Chapter 3
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"You're here." Jon did not turn around. He was still looking at the forest in the distance.
Hearing those familiar words, Angor suddenly recalled the conversation between him and his brother when they met. He couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, I'm here." Angor pointed at the ointment on the table. The servant waved a hand at Angor.
Angor sighed helplessly. He picked up the ointment and sat down beside Jon.
"Professor, you didn't follow the doctor's order again." Angor opened the glass bottle and applied the thick green ointment onto Jon's shriveled limbs.
"It doesn't matter if I do it or not." There was a trace of nostalgia and sadness in Chown's eyes. "I'm about to die. 'It' won't let me live anymore."
"Who is it?" Angor looked around cautiously. "Is it an enemy of yours?"
Jon hesitated for a while and shook his head. "No enemy. My enemy is in another space-time. "
Angor asked the mute servant to leave as soon as he heard about the "other dimension". Even though the servant could not speak, Angor would always ask the mute servant to leave whenever his teacher talked about the "past" just in case.
Even now, Angor still found it hard to believe about his teacher's background.
Jon came from another world. Or rather, another planet. Because of an accident, Jon transmigrated from his hometown to this strange land.
Angor's father saved Jon's life, and that was how everything happened.
Angor did not believe in "travel" at first. However, as Jon taught him more knowledge and built up his understanding of the microscopic and macroscopic worlds, Angor had no choice but to believe it. What Jon taught him was just a concept without any real knowledge. However, Angor already knew how valuable the knowledge was based on his own calculations. It was far beyond the current education level of Goldspink Empire.
Angor still had his doubts, but he was more or less convinced now.
The mute servant closed the door and walked down the stairs. Angor asked in a soft voice, "So … who's' it ', sir?"
Jon remained silent for a while. Then he asked Angor a question that did not convey his meaning.
"Do you believe that the world has consciousness?"
Angor was taken aback by the sudden question. He pondered for a moment before answering carefully, "You mean Gaia's consciousness?"
There was no such thing as Gaia's consciousness in the Goldspink Empire, and there was no such thing as Gaia, Mother Earth. The concept of Gaia's consciousness was something that Jon had told him. Back then, he had only treated Jon's words as a myth from another world. Who knew that Jon would suddenly ask about it?
"Similar." Jon nodded slightly. "I used to be a believer in science. Even if someone once said that the end of science was God, I never believed it. But after coming to this world, I increasingly feel that some things are slowly changing. One of them is about the Gaia consciousness. "
Chao En looked at Shan Qing Dai in the distance. "My body started to deteriorate after I came to this world. I let the parasitic chip do a thorough check on my body, and there are no signs of disease. In other words, I am not sick. "
Angor did not know what a "parasitic chip" was, but he understood Jon's words.
"If you are not sick, then why …" Angor looked at Jon's shriveled body and felt even more confused. Jon was only in his early fifties, but his appearance would not raise any suspicion even if someone said that he was in his eighties or nineties.
"Why did I become like this?" Jon mumbled to himself. He then shook his head and chuckled. "You asked me half a year ago, and I could not answer it. But … as I am about to enter my grave, 'it' seems to have calmed down a lot. It also helped me indirectly understand the source of my illness. "
"Source?" Angor looked at Jon in confusion.
"Like the Gaia's consciousness I asked you about, I think … there might be a giant collective consciousness in this world. It operates indifferently and fairly, rejecting all foreign souls. It is the consciousness of the world. As for me, this sickly body of mine is perhaps its masterpiece. " Jon looked at Angor. "In short, my body is like this because it is not acclimatized to this place. Because I do not belong to this world. "
…
In the luxurious main hall, under the crystal chandelier, there were two people sitting on each side of the long table. Behind the two people sitting were several knights in full armor.
On the left was the next heir of Padt Manor, Leon Padt. He had a frown on his face.
On the right was a middle-aged man in silver armor, whose face was obscured by a brown beard. He was Eton Morn.
Eton Morn, Count Eton. He came from the backbone of Goldspink Empire — the Morn Family. This family had existed for hundreds of years and was famous for their bravery and fighting skills.
Most of the Morn Family's elites were fighting against Heylan at the frontline. Angor did not know why Count Eton suddenly came to Grue Town.
After a moment of silence, the knights on both sides began to unleash their auras. The Morn Family was a family of warriors, after all. The aura of their knights soon suppressed the knights of Padt Manor. One of the knights even could not stand the pressure and let go of his sword, which fell to the ground with a loud clang. Seeing this, Leon frowned slightly and could only take the lead to speak.
"Forgive me. My knights do not know the rules." Leon waved his hand. The knights behind him immediately saluted and took a step back. This simple action had easily suppressed the surging momentum of the opposing knight. "Is Count Eton's sudden visit about the supply at the frontline?"
Heylan was not a big country, but most of its land was made up of islands. They were scattered like stars between the Blue Sea and the Stormy Sea. Goldspink Empire was not strong in naval warfare. They could only defend the coastline passively against Heylan's invasion.
After a long time of stalemate, and the lack of fresh water near the coastline, the supply of water was naturally shared by the nearby towns. Grue Town was one of the links in the supply chain.
The supply of water to the frontline was all done by Padt Manor. Ordinary townspeople might not know about this, but as the owner of Padt Manor, Leon knew.
"It's all thanks to the Padt Manor's support these past few months. Otherwise, our Vanguard Battalion would not have survived. " Count Eton expressed his gratitude and changed the topic. "Of course, the supply of water is not a problem. I'm here today to ask about something."
"What is it?" Leon raised an eyebrow.
Eaton smiled, but his beard covered his face, making it difficult to see him clearly. However, Leon did not see any smile in Eton's eyes.
"Have you heard of Morning Dew, Viscount Padt?"
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