After dinner, Roland returned to his office and continued to copy the basic mathematical knowledge in his mind onto paper.
He didn't have a photographic memory, not only that, but his memory would also decline over time. Due to his profession, mathematics and physics were still frequently used subjects, but other knowledge such as history, geography, biology, chemistry, and so on, had probably regressed to an introductory level. Therefore, regardless of whether he used it or not, the earlier he wrote down the content he hadn't forgotten, the more knowledge he could retain.
Every time he filled a piece of paper, he would let Scroll glance at it. As long as she looked at the content, it was equivalent to permanently preserving it. Unfortunately, Scroll's ability was only related to memory, it couldn't make her self-taught those high school mathematics knowledge. Therefore, when he had free time, Roland would explain it to her again.
Of course, for a teacher like him, imparting knowledge was a very interesting thing. Especially when he saw Scroll's startled expression, or when she suddenly realized something after thinking hard, he felt a special sense of accomplishment in his heart. However, Roland knew that this also had something to do with the target of the teaching. Although Scroll was nearly forty years old, her magic had greatly slowed down the aging of her face. The skin of her cheeks was still tight and rosy, and her long black hair was simply tied behind her head, making her look mature and capable. The fine wrinkles at the corner of her eyes didn't destroy the overall beauty, but instead served to accentuate her steady temperament. In a movie, she would definitely play the role of an elegant and versatile teacher. But now, he was able to make his "teacher" dumbfounded. This contrast was quite pleasing to the eye.
While Roland was writing from memory, he was also thinking, what was the magic of this world?
It was everywhere, whether it was the depths of the North Slope Mine or the Impassable Mountain Range, west to the Barbarian Land, east to Seawindshire, witches could use it to release all kinds of incredible power. If magic was regarded as electricity, then witches were electrical appliances with different functions. But obviously, it was much more incredible than electricity, more like a kind of energy close to the "Origin".
For example, the Witch Cooperation Association's Cara, Vendy said that she could summon four kinds of magic snakes, called Death Sentence, Pain, Petrification, and Nothingness, each with different venom effects. Another example was Nightingale. Her mist almost distorted the space around her. The manifestations of these abilities were ever-changing. Apart from the word 'origin', Roland really couldn't think of any more appropriate words.
If he had to give a definition to the Origin, it would probably be a rule that was universal and universal. In the latter half of Einstein's life, he was determined to integrate the four fundamental forces of the universe into a theoretical framework, which was the so-called Grand Unification Theory. In a sense, what he was doing was searching for the origin. Could there be a universal rule that could be used in any universe?
At this point, Roland could not help but let his imagination run wild. Could it be that such a power also existed in his previous world, but there were no witches to release it, so it had been ignored by people?
No matter what, Roland could only think about it. After all, with the current level of technology, he could not analyze this power at all.
Therefore, promoting industrial development and promoting the progress of civilization was his main task.
Perhaps one day, people would be able to directly use this power without the help of witches – a universal super energy that could be transformed into multiple effects at the same time, just thinking about it made people excited.
"Your Royal Highness?" Seeing the Prince's intoxicated appearance, Scroll couldn't help but ask.
"Ahem," Roland recovered from his delusion, coughed twice, looked at the candle that was about to burn to the end, and said, "Let's stop here for today."
"Yes," she bowed her head and was about to leave when she unconsciously slowed down her pace.
Roland didn't hear the sound of the door closing for a long time. Somewhat baffled, he raised his head and found that the other side was still at the door. "What's the matter?"
"Your Royal Highness …" Scroll hesitated for a moment, "I want to ask you a question."
"Go ahead." Roland nodded, put down the quill in his hand, and raised the cup to drink some water. Everything about these witches was good, except for one thing, they were too lacking in self-confidence. They were like rabbits that poked their heads out of the hole, and when there was even the slightest movement, they would be scared and shrink back into the hole, never daring to come out again. He guessed that her question would be something along the lines of "Why are you willing to take us in, are you not afraid of the threat of the Church" and so on. Nightingale and Vendy had already asked him many times. But since the other side had put on such an attitude, he naturally had to answer them seriously, so that they could deeply feel that he should treat his comrades with the warmth of the spring breeze.
"You … Is it possible for you to marry a witch?"
"Pfft," Roland almost spat out the water in his mouth, "Uh, why do you ask this question?"
"I …" Scroll opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.
Marry a witch? The first thing that appeared in Roland's mind was Anna's figure. From the time he met her in the cage, her pair of lake blue eyes had left a deep impression in his heart. Witches were women who had awakened from ordinary human beings. Their abilities were outstanding, and from their appearance to their bodies, they were all superior to ordinary people. If they were in modern society, they would certainly be the focus of attention. So, what was there to hesitate about? Since that was the case —
He looked at Scroll and replied with a smile, "Why not?"
*****
Vendy rubbed her sore shoulders and returned to her room.
Her overly heavy chest always brought her a lot of trouble, especially when she was standing on the top of Little Town's wooden shed. She had to raise her hands slightly backward to maintain her body's balance.
According to the results of the first trial, Little Town had made a number of improvements. For example, the place where she was standing had a simple shed, not only to shelter her from the wind and rain, but also to protect her from the sun. A ring of bark was hung around the hull to reduce the impact when docking. Two short cement piles were installed on both sides of the ship to make it easier to fix the ship with hemp ropes.
After nearly a month of training, her ability to control the wind had also greatly improved. Now the ship was more stable, and the speed could be fast or slow under the influence of the wind. She also learned to use the existing wind to adjust the magic consumption, so that she could persist for a longer time.
Nightingale had finished her bath before Vendy, and was already sitting on the bed in her pajamas waiting for her.
But to her surprise, the other side had an irrepressible smile on her face.
"Did something good happen?" Vendy couldn't help but ask. The latter shook her head and didn't say anything, but the smile on her face deepened.
Vendy's mouth twitched. After the last night's talk with her, her mood had been low, and it was only after the recent popularity of Gwent in the castle that her mood improved. Why was she suddenly smiling like a flower today? Where had that expressionless and taciturn Shadow Assassin whom he had first met in Silver City gone?
Forget it, Vendy took off her clothes and stepped into the wooden bucket filled with hot water. She probably won a good card. (To be continued.)
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