"Very well, Your Highness, please straighten your arms. I want to confirm again. Well, yes, that's it..."

Like a dead fish in a hot pot, Thales stared with lifeless eyes and raised his arms with a crunch as the royal tailor said.

"If it's a welcome banquet, I wouldn't originally prefer cuffs with a too majestic style - please straighten your waist and stretch your legs, yes - but Earl Castle's requirements are very clear, you must have the calmness of a royal family

, Prince's New Style'..."

Thales, who was immersed in the "Prince's New Style", had no expression on his face and hung up numbly, feeling that his life had lost the last bit of hope worth fighting for.

This was supposed to be his math class - look at Bachelor Julio standing in front of the blackboard with an embarrassed look on his face and his hands not knowing where to go. But obviously, as the date of the welcome banquet approaches, his "schedule" is becoming more and more tense.

, his schedule became more and more full, but matters of all sizes kept coming like moths to a flame, so much so that he had to tailor a dress for a banquet during the break between math classes.

Or, in Thales' view, it is a "pre-exhibition of royal rare animals" belonging to the tailoring world.

"I failed to catch up with your appearance six years ago. As a result, you stood in the Hall of Stars wearing that suit of clothes, causing you to be underestimated by those dukes and counts who don't know the heights of heaven and earth. Hey, hey, look at it.

But I felt so distressed. After I returned home, my colleagues all congratulated me, saying, "The new style the prince wears is great." Oh, it was so funny. I explained for a long time that it was not a new work, but that the old style was taken.

Yes, I didn’t catch up with the second prince’s clothes, but who can say who is wrong? After all, you will appear as a royal surprise at that time, and it is very important to keep it secret..."

Thales didn't like the scene where the tailor was taking measurements.

This gave him the illusion that his every move was controlled by others, that he was under pressure everywhere, and that he could not be free (as if he had not been able to do so before). And when his tailor was someone who liked to plant thick hair covers and long-term sustainable growth on his head.

When you look at an old man with oily hair and a greasy face who chatters endlessly, this feeling becomes even more unforgettable and tangy.

"But I can guarantee that, Your Highness, with me here this time, you will definitely be the protagonist of the banquet. You will be more stunning than Princess Saoirse at the wedding that year... I'm sorry, I

That is to say, he is even more eye-catching than Prince Heiman at the coming-of-age ceremony. His appearance back then made me think, hehe, hehe, hehe... You know, that's not what I'm most proud of.

As for the works, the most powerful one is Another Royal Wedding - How about you broaden your shoulders? Oh, yes, it’s great..."

Master Tailor Damon elegantly put down a bunch of measuring tapes from the plate offered by one apprentice, and then picked up a ruler from the plate of another apprentice who was trembling because of meeting the prince, as if he was about to wave it like a baton.

, to cooperate with his "small talk":

"Oh, yes, originally I was not willing to boast, but since Your Highness took the opportunity to condescend to ask (Tiles dared to swear by the name of the little slick guy that he didn't ask), I am embarrassed to avoid answering.

.Well, that's right, their dresses and customer service are all designed and cut by me. Ho ho ho, oh, it's actually not something worth talking about. It's just a humble work... After all, you know, my family started from my great-grandfather.

From the beginning of the generation, we have been tailor-made for the royal family."

"At that time, the beautiful and picky 'Witch Queen' Bella came out, but from so many tailors competing for the position, I chose his work at a glance... So, after all, my family has been here for so many years.

, the reputation is tiring, and I’m used to it, it’s not a big deal. It’s just that after the work comes out, the tailors on the market always like to copy our styles. Within a few weeks, the whole kingdom will be wearing this style.

...Hey, hehe, sometimes they copy one of our mistakes in the design and regard it as a classic, which really makes me laugh...I'm not saying that we will make mistakes, Your Highness, I just feel the need to be humble.

Yes, after all these years, our Daimon family is still the royal tailor of royal clothes, and serves as the top judge in the royal capital's costume design competition. We rely on humility and low-keyness, modesty and progress, and conscientiousness..."

Fortunately, someone rescued him.

"If you can't finish the measurement," the vanguard officer Glover who was watching from the side (Doyle was sent to the kitchen to help the servants carry lamp oil as a punishment from Marius) said coldly:

"The Zawak family, who specializes in tailoring clothes for the Sun Sword and Shield family, said that it only takes thirty seconds for them to make clothes."

Master Daemon seemed to have been bitten by a dragon.

He jumped up from the stool in a mighty manner, almost reaching Thales's shoulder, and frowned angrily between facial oil and makeup:

"Hey, kid, let me tell you, if you don't believe it, go get a piece of clothing from the Zawak family. You can tell from the stitches that they are heretics in the sewing world! Today, they are all relying on their ancestors and the cotton industry.

The dirty relations of the guild..."

Glover, nicknamed Zombie, obviously did not accept this trick. He turned around and ordered another young guard:

"Nixi, go and make an appointment at Zavac's house right away..."

"OK OK!"

