"Don't act like it's all because of your failed relationship! It's all because of your bullsh * t love and your soul! "
"Bullsh * t! Your concept of love is bullsh * t! If you really loved Florencia, you wouldn't have hurt her again and again! You're as ugly and as filthy as bullsh * t! "
When Lucien reached Fernando's library on the thirty-third floor of the magic tower, he could still hear his teacher's roars. Oliver, on the other hand, was hemming and hawing, not having the courage to face the Lord of Storm. He looked exactly like a miserable sailboat in a storm.
"Master, what happened?" Lucien divined when he took the lift, but he had no clue.
It was not until then that Fernando finally stopped spurting saliva. "This asshole whose head has been filled with desires and bullsh * t did not put your paper away after reading it! He brought Douglas into his library just like that! "
Lucien's head hummed. He asked in shock and worry, "Is Mr. President alright?"
"Thankfully, Douglas' head did not explode, and his cognitive world was not frozen." Oliver put on a bitter smile, his facial muscles cramping.
Lucien's heart was relieved. "That's not bad. The conundrum that we've been worried about has been resolved. I wonder if Mr. President can find a way to advance into a demigod."
Fernando glared at Oliver. "Why didn't you finish? Douglas only read the premise of the paper and inferred the content later on his own. He hasn't discovered the relativistic effect yet. If he reads the journal and runs the experiment again, Oliver, you will be the most glorious saint of the Church! "
"I don't think so. The president was in a stable mood when he left. Also, he had armed his head with Lucien's philosophical concepts about absolute truth and relative truth. I believe that even if he reads the paper and runs the experiment, he will accept it after a brief hesitation." Oliver was more optimistic about that. Or rather, his situation made him optimistic.
Fernando held back his fury. "Oliver, you will die because of your rotten feelings one day! Let's go to the Land of Truth first. I hope it still exists … "
The demiplanes of the seven grand arcanists and the ten legendary sorcerers were all connected to the Allyn magic tower. Therefore, Fernando opened the fixed space gate very soon.
Seeing that the scenery in the Land of Truth was still as beautiful as before, and the lake rippled gently under the gentle breeze, Fernando's irritable aura eased a lot. He glared at Oliver and said, "Your luck is not bad."
Led by the puppet, the three of them passed a long corridor and reached Douglas's library. They saw that he was staring at the window.
"Douglas, I'm told that you've read Lucien's paper. Do you have a problem with that? "Fernando wanted to find an excuse to bring Lucien here.
Douglas was still wearing a black tuxedo, but his bowtie was loosened, as if he wanted to breathe freely. He turned around and looked at the three of them with his deep, weathered eyes. With a bitter smile, he said, "Actually, what I want to say is that you're too late. I've already done the experiment with the cyclotron."
"Is your cognitive world broken and solidified?" Fernando found the result acceptable.
Since Douglas was still standing here, it was the worst result.
Douglas shook his head, with confusion on his old face. "Thankfully, I was more or less mentally prepared. I had run into some problems in the past. At the critical moment, I remembered Lucien's concepts of absolute truth and relative truth, as well as his description of 'approximation in the low speed state' of my movement system. Finally, I established the framework of my cognitive world from a higher level and included my previous cognition. Although I was still injured by the shock, it was not broken and solidified."
Lucien was rather dumbfounded. As expected of the extraordinary person who established the Congress of Magic from scratch. Of his companions, juniors, and students in the beginning, after the development of arcana, the subversion of theories, and the ambush of the Church, only a few sorcerers such as Fernando survived. He was a legend in every aspect. If it were Lucien right now, he might not have had such tolerance. Chances were that his cognitive world would've been broken and solidified already.
"It seems that you can make further progress because of this." Fernando's and Oliver's previous worries were finally gone.
Douglas shook his head with a bitter smile. "Not for now. I was quite lucky this time, because the greatest impact of Lucien's paper on me was not the subversion of the motion system, but the change of the concept of time and space."
"In the past studies and battles, I already had the germination of similar motion ideas, but I could not overthrow my own ideas because of the restraint of the old ideas. However, the unimaginable concept of time and space overturned my cognition and made me rather confused. The world before my eyes that was relatively clear seemed to be blurred all of a sudden. Thankfully, I can tell that Lucien's exploration of time and space is still in the preliminary phase, and there are still a lot of problems. At the very least, the problem of the expansion of the inertial system hasn't been solved yet. That's why I can manage to accept it."
Lucien smiled. "The relative concept of time and space is indeed not so easy to accept and understand. I hope that you can explore the mysteries of time and space with me in the future, Mr. President."
"After I digest the paper." "What is time? What is space? These questions confuse me." Douglas smiled amiably, and his crystal clear eyes rippled slightly. "What is time? What is space?
"After you digest Lucien's paper, it's possible that you can really advance into a demigod." Fernando intentionally changed the topic, not wanting him to be mired in the world of whys.
Douglas gestured for the three of them to sit down with a smile. "It's almost impossible. The change in the motion system can indeed improve my strength, but it's only because of the difficulty of casting spells. It's very difficult for me to advance into a demigod based on the description of the motion system, unless I can see through the changes of time and space, or have a deeper understanding of gravity. It's like how Brook has to truly understand electromagnetic waves and grasp the electromagnetic force in order to reshape his cognitive world and advance. It's impossible for me to advance into a demigod without something close to the origin. "
He had been at the peak of legendary for a long time, and his wisdom was profound enough. Even though he couldn't find the correct path of advancement, he had figured out something.
