The debate had already reached the climax, and no one dared to answer Earlton's sharp questions. If the revolutionaries couldn't come up with a response, then the conservative faction would emerge victorious.
However, right at this moment, someone suddenly barged into the venue.
Everyone turned to look at the strange duo at the entrance. The short-haired young man and the half-elf girl didn't seem to have anything to do with this debate, so they were even more perplexed as to why they were here.
"Who is he?"
Earlton glowered at Meg with a cold expression. If he could end this debate with a single sentence, then his reputation in the academic world would definitely skyrocket. As such, he was naturally not in a good mood to be interrupted at such a crucial moment.
"Is he the chef from the royal banquet yesterday?"
Erma faltered slightly at the sight of the father and daughter duo standing at the entrance. He had also attended the royal banquet the day before, so he naturally still remembered this pair of father and daughter. However, he didn't think that he would see them here again. Could it be that the debate was going to provide free meals? Did they invite him here to cook for them?
"That's right. Why is he here instead of cooking for His Majesty?" Roy looked at Meg with furrowed brows.
The revolutionaries were also quite perplexed as they didn't know who this intruder was.
"Teacher Luna."
Amy hugged Ugly Duckling a little tighter as she greeted Luna with a smile.
"Amy, Mr. Meg." A faint smile appeared on Luna's nervous face. Even though he was a little late, Meg had still arrived, and the debate wasn't over yet.
"My apologies, I was delayed on the way here."
Meg nodded in an apologetic manner. He wasn't the one who had made the breakfast, so it was a little difficult for him to choose. He had always been a punctual person.
"Mr. Meg, this way please." Byron rose to his feet with a smile on his face.
"Alright." Meg gestured for Amy to stand beside Luna while he made his way over to Byron.
Eldon said unhappily, "Lord Byron, what do you mean? The head-to-head battle was still in progress, so how could they allow irrelevant people to interrupt? What's more, he's a chef who doesn't even know how to count. Do you want a chef to come on stage and debate for you? "
The people from the conservative faction burst into laughter. They looked at Meg with disdain. How could a chef know how to count? Then wouldn't they be the same as chefs?
"Not only is Mr. Meg the chef who won the best dish award, but he's also the one who came up with the Mamy Multiplication Table. It's exactly because of his exceptional research that it's so easy to popularize arithmetic, and that's why this debate is taking place. "Byron looked at Mag with a hint of approval in his eyes as he said," How can you say that he has nothing to do with this? Among the people present, who was more qualified than him to sit here? Today, he is our sixth debater! "
"He's the Mr. Meg who came up with the Mamy Multiplication Table?!" Lister's eyes lit up.
The simple and catchy formula was imbued with astonishing wisdom. He had thought that someone who could come up with such an intricate formula had to be an elderly and wise scholar, but who would have thought that it would be a young man who was around his age?
The people of the reformists were also shocked to hear this.
If it weren't for the fact that they were amazed by the ingenuity of Mamy's multiplication table, which almost overturned their understanding of mathematics, they wouldn't have switched to the decimal system camp in such a short time and attempted to reform the system as rebels.
Furthermore, the person who had come up with such an intricate formula was so young, and … he was a chef?
The fact that Byron was praising Mag in such a manner made everyone reassess him in a new light. The fact that he had won the best dish award at the palace banquet indicated that his skills as a chef were already at the pinnacle of the world.
What kind of mathematical prowess did a chef like him possess?
Earlton looked at Meg with a mocking expression, and said, "No wonder your so-called multiplication table is so crude; it was created by a chef. Looks like I overestimated this formula. If I had known that this was a slobbering song that a chef came up with in the kitchen, I definitely wouldn't have participated in this debate."
The conservative party also showed a sense of superiority on their faces. They were born as nobles, and as scholars, they naturally had a sense of superiority. Even if they were facing an ordinary noble, they would feel superior to them, let alone a vulgar chef.
Even the people on the reformists' side looked a little unnatural.
Byron hadn't revealed much information about Meg, so they didn't even know his age, let alone his occupation.
For people like them who had already established a foothold in the academic world, it was inevitable that they would find it absurd to work so hard for a formula proposed by a chef.
"Catchiness is the basis for widespread dissemination. For basic education, this means that it can be infinitely replicated and quickly popularized." Meg stopped in front of the platform, and looked at Earlton with a smile as he said, "Basic mathematics is a practical subject; it's not some pretentious art. If you try to study two-digit multiplication, which even three-year-old children can easily solve, as advanced arithmetic, and praise each other in the circle to satisfy your pitiful self-esteem, then this layer of cloth will soon be torn apart by the decimal system and the multiplication table. "
Meg's gaze swept across the five old men on the platform, as well as the white-robed conservatives in the hall, and a mocking smile appeared on his face as he said, "So, you're already afraid? Afraid that those ignorant commoners will one day be able to easily come up with an answer that you have to rack your brains to come up with? When that damned sense of superiority disappears, it's going to be very uncomfortable, right? "
The conservatives' faces all changed. Meg's words were like knives. Every sentence was so sharp that it made people feel uncomfortable.
Change was a disturbing thing. Those new things made people feel unfamiliar and vigilant, so they were more willing to continue to stay in this familiar safe zone. No matter how good the new things were, as long as they stayed in the safe zone, they could continue to maintain their current state and stand in a position where people looked up to them.
The eyes of the reformists lit up. During this period of time, they had been pushed to the ground by the other party. Moreover, the other party was a leading figure in the academic world, so they were even more cautious when speaking. Unlike Meg, who was as sharp as a knife, they couldn't help but want to cheer!
Earlton pointed at Meg and said angrily, "You … You … You're talking nonsense! Mathematics isn't child's play. If a three-year-old child can calculate two-digit multiplication, I'll stop writing and go home from today onwards! However, if you're talking nonsense, then you should tell the world that your so-called multiplication table is nothing but nonsense! "
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