Wu Qiren sat in the classroom. His hands flew across the keyboard as he quickly recorded the discussion between the other two students.
"Enlightenment is to get rid of the immaturity that one brings about, such as laziness and cowardice. When Kant expounded on enlightenment, he emphasized that everyone has reason, which is universal reason. "
The other student replied with a pleasant voice.
"The universal reason born from enlightenment was excavated and used to its fullest extent. That is why our era was created. Reason is supreme, infinite, and eternal. It can bring us unprecedented power —"
When Wu Qiren heard this, he put down his hands and furrowed his brows. He, who was usually gentle and polite, interrupted the other student. He raised his head and said, "Student, I think you might not have read Foucault's discussion of the relationship between power and truth, and Heidegger's discussion of technology —"
But he did not continue because when he saw the person sitting in front of him, he was so shocked that he could not speak.
Opposite Wu Qiren.
The Air Mystic, Asda Sakern, who had long brown hair and was dressed in blue, was handsome, gentle, and elegant.
Asda was looking at him gently at that moment and said with a pleasant voice,
"If there really is unrestricted power and omnipotent and omniscient reason in the world, Thales, you really —"
"Don't want it?"
Thales jolted awake from his bed!
In the dark, he clutched JC's dagger tightly under his pillow. He panted while drenched in cold sweat.
Thales turned over and jumped off the bed. His bare feet touched the expensive insulated floor tiles. His nostrils were filled with the pleasant scent of calming perfume. Only then did he realize where he was.
The bandages and plasters wrapped around his chest and other wounds were itchy and painful. It made him much more clear-headed. Only then did he calm his breathing and put JC back under his pillow.
Still in shock, he fell back and lay on the bed that was big enough for twenty Thales to sleep on.
His silk pajamas rubbed against his body, and Thales was not used to it. The bed, which had many springs as its core, was soft and smooth. It obediently sank into the contours of his body. The silk-covered Northland goose down quilt wrapped around him tightly. The smooth silk pillow imported from the Southern Coast pressed against his head and shoulders from below.
At that moment, Thales felt as if he was being squeezed from head to toe by something.
It was as if the Air Mystic had wrapped him in air and was slowly compressing him.
When he thought of this, Thales felt a wave of annoyance. He lifted the light, smooth, and comfortable blanket and landed on the ground again. He groped his way to a corner of the wall, curled up, and lay down. The hard floor and the thick wall gave him a sense of security and familiarity.
It was only then that Thales slowly exhaled and laughed in resignation.
I didn't expect this to happen to me. He knocked on the solid floor tiles and laughed at himself.
'I really miss the little ones in the sixth house. I hope Jala can take good care of them.'
However, the memory fragment that he had just found in his dream made his mood, which had just calmed down, suddenly tense up again.
Dreams were a reflection of the subconscious. The memories of his past life were probably the most deeply hidden fragments of his subconscious. But this time, even Asda Sakern appeared in his dream.
"As expected, do I still care a lot about that lunatic's words?" Thales mumbled in the dark.
A few hours ago, his brief encounter with the Mystic flashed through his mind. The Mystic's sometimes rational and sometimes casual actions, his mysterious and unfathomable power, and his almost inhuman immortal body all made him feel a chill in his heart.
Also, what he had said.
"Looks like you don't know your own nature, child."
These words appeared in his aching brain again.
Thales forced himself to chase away the unnecessary emotions of annoyance and fear. He calmed down and analyzed the Mystic's words.
'According to Asda, I'm the same as him, a Mystic … No, I'm just a person who has the potential to become a Mystic.
'Based on Asda's performance, people with this kind of potential are rare. This is a good thing for me.
'But at the moment, Mystics in this world don't seem to be a popular character.'
Asda's words were too subjective. However, if part of what Asda said was true, which was the so-called war between Mystics and humans, then Mystics were existences that almost everyone hated and would die at the sight of light.
'Also,' Thales thought worriedly. 'Asda's body … After his heart was pierced, the blue light projected from the wound … As expected, is he no longer human?
'Also, Yodel Cato. According to him, he should have reached the Abandoned House a long time ago. Did he also hear what Asda said?' Thales clenched his fist. 'Did he also know that I' lost control 'in front of the Mystic?
