training ground to teach you a good lesson!"

Moser put his hands on his hips and said with concern, "Oh, why are you so careless? Come and change our muscle tumbler to a larger chair. Who made his mass too big?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

There was a lot of laughter in the classroom, and Hulmuk was so angry that he shivered all his body. No matter how he could beat all his colleagues in the classroom.

Although he knew it was the bastard on the stage who was messing around, Helmuk could only lower his head and pretend that nothing happened under the sharp gaze of Daniel who was listening.

When the staff held back a laugh and brought a larger chair for Helmuk, Moser ignored the guy who wanted to make trouble.

"Well~ Go back to the point, can anyone answer the question just now?"

"Swish"

Moser smiled approvingly and tapped the girl who raised her hand with the instruction stick.

"You will answer this classmate. Please introduce yourself first."

"yes."

The girl who stood up had snow-white skin unique to the Nordic race. Her round baby face looked very festive. She was about 1.5 meters tall and very petite. She looked only 14 or 5 years old, and she seemed not yet adult.

‘The Special Operations Division also recruits minors?’

"Hello Consultant Messe, my name is Molina Ambel."

Although this girl looks weak, her voice is very high and her expression is vivid. She should be a very energetic child.

Seeing that Moser's eyes showed a confused look that made her very familiar, Morina shrugged helplessly and added.

"By the way, I'm already 23 years old, not the student I imagined by Mr. Consultant."

“……Eh?”

Moser was stunned for a moment when he heard the other party's words, "The legal creature like Loli... actually exists."

"Ahem~"

Fortunately, Moser still remembers that he was in class. After retracting his thoughts, he pretended to be calm and reached out to the legal loli and said, "Okay, Miss Molina, please tell me your answer."

Morina smiled without any timidly and said, "The Nordic Republic has left a lot of inheritance from the age of mythology to the age of mortals. The closest to our era, the most immersive one should be the Vikings who were famous all over Europe back then."

Morina looked at Hulmuk who was still depressed, covered her mouth and chuckled, "By the way, our colleague Hulmuk has obtained a part of the Viking heritage, and he inherited the Viking Bears."

“Oh~”

Mo Se's eyes showed a look of a daring look, "No wonder this silly man often gets furious for no reason, and his brain is not very useful. It turns out that it is the blood of the Berserker that makes him unable to effectively suppress his boiling anger."

“Good answer.”

Moser waved down with the whip and signaled Molina to sit down.

"Morina gave us a head. At least I remember her name. Please don't be shy and try to speak as enthusiastically as possible."

"Runish Warrior."

"Ranker."

"wizard."

"Druid."

Hearing the answer given by Cherie, Moser finally nodded with satisfaction, "Everyone is right, but Cherie has talked about the key points."

"Whether it is a druid or a rune warrior, there is a kind of inheritance throughout the mysterious system of our Nordic Republic."

Moser waved his hand and drew a rune in the air, giving it the meaning of destruction, and the blazing flames burned in a small area in the classroom.

The students in the classroom showed fear and subconsciously moved their bodies backwards.

Whether it is humans or other animals, fear of fire is an innate nature.

"Ruen Rune."

Moser dissipated the runes in the air, and smiled and said, "After entering the Special Operations Division, you should have been exposed to some theological knowledge."

"In Nordic mythology, the Lun rune is a universal symbol, and in the age of mythology, it was used as a record text."

"The caster... is the druid in Norse mythology. He can use it to cast magic even if he injects magic into the Rune of Lun."

"Inherited to the present, there are more than 10,000 inscriptions recording Lun runes throughout the Nordic Republic."

Moser took out a black watercolor pen and drew 24 Lun runes on the whiteboard.

"Thanks to the modern and developed information dissemination channels, you can see 24 original Luns' writing methods by searching the information online."

Strictly speaking, the writing of the Nordic Republic was also evolved from the Lun runes from generation to generation.

After many reprints, the Rune of Lun gradually formed the early Nordic characters in modern times. There are few areas in which the original Rune was used, and only a few scholars will use it to study it.

The taciturn Vivian raised his hand and asked, "Consultant Moser, I have tried to draw the original Lun, but it is different from the special phenomenon you just showed, nothing happened. Is it the method I used wrong?"

Moser smiled and said, "This is exactly what I want to say."
Chapter completed!