It was another long paragraph, with the tone of an early Schiller script.
Xu Le vaguely understood what this relative of his was trying to convey. Due to the vast relationship between them that spanned across the Federation and the Empire, this Imperial Master was willing to help him, but he was not willing to put too much effort into it. In other words, he did not have many good methods to deal with the wrath of the Imperial Family.
This paragraph also mentioned some things that happened decades ago. The Great Teacher had clearly wrongly attributed Xu Le's ability to escape the surveillance of the Imperial chip to the small blue device, not knowing that he had the ability to extract the chip from the back of his neck.
What Xu Le was thinking more about was that if the little blue device was the uncle's invention, then the image of the former master's pocket emitting blue light as he traveled around the Federation in her mind … was naturally not real. It seemed that imagination was not the truth of history after all.
"If you are willing to help me leave the Empire, I will be very grateful."
He slightly raised his chin, unwilling to look at the middle-aged man's naked legs. After a moment of silence, he continued, "I don't have a complete understanding of the things that happened back then, but I believe that since your father could enter the Federation on a spaceship alone, he must have a very impressive spaceship."
"That spaceship is indeed very impressive."
The Great Teacher lifted his thin shirt and scratched his smooth thighs in an indecent manner. Then he lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. "But I don't know where it is. Besides, although the universe is vast, who knows how many Imperial warships are hidden in it. How did you get out?"
Xu Le was silent again, guessing how much of what the Great Teacher said was true. He tightened his grip on the gun and then loosened it. Lowering his head, he said, "That star map?"
The Great Teacher blew out a mouthful of light blue smoke and frowned his good-looking eyebrows. He said self-deprecatingly, "If I had a spaceship and a star map, I would have run to the Federation to play by myself."
"Do you know what a star map is?" The middle-aged man's inhumanly handsome face suddenly flashed with a hint of emotion. He held the cigarette in his mouth and gently exhaled the words with the smoke.
"Li Pifu might know a little, but he doesn't know where the Star Map is."
"Our Majesty, Student Huai Fu Cha, knows where the star map is hidden, but until today, he does not know the true contents of the star map."
"As for the other big shots in the Imperium and the Federation, they know nothing at all."
"In the entire universe, only I know what that star map is, and only I know where it is."
Master Fan held the cigarette between his index and middle finger and gently brushed his lush white hair. The smoke entered his hair and lingered for a long time before slowly dissipating. It was like a nebula in the sky, showing a sense of vicissitudes at an unbearably slow speed.
Xu Le was still silently holding the pistol, aiming at his head. He listened quietly and didn't say anything unnecessary. He played the role of a quiet listener very well.
"Because the star map originally belonged to our family." The slightly mocking smile on the master's face gradually disappeared, and he said in a low voice, "It passed from my father's hands to my sister's hands, and your father, Nasri, sent the bracelet back to my niece. It can be considered to have returned to the hands of our family."
Xu Le's eyes slightly froze. He remembered the bracelet he saw on Jian Shui'er's jade wrist. The bracelet was engraved with ancient letters and lyrics. He was shocked to find that the important star map, which had never appeared in historical records and was only silently sought by big shots at the level of military god Li Pifu and Lady Tai, had always been in Jian Shui'er's hands.
But there was something wrong with this matter. If the bracelet that hid the star map was passed down by Master Fan of the Imperium, why was it engraved with the ancient characters of the Federation?
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his question to the beautiful middle-aged man in the smoke.
"Why is the ancestral bracelet of Master Fan of the Imperium engraved with the ancient characters of the Federation?" The Great Teacher laughed cheerfully. The air he exhaled dispersed the smoke in front of him. The thin coat on his body fluttered uneasily. He raised his leg and stepped on the stool beside him. He praised himself and said, "This is also what I have always wanted to prove."
Master Fan stared into Xu Le's eyes and said with a charming smile, "At the very beginning, there was no Federation, and there was no Imperium. Both sides came from the same place in the universe … and I have to narcissistically come to a conclusion that our family should occupy a very important place in this period of history."
The inference was not complicated, and the conclusion was not narcissistic. Instead, it was very logical. However, there was no shock on Xu Le's face. Instead, there was some indifference. He shook his head and said, "Many historians in the Federation are doing research in this area, but in front of the flames of war, this kind of experiment is not very meaningful."
"Because my ground is higher, the Imperium has to believe what I say," the Great Teacher said calmly.
Xu Le silently agreed with the Great Teacher's statement.
"There is a great calamity in the history of the Federation, but what is a great calamity? Have you ever dug up a prehistoric relic underground? " Master Fan waved his arm and said disdainfully, "Only you poor mechanical citizens brainwashed by broken computers would not conduct in-depth research on these matters. What do you mean by not very meaningful? I have evidence to prove that both sides are relatives. That is enough. "
"The Federation's current research also believes that the great calamity is a disaster for the prehistoric civilization. This point coincides with your thoughts." Xu Le looked at the excited Great Teacher and said with a shrug, "Alright, the Imperium might be a branch of that prehistoric civilization, and our families might be relatives. But where is your evidence?"