If Yodel knew about it, would Gilbert and King Kessel also know about it? What would they think of me? '
There were still too many questions.
For example, that neurotic, abnormally cold, and extremely suspicious father of the king.
For example, he was seven years old, but the Bloodline Lamp that was strengthened by divine arts was actually from twelve years ago.
For example, his origin, surname, and significance to the kingdom.
For example, why did the news of his return have to be kept a secret? Yodel and Gilbert practically stole him back like thieves.
For example, what was going on in this world? Medieval ecology? A high-magic world? Steampunk?
Thales slapped his head.
'No, I can't figure anything out. My basic understanding of this world is still too little.
I need a comprehensive child's enlightenment starting from basic knowledge! '
Thales exhaled helplessly.
However, his gaze immediately turned solemn.
'Enlightenment, learning, these things can be done slowly.
'But.
There's one thing I need to solve.
It's related to my life and body. '
He began to recall the Mystic's words again.
"It seems that you do not know your own nature, child.
"But it's okay. Everyone has their first time losing control. We all start from ignorance."
Thales clasped his hands in the dark and recalled the so-called 'loss of control'.
Asda used mystic energy to compress himself in the air and prepared to knead himself into a ball.
His whole body was boiling as if it was burning.
'I saw the energy ball in his hand. It should be the so-called' air wall '.
The energy ball turned red and suddenly appeared in front of me.
Then …
'Wait!
Thales seemed to have grasped the key.
'Blood and the burning sensation!'
Thales slowly sat up.
'Quide.'
The name flashed in his mind.
He had experienced the feeling of his blood boiling before. It happened during the two times Quide beat him up and abused him. The similarity between those two times and his encounter with Asda was that he was bleeding!
Thales previously thought that the burning sensation in his body was caused by the 'divine art' that Gilbert mentioned. It was caused by his blood falling to the ground.
Now, it seemed that Asda's so-called 'loss of control' coincided with the appearance of the burning sensation.
Thales suddenly realized that it was not the first time he 'lost control' in front of Asda.
The first time he truly lost control was because of Quide.
When Quide tried to kill Coria, that bastard should have been holding JC's dagger in his hand!
'How did that dagger suddenly appear in my hand?
It's as strange as the energy ball that suddenly appeared in front of me!
Quide.
Bleeding.
Burning sensation.
Dagger.
Asda.
Energy ball.
Yodel and Gilbert.
Bloodline Lamp.
Thales closed his eyes. He realized that he could not make sense of these chaotic elements.
Too messy.
Too messy.
However, he was not discouraged. Instead, a long-lost excitement rose from the bottom of his heart.
Categorizing the chaotic and complicated phenomenon, setting up a hypothesis and theoretical framework, eliminating irrelevant variables, inducing causal logic, and finally verifying the completeness of the theory.
There was also the 'uncertainty' that could never be verified, the 'endogeneity' that could never be eliminated, and the 'quasi-experimental method' and 'counterfactual analysis' that could never be perfected.
'Aren't these the alluring puzzles of social science that can never be perfectly solved? They were also my favorite games in the past.
'Moreover, this time, I'm not facing a multi-causal social phenomenon that I can't start from or verify. Instead, I'm facing a single problem that I can verify repeatedly!'
When Thales opened his eyes again, his pupils in the dark were already filled with the desire to challenge.
He tried to calm down and clarify the phenomenon he was facing.
'There are too few samples, too many variables, and the mechanism is simple. The overly complicated qualitative comparative analysis (QCA) method is not advisable.
'I'll just use the most basic Mill induction method.
'First, I'll use bleeding and loss of control as keywords to select cases and events.'
He slowly closed his eyes, and a familiar feeling surged into Thales' brain. Various chaotic elements and factors were quickly arranged in his consciousness.
According to the research objective and chronological order, for each sample, different 'conditions' (not 'causes') and whether or not the 'results' would appear were determined.
One by one, the events flashed past his eyes. He eliminated the event samples that had too many missing values, combined the conditions and results of each event, and then differentiated them in terms of level and type.
A clear and organized table appeared in his mind. Four observable and comparable event samples were arranged in it.
