Chapter 249: Be More Confident
Matthew pushed the door open and walked through the garden to the gate. Sure enough, he found that it was Rheagar shouting.
He did not open the gate.
Instead, he said to Rheagar through the fence,
“We’ll talk about the sword oil tomorrow or the day after. I’ll go to the lord’s manor to find you.”
Rheagar banged on the railing.
“Open the door first. Other than sword oil, I have something important to discuss with you!”
Matthew stared at him and suddenly smiled. “You are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
Rheagar said righteously,
“What makes you think I did it on purpose? I didn’t know Sif was at your house.’
Alright…
Matthew couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and silently opened the door to let Rheagar in.
“Come in, but you have to find a place to sit first. I’ll talk to you about sword oil after I’m done with Sif’s lesson.”
Rheagar did not answer. He just snorted and impatiently entered the door.
However, as soon as he entered, he saw Sif looking at him with righteousness.
A smile of embarrassment appeared on Rheagar’s face.
“I’m sorry, baby. I forgot that you were having classes at Matthew’s house today.”
As he spoke, he shamelessly sat down beside Sif.
At this moment, Peggy brought a cup of hot coffee and a cup of lemon tea from the kitchen.
Rheagar naturally took a cup of coffee and took a sip.
“Thank von – Your cooking is not had. much better than our Madam Wesley’s-”
Peggy stared at him.
Rheagar felt goosebumps on his back from being stared at. He hurriedly put down the coffee in his hand and apologized repeatedly,
“So this cup isn’t for me? Sorry, sorry.” Peggy’s soul fire calmed down a little.
However, in the next second.
She saw Rheagar naturally take the cup of lemon tea and take a big gulp. As he drank, he said,
“So this cup is for me!” “Ha! The taste is really good.” Seeing this scene.
Sif’s cheeks puffed up even more.
Peggy also looked like she was about to make a move.
Fortunately, Matthew stopped her in time.
He knew that Rheagar was here to make things difficult for him.
However, for the sake of the tax exemption policy, Matthew didn’t mind as long as it didn’t affect his classes.
He ignored Rheagar, who was sitting like an old man and continued to tell Sif about history.
It was strange.
Previously, when it was a one-on-one lesson, Sif looked uneasy.
Now that Rheagar was interfering, she became very serious. She took note of every important point that Matthew made.
He finished a long paragraph.
Sif suddenly asked,
“Matthew, why do many people from the evil faction always seem stupid in history books?
“What I mean is that they might not be really stupid, but many times, they have better choices.
“I discovered that there were many similar records. In those historical stories, the protagonists who played the role of justice often only needed to use a little strategy, and the big bad guys from the evil camp would obediently fall for it.
“If it weren’t for the fact that these were all real historical facts, I would have suspected that the bards had fabricated them to fool us.
“You should have seen a lot of bad guys. Are they really that stupid?” Regarding this question.
Matthew pondered for more than three minutes before he slowly gave his answer.
Putting aside the contrast between good and evil in the division of factions and putting aside the survivor bias in the compilation of historical stories, I can give you a relatively positive answer. Yes, in the process of life and adventure, most of the characters we encounter in the evil faction are not smart.”
Sif held her chin with one hand and asked curiously,
“Why? Were the people of the Evil Faction born ignorant?”
Matthew shook his head.
“No, I think the root cause of this phenomenon is the lack of education.”
As he spoke, he noticed that Lara, who had been listening in the corridor, could not help but walk over.
Matthew gestured for her to sit down and said without hesitation,
“Most of the evil organization members are not very smart.
“The organizations I’m talking about include the Evil Art Masters, Arsonists, Witherers, Red-letter Hunters, and the Underworld natives
“Take the Order of Calamity as an example. I once killed a Gnoll Sorcerer named Anderson.
He’s a tier four Evil Art Master, and he’s really powerful. If he’s smart enough, I might suffer a huge loss.
“Fortunately, he was only a Gnoll.
“And I am a human mage who has received sufficient education.
“The fact that I could defeat him didn’t mean that I was naturally better than him.
“It’s because my background completely crushed him.
“Just imagine it.
“If you were a gnoll, what could you do? “Can you do better than Anderson?
“Maybe you think you can…
“If you were a talented Gnoll born in a barren underground tribe, your parents were no different from other Gnolls. They gave you life and loved you very much, but none of them could abandon their jobs to accompany you.
“When you were born, they had to go out to hunt and fight day and night.
“The only ones accompanying you are the gnoll cubs who know nothing about this world like you.
“Fortunately, you were very smart..”
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