Master Damon waved his hands fiercely, packed up the tools at lightning speed, kicked up the two apprentices, then turned back gracefully, smiled brightly at Thales, and clapped his hands gently in the air:

"Hey, Your Highness, don't worry. With such a decent appearance like yours, you can wear my clothes again..."

He was unable to finish his words because Glover had already led the royal guards present and unceremoniously carried out Damon and the two nervous and trembling apprentices who had occupied less than half of the class.

Thales then stepped off the tiptoe stool and breathed out toward the ceiling dizzily.

He felt that the hope of life that had left him was crawling back tremblingly.

Bachelor Julio coughed slightly, drawing Thales' attention back.

But of course, he can't get back the little half of the class he lost.

"You should be more polite," Thales' math teacher stretched out his head in awe, looking at the gorgeous samples that Master Damon deliberately 'forgot':

"I heard that Master Damon's one-time transaction fee is my eight-month salary... Of course, I have no intention of asking for a salary increase... Well, not yet, not yet..."

Thales was helpless:

"I guess a gorgeous dress that wows a party is easier to boast about than the mathematical skills of calculating the error of each holy day?"

The young and promising Julio withdrew his envious and jealous eyes and said pitifully:

"I can only unfortunately and regretfully agree."

Thales smiled and returned to the desk.

"Very good, Your Highness, it seems that you can well understand and apply the two-dimensional coordinate system concept of Archdeacon Lisieux... So, now it should be much more intuitive for you to calculate the pairwise related variables..."

Bachelor Julio returned to teaching mode, with the syllabus in one hand and chalk in the other, worrying about how to cover today's content in half a class period.

"yes."

Thales looked at the graphics and numbers on the paper and sighed:

"It's amazing that such mathematical knowledge was first invented hundreds of years ago by a traditional and pious theologian."

Julio's eyes lit up:

"During the period of Jackal Sumer III, Saint Lisieux was more than just a theologian. His attainments in mathematics were no less than his divine knowledge and philosophical speculation."

"And the method you just used, using a geometric coordinate system to express the rate of change of numbers, was obtained by him to solve the problem of crowd evacuation after city celebrations. It is included in the "Gonghai City Enlightenment Collection"."

Julio's smile was very exciting. While introducing "Saint Lisieux", he was happy that the prince was actually interested in this unpopular knowledge that many nobles scorned.

"I see."

Thinking of the theology class of the past few days, Thales couldn't help but sigh:

"The Church of the Sunset, a religion that regards God as the supreme, has such talents. It's really interesting."

Julio nodded, but then his expression paused, as if he was hesitating about something:

"Your Highness, this may be a bit presumptuous, but, I know you have started taking theology classes..."

Thales raised his eyebrows:

"you know?"

Maester Julio shrugged and lowered his voice.

"I think you should, um, have a good relationship with the church. Sometimes, you might as well ignore some small conflicts of ideas, which can save a lot of trouble..."

This is a strange thing.

Thales moved his buttocks and leaned back on the chair, showing great interest.

"How to say?"

You know, Bachelor Bona in the grammar class has an old-school style, is slow and steady, and often makes shocking remarks. He would choke several Thales to death ("Your Highness, you, you are so, in such a hurry to finish class, yes, yes

Do you want to go on a date?”).

In history class, Gilbert also took up political class consciousness. He was obviously trying to make up for the "royal pretentious knowledge" in a hurry, but he was always unable to compete with the foreign minister's personal reflections on key historical events.

One class passed in a hurry, causing the progress to be seriously delayed ("Ah, Your Highness, the wonderful time always passes too fast, why not add another class today?").

Lord Menton in the nature class is synonymous with sweating profusely and smiling awkwardly. The goal of the class has already been adjusted from the original grandiose "Open your eyes to the world and persuade the Lord to see the winds of the world" to "This is your highness's question."

Just take a guess first."

As for Master Uhlan's art class, it's so pitiful that Thales always fell into a deep sleep, sweet and contented under his melodious piano music and Haloxylon ammodendron paintings, so he was regarded as saving the Duke of Star Lake from dying young due to lack of sleep.

The hero of the kingdom.

But, math teacher Julio?

Although he is an orthodox bachelor, his clumsy speech and clever calculations contrast sharply, and his simplicity and unsophistication complement each other perfectly, which always makes Thales wonder how he got into this lucrative job with both fame and fortune (

Of course, Thales later learned that Julio's father-in-law was once a big shot in the Department of Finance and Taxation, which is not difficult to explain why the latter can always produce clear and clear financial statements).

But if he were to say something like "I suggest you have a good relationship with so-and-so" in class... Thales would rather believe that the tailoring session just now is not over yet.

I saw Bachelor Julio glance at the Duke's desk a few times, a little unnaturally:

"You know, there was a time when some knowledge and research would be considered illegal by the church, and mathematics, unfortunately, was a big part of it..."

Thales's interest became more and more intense:

"Why?"

Julio took a deep breath: "Because some things, if you delve deeper into them, will touch ancient taboos and attract God's dissatisfaction."
To be continued...