Chapter 902 is still in the ordinary
In the study of the "Huer" manor, the thick curtains retreated to the sides, and the white gauze covered the windows, allowing sunlight to shine in, creating a golden brilliance.
Hathaway held a quill and sat behind the desk, carefully calculating what to do, raising her head from time to time, communicating with Douglas and Fernando in simple words.
Douglas in front of the window, with a solemn expression, as if he was lost in thought, pacing back and forth in the golden realm shaped by the sun, occasionally stopping abruptly, pointing out the immaturity of Fernando and Hathaway's ideas, hitting the nail on the head, and waiting for the two of them to put forward new opinions, he started pacing again, looking like a contemplator.
Fernando sat on the sofa diagonally in front of the desk, with stacks of white paper floating in front of him, quills writing on their own on the paper without anyone controlling them, whenever he thought of something, he would say it loudly, not minding that he would make mistakes and be embarrassed.
The scene of the three of them discussing arcane and exchanging magical knowledge is like an oil painting, vivid and full of connotation, but unfortunately no one witnessed it, no one recorded this brilliant scene in the history of magic.
This discussion has been going on for many days, and all the doubts of Fernando and Hathaway about gravity, the motion system of celestial bodies, and the three laws of motion have been perfectly answered, and each has gained a lot from each other.
"When I applied calculus to the Nine Rings spell, I found that the difficulty of building was greatly reduced......" Fernando waved the parchment in his hand.
On this magically treated parchment, shadows and light coexist, and the patterns of the spell model present a unique three-dimensional effect.
"Not only the nine-ring spell, but also the magic of the three rings or more will be simplified to the greatest extent in construction, if in the past the difficulty of building and learning magic was one hundred, then now there are only sixty left." Douglas replied while pacing back and forth.
Fernando looked at the parchment in his hand in a daze, and suddenly sighed: "If the creation of calculus had been completed twenty years earlier, then the number of archmages and high-level magicians would definitely increase a lot, and the combat effectiveness of magicians of the same level would have doubled."
Douglas, who was thinking, paused and turned around, looked at Fernando and said, "How are you recovering? How is your mastery of calculus and gravity?"
"There is no problem for the time being." Fernando replied in the affirmative.
Douglas nodded: "Then please contact other organizations to express our willingness to unite, but at the same time warn them that in recent years, they would rather have no materials and hide it completely, and they should not try to act before the conflict between the church and the aristocracy reaches a peak."
"Those cowards don't dare to give them courage!" Fernando said disdainfully, then put away the quill and scratch paper, straightened his clothes, and seemed to be ready to go.
I have to say that Fernando is an activist.
Douglas turned his head and said to Hathaway: "Hathaway, it's time for you to return to Rentatt, staying here for a long time will make the church and other nobles suspect you."
"Hmm." Hathaway replied softly, but the quill in her hand did not pause.
Douglas took a breath: "The half-plane of the 'Lord of Cold' and the 'Cursed Eye' is closed and hidden, so I have to go to hell first."
After a short reunion, the three of them embarked on different paths for the future of magicians.
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Snap, the candlestick fell to the ground, fell into pieces, the broken candle flickered a few times and then went out gloomy, and the whole room fell into a state of darkness, only the sound of the beast-like lotus echoed.
"Shirley, don't be afraid, listen to me!" The sound of the lotus disappeared, and the young man's slightly hurried voice sounded, he had a pair of cat-like pupils.
The girl gasped heavily and did not respond.
"Shirley, huh, calm down, huh, I'm not a magician, trust me, I'm not a magician!" The young man's breathing was equally heavy, like a blacksmith's bellows being pulled.
The girl named Shirley slowly suppressed her breathing, and the young man replied unexpectedly calmly: "Vicente, you are calm, whether you are a magician or not, I love you the same."
This sentence was like a magical spell, and the dull and depressing atmosphere in the room disappeared at once.
Vicente's eyes seemed a bit odd and he could see things in the dark, so he quickly lit up the candlestick on the desk that had been extinguished by his slap just now.
The dim light filled the room again, Vicente had already put down the heart in his hand, wiped the blood on his hands, and rushed to the girl Shirley at a very fast pace, asking excitedly: "Really?"
