Because the input and return are not equal - scholars are mostly smart people, and smart people are mostly stubborn. Instead of wasting energy to deceive these people, it is better to deceive more fools - maybe these stupid scholars will become corrupt because of their own stubbornness.
Hitzfeld looked bewildered.
This is far from what was expected.
It is obviously impossible for such a purely academic association to make Bricher radical.
Could it be some other reason… ?
She squinted at the two people over there and decided to observe first.
"I see, you want to win the gold medal..."
After a long while, Van der Seck finally spoke again.
"I'm not trying to discourage you, Bricher... I've always said that you are the most gifted child I've ever seen. You work hard, study hard, and most importantly, have an imagination! For example, it's impossible for others to associate the volcanic cycle with the redwood nautilus, so you are special. I have no doubt that you will win the gold medal in the future."
"Thanks, Professor!"
Blicher was thrilled.
This was the first time someone affirmed him like this, and his hands were shaking with excitement.
"But that's 'in the future'."
Desek changed the subject.
"You have the ability, but you lack the qualifications."
"If you are willing, you can follow me from now on. I will guide you through it and guarantee that you will get results within 30 years."
Brichel was a little confused.
Thirty years...
This seems a bit too long.
"Not long. Don't forget that you are a commoner. Without this step, they will not recognize you."
Desek stood up and paced back and forth beside the desk.
"This is how the world works... What is society? It's actually just a bunch of small circles. People in the circle want to maintain a low status, and they monopolize some unique resources. People outside the circle have to join the circle to obtain these resources, and then you have to abide by their rules."
"The rules for commoners and nobles?" Bricher frowned slightly.
"I know this is unreasonable. In fact, many people, even many nobles, think it is unreasonable."
Desek raised his eyebrows.
"But what can you do?"
"Anyone who intends to change the status quo is fighting against a monster. It has been growing according to the status quo for hundreds of years. With all those accumulated names and connections... it has already become a behemoth."
Bricher said nothing.
“Sometimes I find it ridiculous too.”
Desek looked at him, then turned his head to look at the aquarium and the fish swimming happily inside.
"Legend has it that humans are the descendants of the ancient gods, and the ancient gods are nothing more than the fruits of the Tree of Life."
"That is, all life and all species in this world may have originally come from the same origin."
"Us and the dog."
"Dogs and cats."
"Tom and Jerry."
"Rats and flies."
“We may all have a common ancestor.”
“Perhaps eons ago, in that pond of life nurtured by that sacred tree, we were all identical follicles—completely equal to one another.”
"But look at us now? We have become different people."
"Appearance, gender, race, class..."
"Everything has changed, hasn't it?"
“There’s no going back to the way it was before.”
"We can't go back to the time when we were as close as brothers."
Hitzfeld's expression gradually changed.
She saw it clearly - as Van der Seck complained, Bricher's eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end they even glowed green.
"...Brichel?"
The old gentleman finally noticed the abnormality of this student.
"what happened to you?"
“I think I have found my true direction.”
Bricher said to him, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I think I have to go... Professor..."
"I have to...I have to sort out my thoughts..."
"Thank you, Professor..."
"You will always be the person I respect the most!"
Having shouted this, without waiting for the old gentleman to say anything else, Bricher turned and walked away, pulling Hitzfeld out of the room with the big book in his bag.
She was forced to follow him and witnessed him going downstairs like a madman, rushing out the door, running all the way to the street, with his legs apart and his hands open looking up at the sky, his face showing genuine happiness and joy.
Passers-by avoided him like the plague, but he didn't care.
“That’s life.”
She heard him whisper to herself.
“This is what I’m looking for—the meaning of life!”
Chapter 52 Golden Dream
In the following time, Bricher became noticeably more lively.
He is no longer like he used to be, frowning and thinking about something in his free time... He seems to have found the meaning of his life, and he wants to use every free second to work towards it.
As a bound "ghost", Hitzfeld knew this very well - she often heard Bricher humming quietly behind the toilet door, which would have been unthinkable in the past given his personality.
But she is not from this time and space after all. The first person to discover the abnormality should be Desca. He realized that changes had occurred in his friend the next day.
"What's going on? Bricher?" Desca came to bring him milk in the morning and bought a meat pie for each of them. Desca looked at the man in confusion: "Don't tell me you didn't sleep from the day before yesterday until this morning?"
"There is still so much work to do, how can I sleep?" Bricher was writing furiously. "Okay, Deka, you put the food there, I will eat it later."
A hand reached out from the side, blocking his writing.
I stopped writing and looked up. A young man was standing beside me with a frown on his face, and his eyes were filled with solemnity.
"I must suspect that something is wrong with you... Do you know what the priests think of a situation like your 'sudden madness'?... They will think that you are possessed by an evil spirit."
"I don't!"
