After Maxing out all Classes Chapter 250: The teachers arrived

Suofa used the parchnt on the stone table, picked up the pen, stained it with so ink, and then focused and wrote on the parchnt with very careful movents.

She wrote the genealogy of the "Smith family". From the first head of the family, she wrote it down, level by level, and wrote hundreds of nas in the twinkling of an eye.

Interestingly, she did not write these nas in the sa handwriting, but wrote them in a different handwriting for every two or three generations.

It turns out that the genealogy of a family with a long history cannot be written by the sa person. A person writes two or three generations at most on the genealogy before he runs out of life and die, so every two or three generations will be replaced with a new handwriting. Only in this way can it look seamless.

Everyone can't help but sigh, "impressive, so its this exquisite."

Xuelu said, "the most powerful thing is the mory of SUofa. How do you rember these hundreds of nas?"

Suofa shrugged. "No, I can't rember them all! Only a few of the more famous guys in history are the real nas, and I picked up more than half from other nas. "

Everyone:

She revealed her fraudulent act!

Suofa continued to write, one layer at a ti, and finally, the na "John Roland Smith" appeared, and four more nas were written under this na, each of which was marked with their wife's na, birthday, and death.

"These are John Roland Smith's four sons." Suofa said, "they are all real nas. the more modern nas they are, the more you have to use their real nas, real birthdays and real death dates, otherwise theyll be exposed easily."

With that, she drew a line under John Roland Smith's fourth son and wrote "Robb Smith" here, his birthday on September 10, 1324, a Virgo 20 years ago.

Robn laughed, "Yo, it seems that this is my false identity."

Suofa nodded, "it doesn't matter if you use Robb as your na. There are eight hundred people with the sa na in the Kingdom of Gran, if not a thousand. You don't have to worry about people realizing it's you. In other words, I suspect your na is not Robb at all, and the na you used in Westwind Town is just your pseudonym. "

Robb froze slightly and then laughed.

The three adventurers next to him also froze, and after a few seconds, Gorda smiled and said, "that's right! Now that I think about it, Mr. Robb has been using pseudonyms all the ti. If I rember correctly, the na you first reported to was Vishmonamochen de Buyaud or sothing which should be your real na. "

"Wow, so you know everything now." Robb was happy and recalled the situation when he ca to this world half a year ago. He couldn't help laughing. He hadn't been so happy for a long ti. mories are always a happy thing.

"Now you are Robb Smith, the grandson of the wind magician John Roland Smith and the only survivor of the Smith family. You need to make up another story about why you didn't die in the Black Earth Tower, and then you need to be able to explain where you've been hiding for the last 16 years and why you haven't co out," Suofa said. While you are making up the story, I will make this genealogy look old, rub it with sand, bake it, bake it with fire, deliberately pour the ink on it and wipe it off, roll it up and open it again and again. I need to make it look like an old family tree that has been treasured for many years, rather than a fake that has just been written. "

Suofa said, "Itll take a while. It will take a few days. In addition, I have to make a family emblem, make a fake seal, and stamp several fake letters. When all this is done, you can use this false identity to blend into the school to learn the thod of making magic items."

Robb gave her a thumbs-up gesture and said with a smile, "then please!"

A few days passed in a flash.

That evening, a huge caravan appeared at the southeast gate of Westwind Town.

It is called "huge" because its scale is really much larger than an ordinary caravan. The largest caravan ever seen in Westwind Town was from Gugu and Jiji, who ca to get iron swords and armor and dispatched more than a dozen carriages, which is already a rare occurrence.

This ti the caravan was packed with hundreds of live cattle, hundreds of live sheep and hundreds of live pigs, which filled the whole official road. The official road was full of heads.

The guard in charge of guarding the town thought there was an attack, so he almost rang the bell, but fortunately he stopped quickly.

This batch of livestock was, of course, sent by her Majesty, and Gugu and Jiji were in this huge caravan, accompanied by the first batch of old craftsn who ca to Westwind Town as teachers.

When these old craftsn received orders from the Queen that they would co to WEstwind Town to "teach", most of them felt uneasy, and many people even worried that the army of the desert kingdom would break through Westwind Town and were a little reluctant to set out.

It was not until the news that the army of the Desert Kingdom was defeated that they finally felt at ease and could boldly co to Westwind Town. However, they left their hotown and ca to an unknown town to live a new life, which still filled them with worry and fear about their future.

By this ti, it was February 1345, and spring was nearby. It was still the cold winter, and the roads were cold and snowy. The old craftsn followed the caravan for several days, tired, and were blown by the wind, rain and snow. All of them were black with cold.

It was not only cold for them, but they were also filled with questions about their future, which made them feel no joy at first sight of the town gate of Westwind Town. They all had a fear of entering the Tiger's den. They don't know what the lord here is like and whether they will embarrass themselves.

Just when they were nervous, the gate of Westwind Town opened, and instead of sitting in a wheelchair, Robb ca out with his legs straight and stood solemnly by the gate with the most solemn welco.

Gugu and Jiji thought Robb was here to welco them, but when they ca forward quickly and were about to say hello, Robb moved his feet and kicked the two rchants aside. Then he smiled at the old craftsn behind them and said, "Hello, teachers. My na is Robb. Welco to Westwind Town!

Huh? The old craftsn froze slightly, feeling a little strange. Isn't Robb the lord of Westwind Town? Wh did the lord co out to et people like us in person? He spoke so gently and amiably too, and he attached great importance to his attitude.

For a mont, everyone felt a little flattered.

Their fear of Westwind Town and the worry about their new life can not help but be eased by a lot.