Sample 1:
Condition 1.1: Quide beat himself up for the first time. Condition 1.2: Bleeding. Result 1: No abnormalities.
Sample 2:
Condition 2.1: Quide beat himself up for the second time and prepared to kill Coria. Condition 2.2: Bleeding. Result 2: Loss of control, and the dagger appeared in his hand out of thin air.
Sample 3:
Condition 3.1: Asda prepared to kill himself. Condition 3.2: Bleeding. Result 3: Loss of control, and his energy ball appeared in front of me.
Sample 4:
Condition 4.1: Test his bloodline in front of Yodel, Gilbert, and that lamp. Condition 4.2: Bleeding. Result 4: No abnormalities.
After listing, he began to compare.
Seek common ground, seek differences, and summarize.
The table was slowly simplified, normalized, and combined to form a paragraph of text.
Thales opened his eyes gently.
Conclusion: Encountering a murder event while bleeding has a probability of being accompanied by the so-called 'loss of control'. The surrounding objects or energy will shift to varying degrees.
No, this conclusion is still too preliminary.
First of all, the sample size is too small. Second, some interfering variables cannot be eliminated.
Then, the 'murder event' seems too far away. It might be a false mechanism. Could it be that the murder event triggered something, and that thing is the real cause of the loss of control?
Also, I have to think of a way to include the lamp in my consideration.
In the end, I can only prove that the degree of correlation between a few events is still insufficient in terms of causal inference.
No matter what … Thales turned over and lay down. At least I have a preliminary conclusion regarding 'loss of control'.
Then, the next step of research …
Thales exhaled. He suddenly felt a wave of fatigue in his brain.
As expected, he rubbed his temples fiercely. Is thinking about these things too much for a seven-year-old's brain?
But he was surprised to realize that something was wrong.
The logical conclusion and deduction just now should have been written down on a piece of draft paper with a pen.
But the actual process of executing it in his brain … Was it only for an instant?
After a while …
Thales slapped the floor and felt the pain in his brain.
As expected, from mystic energy and loss of control, to the so-called bloodline, to this monstrous efficiency of thinking … This body, this brain …
There's something unusual. '
As Thales thought about this, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
When Thales was politely woken up by Gilbert, he realized that he was back on the bed and was neatly covered by the blanket.
"Good day, Thales, my respected young Sir."
Gilbert respectfully pulled open the French curtains. The afternoon sun shone in through the huge window, brightly illuminating the luxurious and comfortable room.
The gorgeous insulated floor tiles with star patterns, the reclining sofa made of giant lizard skin, the wide four-poster copper bed, the large Crystal Drop chandelier on the ceiling, and the overlaid fireplace were all presented before Thales' eyes.
All of these constantly reminded him that his life was no longer the same.
It was hard to believe. A few hours ago, he was still a young beggar from a gang whose life was hanging by a thread.
And now, he was actually the bloodline descendant of the highest ruler of the entire Constellation.
"It is two o 'clock in the afternoon now. I sincerely suggest that you wake up and eat now. It will effectively promote the recovery and maintenance of your body," the middle-aged noble said in a lukewarm tone, but Thales could feel that he was urging him to hurry up.
Gilbert winked in a friendly manner and said with a smile, "Also, as per His Majesty's wish, our first class will begin in the afternoon.
I believe that you must have many questions, and I will be happy to answer them for you. "
Thales rubbed his eyes and yawned as he took off his uncomfortable silk pajamas. He fumbled around and put on the usual noble robe that Gilbert had prepared for him.
"Very good." He narrowed his eyes and said lazily, "I love classes the most."
Also, Thales closed his eyes and thought quietly, 'I was having a good sleep. Who stuffed me back into bed from underground?'
"Sir Thales, you must like this pair of pants very much."
"Huh?"
"Because you are putting it on your head."
"What? With this kind of appearance, it's actually pants? "
"Sir Thales, it seems that you also have a special liking for that button-down jacket."
"Oh, it is a jacket that is worn outside."
"Sir Thales, I think you will need the leather belt on your left."
"Hmm, thank you. I was wondering why I kept falling down."
After a while …
"Sir Gilbert."
"Yes?"
"Please help me. Put on these damn clothes."
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