"It's not up to you to decide whether there is one or not." Deka ignored him, put his hand on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up, and reached into his shirt pocket with his other hand and took out a small dark bottle.
It was very short and small, only about one-third the size of a normal test tube, and no one knew what was inside. Deka brought it close to the man and moved it around his head and chest a few times.
"…What is this?" Bricher frowned deeply.
"Dust of silver flint," Desca replied.
"Have you heard of psychic materials? Just like the gold-eating pollen can hypnotize people after being stimulated by spiritual thoughts, flint powder is also a psychic material."
"You use this thing to test whether I am possessed by an evil spirit?"
"Don't blame me, Bricher. Anyone who sees you like this will be curious." Deka patted him on the shoulder as a comfort. "The good news is that you're okay. This thing is very quiet and didn't give me any feedback."
Bricher slapped his hand away in annoyance, pushed him a little further away, and wanted to continue writing his plan.
But the parchment was soon taken away by Desca, who leaned over the table and flipped through it quickly, wanting to know what plan could have made his good friend so crazy.
"The Origin of Life?" The boy was slightly stunned when he saw the title.
Wow, this proposition is quite intimidating.
It seems that academics want to make their propositions as intimidating as possible... because this way they can better deceive the Chamber of Commerce - oh, he meant that it can convince investors to add more funds.
Yes, it seems that Blicher’s visit to the Tianyan Society was not entirely without gain.
"Hurry up," Brichel said irritably, "I have a lot of ideas to write down, or I might forget them later!"
"That only shows that you haven't accumulated enough knowledge." Desca glanced at him and sneered, "Knowledge is like water. A true master is like a full jar. The overflowing part is the result of their research. They don't need to cut corners."
"Isn't this opportunistic--" Bricher shouted, looking at the milk next to him, trying to divert Desca's attention: "You spent money to buy these things to come to see me, aren't you afraid that your financial backers behind you will know?"
"I work part-time as a milkman, and my jurisdiction is within this street." Deka answered without even raising his head.
"As for why I haven't come out of 201 for such a long time... Let's ignore whether anyone will notice this issue. Even if someone does, you are not a pretty girl. They won't suspect that we are doing something bad, right?"
“…There’s something wrong with your brain.”
"I think you have a problem, Bricher." Desca put down the file and looked at his friend with a headache: "So this is what you rely on? You intend to prove that everything originated from a follicle?"
This is no small problem.
There is no doubt that this idea is biased towards "natural evolution theory". It denies "creationism" from the root, and to put it bluntly, it is an extreme provocation to the church.
Although... well, Desca himself didn't quite believe that the goddess still existed, and was skeptical about those ancient legends, but as the old saying goes: Even if it looks problematic, as long as the result is good, why would you change it?
This saying may have been used to refer to farm tools in the past, but now that it has become widely used, it can also be used to refer to more things.
Of course, the Goddess Church is very tolerant in this regard. The church does not prohibit the existence of natural evolution theory, but it does not allow it to be promoted or discussed in public.
Yes, it can be published as an academic achievement.
Internal discussion and research are both fine.
This was a great mercy in Desca's view.
This is true for most people, but look at Bricher - he is still a seed!
Even if this identity was just given to him by the priest out of pity so that he could live on the food allowance from the church during this period, and he himself did not expect him to contribute to the church...but this identity is there!
You, Bricher-Atlans, are the golden seed of the Central Diocese!
How can you conduct such research? Are you trying to deny creationism?
The Order sponsored you.
You turn around and start digging up the roots of the sect?
This is not treason, but ingratitude!
"I didn't think so!" Blicher quickly defended, "If you say it's a follicle... you can actually call it a 'fruit' according to the myth! Myths may not be all false! It should be true! But not in the way we imagine!"
"Look... Desca!" In order to prove that what he said was true, he took out the big book again and found an ink table from the gap.
"What is this?" Desca couldn't understand it. The content of the table was very dense and he didn't recognize the symbols written in each space.
Is this text?
It doesn't look like it.
It doesn't look like a number either.
Unheard of, inexplicable...
"This is an element!" Bricher said, "This is Professor Desek... Actually, it should be Silver Public School. Silver Public School and - that best and most mysterious university... Puslint! They have cooperated and have jointly produced the results over the years!"
"I seem to have heard of it." Desca frowned, "The discovery in the microscopic field seems to be that everything is made up of elements."
"That's it!" Bricher took back the table and pointed out the elements one by one to Descartes: "This... is iron... and this... this is copper..."
"Almost everything we know can be found on this table. Of course, I dare not say that it includes all elements. It is possible that there are still many elements that we have not discovered, but this is a sign! A trend!"
He spread out his arms and made a large oval for Descartes to see.
"This means that everything, including ourselves, is made up of elements! As long as we can figure out where the elements come from, can we say that we have proved the origin of mankind?"