Shirley's two rows of neat and fine teeth bit her lip and nodded solemnly: "I don't care what your identity is, I'm only worried about losing you, the church will not let go of the magician."
Vicente laughed, smiling like an innocent child, and turned around a few times, then he hugged Shirley tightly and kissed her sideburns: "Don't worry, I'm really not a magician, I won't be a magician for you."
"But that corpse ......" Shirley pointed to the mutilated corpse on the long table with some fear.
Vicente restrained his joy and cleared his throat: "I found some magician's relics on the edge of the swamp, which contain knowledge about magic and the mysteries of the human body."
"At first, I was indeed attracted by magical magic, but I thought of you, we have known each other since childhood, you disregarded your status as a nobleman, secretly taught me the lingua franca script and the Sylvanas script, helped me find a job as a Shantang doctor, and in order to marry me, you rejected one outstanding noble after another, which made my uncles and aunts very unhappy, how can I abandon you and embark on this path that is destined to hide in Tibet?" Vicente explained and added sweet words, which made Shirley's mouth purse and try not to let her smile leak out.
The nobles of this period still learned the words of the magic empire in private.
"So I buried all the books about magic back on the edge of the swamp, and only took back the books about the mysteries of the human body." Vicente pointed to several books spread out on the long table.
Shirley said suspiciously: "The mystery of the human body?"
Vicente's expression suddenly became serious, and his tone was soothing and emotional: "I have come into contact with too many helpless patients in the good church, and they have no money to ask the pastor to treat them with divine magic, so they can only rely on the herbs and medicines prescribed by our doctors to treat their diseases."
"Outsiders may not know very well, but as a doctor in Shantang, I understand very well that these herbs and medicines can only treat mild diseases, and for slightly more serious patients, I have to watch them wail, scream, and go to the end of their lives little by little, which makes my heart ache and makes me feel powerless, so the doctors of Shantang either slowly become cold or become crazy."
Shirley snuggled up in Vicente's arms and stroked his back: "I understand, you know, I often go to the good hall to help, and I have seen many deaths, even many patients are still children, they died in front of me like this, at that time I only hated that I was not religious enough, I couldn't become a nun, and I couldn't get magic."
"So I have always wanted to find a better formula for medicine, but I found that the human body is full of mysteries, what is the structure of the heart, I don't know, what else is in our body, I don't know, how the whole body works, become a whole, I don't know, how can this find a better formula?" Vicente's eyes were full of yearning, and his whole body seemed to be able to glow, "I want to understand the mysteries of the human body, I want to figure out what kind of thing our body is!"
Shirley looked at Vicente like this, felt that he was more charming than ever, and nodded lightly and said, "This is a good thing, but you must not go to the cemetery to disturb the peace of the dead, then, that will be discovered by the church."
"I will go to the forest and swamps to find corpses, but I can't do it, so I will study the animals first." Vicent said proudly, "When I become a famous doctor, I think my uncle and aunt will not stop you from marrying me."
Shirley's face suddenly blushed: "Actually, in fact, I came to you today because they have already, have agreed."
"Really?" Vicente was so excited that he almost jumped.
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At the gate of Rentat, people gathered, rubbing shoulders one after another, and it was very lively.
"It's so prosperous! Worthy of Rentatt!" The black-haired and black-eyed boy smiled and praised, "If the Viscount hadn't found out, I wouldn't have made up my mind to come to Rentatt, and I should really thank him!"
He squeezed into the city gate and suddenly shouted: "Rentatt! I'm here!"
"Madman." The surrounding citizens looked sideways.
But the black-haired boy didn't care, and cheered himself up: "Oliver, you will become a celebrity in this city!"
He looked around, looking for high-end hotels, and was able to read and learn drama, which fully showed that his family conditions were not bad, but his parents died early and there was no one to discipline him.
"Haha, that's it......" he said as he took out his wallet, but suddenly, his smile froze.
"Wallet, where's my wallet?!" Oliver shouted, hurriedly looking back, but where could he find the wallet?
A cold wind blew through the early spring, and the young Oliver felt the coldness of Rentat.
(End of this chapter)