"Is the bracelet on my beautiful niece's wrist not evidence?"
"First, you have to show evidence that she is your niece."
"Look at this face of mine." Master Fan raised his head and forced his face, which could be described as peerlessly beautiful, to come before Xu Le's face. "Think about Jian Shui'er's face. Where can you find such excellent genes?"
"That does make some sense," Xu Le said with a shrug again, "but don't forget that your princess is not very beautiful."
"There is still a lot of evidence and numerical units. How can there be the same astronomical units and dating methods that are so outrageous in different universes? Be it the Federation or the Imperium, as long as the big shots in power are willing, they can start a comparison work that involves all aspects of human society, "Master Fan said sarcastically.
Master Fan said mockingly, "It's a pity that what should have been the warmest and most exciting reunion in the history of mankind was directly turned into countless massacres by those greedy mineral merchants of the federation."
The middle-aged man opposite him looked like a licentious playboy, but after all, he was the most mysterious and honorable Great Teacher in the Imperium. Whether it was his psychological inclination or his position, of course, he was on the Imperium's side. Xu Le had no intention of refuting his ridicule.
"Why am I so interested in Schiller? Not only because his popular novels in the middle period of his life seem to me to be the best way for humans to pass the time and survive the hardships of life, but also because I feel that from his works, I can clearly see the similarities between the Imperium and the Federation.
"There is no one in this world, no one with a brain that can come up with so many plots that require different life experiences, insights, and even extreme insights to write. According to my request, the Imperial Intelligence Agency collected a large amount of Schiller's works. The more I read, the more I feel that the person who can write so many scripts and novels … can't be the same person. "
Xu Le listened to him in silence, feeling a little strange. Regarding this question that had troubled the Federation's literature research institute and the folk celebrity gossip fans for countless years, he suddenly thought of something. Could it be that Schiller really did not exist, and was not a sockpuppet of one of the five, but … was it written by an old thing?
"Schiller is not the same person." Great Teacher Fan raised his head slightly, his gaze passing through the smoke and the black cloth to look at the white courtyard outside, the green trees, and the high sky. "Or rather, those books were not written by the same person. He was just a narrator."
Xu Le was still silent. He originally thought that tonight's visit to the Great Teacher Fan Manor was ridiculous, but after the conversation, he realized that the owner of this white courtyard was indeed not an ordinary person.
"Shouldn't you put down your gun? Although we are not related by blood, you still have to call me uncle. "The Great Teacher suddenly changed the topic.
What kind of uncle is this? Xu Le thought silently in his heart. However, in the Imperium, it was not a bad thing to have such an influential uncle. His father, who had died in a mining accident, seemed to have benefited him greatly. He only hoped that his mother and sister in the underworld would not mind that he had randomly recognized a relative.
He put down his gun.
"This makes me feel much better. I can continue talking about my research over the years." Great Teacher Fan looked at him with an amiable smile and said, "My hobby since childhood has been literature. After obtaining six bachelor's degrees from the Imperial University, I finally chose to focus my life on comparative literature research.
"Comparative literature research between the Federation and the Empire. Yes, I am the only one in this department. From the head of the department to the lecturers to the students, I am the only one … I believe that in the entire universe, I am the only one in this field. It is absolutely unique."
The middle-aged man smiled very proudly.
Every generation's Great Teacher was a stunning talent, a figure who was close to a god in their own field. Xu Le had long acknowledged this fact, but he really did not expect that this generation's Great Teacher Fan seemed to be a youth, a middle-aged man, or perhaps an old man who was intoxicated by literature.
"I have written countless unpublished papers to prove that Schiller's novel scripts have many texts that are too similar to each other. In the form of folklore, they are circulated within the Imperium.
"To prove that two societies came from the same civilization, what kind of similarity is the most important? That is the similarity of cultures! "
Great Teacher Fan pursed his lips and raised both of his hands as he spoke loudly. His thin jacket slid down his arms and piled up to his shoulders. Paired with his bare legs, he looked like a fanatical religious priest.
"According to the distant and almost blurred legends, although my ancestor was the biggest war oligarch, he was also the person who hated war the most.
"I am also the same. My hobby is literature, peace and love. So please allow me to temporarily imprison you in the name of literature, peace and love, the most precious things in my life."
As his voice fell, the gradually dissipating smoke dissipated even faster. Xu Le's pupils suddenly constricted. His right hand that was still holding the gun vigilantly was just about to raise when several thick bolts of blue lightning broke through the smoke and struck his chest fiercely.
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(This chapter is okay. I like the image of the very loving and beautiful master with bare thighs and a bit of a hippie.
Also: My book friend Little Nine gave me a wedding gift. This is the first gift I received. I am very grateful, but that book is actually … A Hundred Years of Solitude!
In this remnant thought.
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