After that, he did not continue the topic but looked at Lucien with a smile. "Naturally, I derived Oliver's transformation equations earlier, but why didn't I mention the mass-energy equation in your paper?"
Lucien knew that it was because they came early, or Mr. President would've been able to derive it very soon with his wisdom and arcana expertise. Therefore, he asked the puppet to bring him a pen and paper and started the derivation on the spot.
"Energy, mass … No wonder your atomic fusion is so powerful." The confusion in Douglas' eyes was gone. His eyes seemed to be glittering as he looked at the formula. "Even though many critical models cannot be explained, I believe that it will take me much less time to construct 'Eternal Blaze' than I thought."
He had been constructing it with his spiritual power before.
As he talked, he began to ask why. "Why can energy and mass be transformed? What is the nature of matter …"
Fernando sniffed. "Douglas, now that you have preliminarily accepted Lucien's paper, let's discuss Sardes first and be prepared if he bypasses his promise in other ways. Well, it's the plan that Lucien mentioned."
Douglas stopped thinking and nodded with a smile. "I like the idea of a plan. Nobody is smart enough to calculate everything. It's all about the collection of information in advance and the simulation of all kinds of situations, which are the strengths of sorcerers."
The four of them discussed for a long time. After seeing Lucien, Fernando and Oliver off, Douglas said with a smile, "I look forward to the day when you can study gravity, Lucien."
"I hope that I can receive your guidance by then," Lucien replied modestly.
Looking at their backs, Douglas suddenly sighed. "Gravity … I'm still confused myself. Where does it come from and how it is generated …"
… …
At the end of April in the year 824, in the Allyn branch of the Song of the Silver Moon League.
Two groups of middle-rank and senior-rank sorcerers of the school of electromagnetism happened to run into each other. Therefore, they discussed the latest arcana research progress.
"Anahera, is there still no rebuttal paper from Lucien Evans on the Oliver transformation?" A senior-rank sorcerer asked Anahera, who was a member of the Arcana Review Board opposite him.
Wearing a white wig, Anahera looked more like a noble than a sorcerer. He smiled bitterly. "No. In the past eight months, other than the few papers in the fields of new alchemy and electromagnetism acceleration, he has written ten papers on his own and six with Levski. Together with the contributions of Levski, Neeshka, Mina and Samantha, a rather mature mathematical system has been established."
"But I can't understand this mathematical field at all." An old middle-rank arcanist said in distress, "Also, what we care about most is his opinion on the Oliver transformation …"
Another seventh-circle sorcerer sighed. "Yes. Although we know that the Oliver transformation is only a mathematical application for now and cannot be proved, it can indeed explain the light speed experiment with the theory of ether. It is the most perfect hypothesis so far. We are all willing to believe and support it. But … But why hasn't Lucien Evans published a paper on that? I'm always uneasy when I don't know his opinion. "
Anahera nodded solemnly. "When I think of the bloody scenes he caused and his subversive theories, I don't dare to completely believe in Mr. Oliver's paper until he publishes his opinion. I'm always waiting for something and worrying about something, just like how I won't be reassured until the rain falls after a thunderstorm."
"Alas … I always tell people that Lucien Evans has recognized the reality and realized his mistake. That's why he doesn't dare to discuss this issue. But if I don't see his opinion, I can't even sleep well. Sometimes, I even have nightmares." The middle-rank arcanist, who was very old, was a bit agitated.
The nightmares where brains and blood were all over the ground made his heart palpitate even now.
Anahera was about to reply when her pocket beeped. So, she took out a beautiful box and pressed the protrusion on it. "Hello? Mr. Oliver? I'll be right there! "
It was a mobile communication item newly developed by the Allyn Telephone and Telegraph Company. It had a lower requirement and could be used without touching flesh and blood. It would not conflict with other magic items.
After saying goodbye to her companions, Anahera came to Oliver's office on the thirty-fourth floor of the Allyn magic tower. She saw that a familiar arcanist was already sitting there, and Mr. Oliver was still in the inner library.
"Mariana, why did Mr. Oliver come to us?" Anahera asked the middle-aged lady with black hair.
Mariana, who was holding a wide-brimmed hat in her hand, was also confused. "I don't know, either."
At this moment, Oliver walked out with two files in his hands. "Mariana, Anahera, there's no need to salute me. I've asked you to review a paper for you. It should be acceptable for the members of the school of electromagnetism. Take a look first. If there's no problem, I'll give it to the Sorcerer Administrative Department and ask the alchemical life of the Arcana Review Board to assign it to you."
Mariana and Anahera seemed to have sensed something wrong. They asked at the same time, "Whose paper is it?"
Oliver rubbed his fingers. "Lucien Evans."
Boom. Anahera felt that thunder was exploding in her head. Her face pale, she asked, "Mr. Oliver, can I refuse?"
As he spoke, he sneaked a peek at Mariana's head, only to discover that Mariana was also looking at him. Her eyes were also focused on his head.
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