"The Celtic people are the most excellent nation in the world!" Kayal's opening remark instantly stunned everyone, even Atoris.
"We possess the oldest history in the world! We are diligent and hardworking! We invent and create! We are grounded in our work! We are a million times nobler than the plundering Gauls, the restless Greeks, and the foolish Macedonians!" Kayal's words were like a cat's claws, scratching at their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys. Every citizen of Britain harbored a dream of Great Britain, just like England, the maritime hegemon before World War II.
"But why has this most excellent nation! This noblest nation, caused you to lose your wives and children, and left your families broken and dead?" Kayal's words were like a steel needle, firmly piercing everyone's hearts. A look of dejection was the expression on most people's faces, and some girls couldn't help but bury their faces in their hands and weep. That night of upheaval not only made them lose their loved ones but also plunged them into hell… Shadow? Psychological trauma!
This was their eternal pain.
"Don't you dare cry!" Kayal shouted, "Is your backbone only evident through tears?! Let me tell you what my goal is!"
"My goal is to make Camelot rise, stand among other nations, and become the strongest! I want the Romans, the Macedonians, to bow down and salute when they see us Camelot people, and to be terrified when they hear of us Camelot people!"
"Listen to me! You are the seeds! The seeds that will spread the entire Camelot civilization. I want you to bear this responsibility, to grow with me, and to invigorate Camelot with me! Are you willing to undertake this responsibility that may take a lifetime to fulfill?!" Kayal asked.
There was only one answer, gritted teeth, but these teenagers, some only in their teens, first needed to undergo rigorous training and education!
"Everyone, form six columns! Three for men, three for women!" Kayal commanded. It was their first time lining up, and they seemed quite flustered. It took a full half-hour for six thousand people to form six rows, which made them very embarrassed. They had just sworn to revitalize Camelot, but now they couldn't even line up properly, which was truly humiliating.
"Very good, now line up by height, shortest in front, tallest in back." Kayal's command couldn't be instantly obeyed; he could only let them adapt gradually.
"Remember your current positions." Kayal shouted, "Now, the first row come forward to register, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth rows sit on the ground."
The first to third rows were all girls, and they seemed a bit apprehensive. The first one was the shortest. Kayal didn't know how old the girl, who only reached his shoulder, was. Six? Five? Or even younger?
The girl with golden curly hair, like a doll, wearing ordinary cloth clothes, timidly came forward. Everyone was watching.
Kayal motioned Cyber to take a quill and record on parchment while Kayal slightly squatted to be at eye level with the little girl: "Child, tell me your name."
The little girl with golden curly hair hesitated and was a bit flustered, softly saying: "Belle, my name is Belle."
"What's your surname?" Kayal asked gently, completely different from his stern demeanor just now.
"…" After a pause, she finally couldn't help but cry: "Wuwuwu… I don't have a surname! Papa said I wouldn't have one after he died."
"Don't cry, don't let tears show your weakness. From now on, you'll take my surname." Kayal's large hand rested on her head: "Belle etoque, that's a really nice name."
"Cyber, write it down like that," Kayal said, turning his head.
"And your age?" Stroking Belle's head, it felt quite nice; Belle's golden hair was very soft.
"Se-seven years old." Belle's temperament must be introverted, with a gentle disposition and reserved demeanor, she should make a good teacher.
Kayal made this assessment in his heart.
"No. 1, Belle etoque, age seven, female."
Kayal said softly, then patted Belle's small head, "Go on, go to the very back." The constantly nervous Belle was finally relieved.
She scurried to the end. This time, a girl with tea-colored hair and two pigtails, who seemed a bit dispirited, came up. She was probably around seven or eight years old. She opened her mouth and said, "My name is Leyti…"
The girls in the first column finally finished after an hour. She stood up from the stool, rubbed her sore wrists, and bowed slightly: "Then, Young Master, it's time for dinner. I'll go manage it."
"Yes, you go." Kayal sat in Cyber's previous seat, looking at the somewhat restless other four columns with a slight smile, and said to Cyber.
Opening the list that Cyber had just registered, Kayal began to annotate, starting with the first one, Belle.
Next to Belle was: Shy, introverted, if trained, would be a good teacher.
The annotation for the second person, Leyti, was: Impulsive, strong-willed, dark-hearted, needs psychological counseling, with training, can serve as a non-commissioned officer.
As he slowly made annotations, twenty carts of food finally arrived. The carters were all versatile maids. Compared to those maids who looked like mere vases, Kayal's approach was elite education. Maids not only had to be literate, able to cook, clean, and do household chores, but also had to have a certain level of self-defense martial arts: including Wing Chun and Judo. Based on Yoga, Kayal tried to strengthen the maids' individual combat ability. Kayal didn't require them to fight on the battlefield, but they needed martial arts to handle a few strong men with their bare hands; otherwise, wouldn't he have to ask his father for guards? Since Atoris arrived, Leyton had gone back to report to his father, which is why Kayal did this.
The meal was simple: creamed potatoes, a favorite of the English, along with sweet milk soup. Since there was no corn yet, corn sweet milk soup would have to wait.
Kayal really wanted to make steamed buns and mantou, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Compared to simple bread, mixing dough, kneading, pulling dough, steaming, and time were all issues. Kayal's knowledge of food was mostly about high-end ingredients; he didn't really know how to prepare simpler things beyond having eaten them.
Creamed potatoes with white bread and sweet milk soup, one plate was just right. If it wasn't enough, one could raise a hand, and a maid would naturally come to distribute more. Distributing the food was simple, but cooking for six thousand people had the maids, who had started preparing at noon, almost exhausted.
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