Deka frowned.
There seems to be no problem with the logic, but what exactly is Bricher's statement that "myth is nature"?
"Let's look at it this way, Desca... Let's look at it from a different angle... First, tell me what myths are currently related to origins?"
"You've been in the church for so long, and you've copied more than ten volumes of scriptures, and you still need me to tell you..."
"Stop talking nonsense and speak!"
"Then there is only the 'Mother Tree'." Desca recalled, "... 'At the beginning of everything, the beginning of all things, the Mother Tree was reborn from destruction. Its roots are the past, its branches are the future. It stands in the long river, looking at its shadow, hoping that every fruit can grow healthily.'"
"The myth of the tree of life?"
"It's the Ancient Gods!" Deka glared at him dissatisfiedly, "You're going too far, Bricher..."
"That's it!" The man became even more excited. He wrote and drew on the parchment and asked Desca to see it.
"what is this?"
Descartes saw a dark mass of something like billowing smoke.
"Undersea volcano."
"…What does this have to do with underwater volcanoes?"
"Don't be impatient, Deska, don't be impatient." Bricher stopped him and began to explain: "First of all, let me explain to you that when Mr. Desek taught me this table last weekend, I clearly heard him say that many of the elements in it were found deep in the earth veins."
"Well... then."
"Even if it's an element found elsewhere, he said it's actually deep in the earth veins."
"Then."
"This means that almost all elements can be found in the earth veins!"
Bricher slammed the table.
"Do you understand what this means? Think about it... maybe a million years ago..."
"Brichel."
"Even tens of millions of years ago, hundreds of millions of years ago—"
"Brichel!"
"Billions of years ago, we didn't exist, and neither did life! There were only mountains and rivers... and oceans in the world!"
"So where do the elements come from? I think it comes from underground! From deep in the earth's veins! Even from the center of the earth!" Bricher stood up and shouted, "These elements are the formulas that make up life! They are the numbers in the formulas! They were chaotic and disordered at first! But maybe... they took 100 million years... or even longer! In the constant fusion and collision... by chance... a certain genetic segment was formed..."
"Brichel you're crazy!"
"Then the first follicle, or cell, was born!"
The man spoke louder than his friend, untied his tie and shook his head: "I'm not crazy! Unless you can prove me wrong!"
"You first proposed an unrealistic hypothesis, and then asked others to prove it." Desca held his forehead, quite speechless, "Then I will also assume that there are three little pigs living on the sun. Can you prove that I am wrong?"
"You can't compare them!" Bricher glared at him. "The logic is different... My hypothesis has a perfect logical chain, and you have to convince others first. The first step is to prove how the piglets can survive in a million-degree temperature..."
"That's enough!" Deka quickly stopped him, "You're awesome, you're awesome, okay?"
"But your behavior is still immoral. You are overthrowing—"
"I didn't." Blicher breathed, forcing himself to calm down.
"I don't have Descartes. I said I'm not trying to overthrow creationism but to prove it... Because there are only submarine volcanoes in the ocean, where gravity and buoyancy are offset. The collision of all elements and minerals in the sea is more intense than on land, which means there is a greater probability of the birth of the first follicle... and the core phenomenon that causes them to erupt and collide is 'eruption'... It is the magma riot deep in the earth veins, and the hot juice is squeezed out from the cracks by pressure, one by one... one by one... These are the branches of the mother tree... The cell follicles are the fruits hanging on these branches..."
"So the myths are true, the ancient gods really existed, but they were just the most primitive life, which was derived from the division of the initial follicle cells."
Having said this, Bricher looked at Descartes sincerely.
"...which means there is really no distinction between noble and humble lives."
"Gods and men, nobles and commoners, even men and animals."
"Isn't this in line with the ideals of the Order?"
"..." Deka was silent for a while, then said: "You'd better not say these words to anyone else."
"……Why?"
"I'm sure that this is not the myth most people want."
The boy bared his teeth.
"Whether you are a person of faith or not... everyone is just looking for something to rely on. Because some things in this world are just too hard to endure, and 'mortals' may not be able to bear it."
"But now you are going to tear everyone's dreams apart."
He stared at Blicher.
Bricher also stared at him blankly.
"Whatever you want to do, I advise you to proceed with caution."
Chapter 53: Convocation
Next, the time in the projection jumped several times.
When the speed is fast, Hitzfeld can't even see the figures in front of him. It's as if the camera is fixed in position to shoot the street scene and then fast forward, the background does not change, only a series of blurry shadows running on the street.
But by and large, subsequent developments did not go as she expected.
Bricher trusted Descartes - even admired him a little bit - and was willing to listen to his advice, so he did not tell the second person about his understanding.
But he also did not intend to give up studying it, because at this point, he found that his appetite had expanded again, he no longer cared about winning any gold medal or medal, he discovered the real pleasure of studying this field - cleansing his heart with those enlightened truths.
Hitzfeld saw him write the monologue on parchment:
[In the past, I was immersed in the smoke of money and vanity. I fantasized about gaining their approval. I was naive and childish, but I ignored the fact that all this was fundamentally problematic.]
['Why should I obey them, instead of them obeying me... or obeying more people like me', I gradually began to think like this.]
[Desca said this was dangerous... quite dangerous. I didn't ask him directly if he could do it - 'whether it could overturn the existing situation'. I didn't say this explicitly, but he was so smart that I think he could guess what I was thinking.]
[But is this wrong? A piece of farm equipment is broken, but people continue to use it just because it is still usable. Yes, it can harvest crops normally, but is this a constraint? Will it be more efficient if it is dismantled and rebuilt?]
[My thoughts tend to become more extreme. I know this is not a good idea, but I contradict myself and dislike this idea... I want to think it is right.]
[But whether or not I am right in this respect, I must further prove my conjecture.]
[Desca doesn't care about this. I have to find a way to get help from the Order through him.]
[…I hope the ocean will give me the answers I want.]
Watching this man's transformation throughout the process, Hitzfeld finally understood why some agents considered the scholar group "extremely dangerous."
The differences between the two types of Nautilus can actually lead us step by step to such lofty topics as the origin of life, and we can also draw out the class model of modern society from it, and begin to develop a subtle dissatisfaction with society.
You say he is smart, of course he is very smart, but he is also really dangerous.
God knows how many corrupt lunatics will be born if we allow these people to think divergently.
In comparison, as a medical student, Lu Xier only has the quirk of scratching her feet. Should I say she is a normal person...
Hitzfeld was absorbed in his thoughts. He associated the red-haired nurse's quirk with the fact that Sixus could actually tolerate having such an assistant around him. He then suspected that the mixed-haired loli also had a problem and perhaps liked having her feet tickled by the assistant.
Mainly because there is nothing to see in the following content.
The key point has been grasped, and all the subsequent efforts made by Bricher were basically within her expectations.
Including learning to make perfumes - because some perfumes that have advanced to potions do have excellent effects in the supernatural realm. Bricher initially just wanted to make a perfume to help refresh the mind, but he... Old man Descartes seemed to have said that his hands-on ability and calculation ability were very strong, and he accidentally discovered his talent for making perfumes.
Judging from the technique and efficiency alone, Hitzfeld thought that he was far beyond her level. Among the people she knew, perhaps only Pussone could compare with him.
This further confirms my guess...but there is still one contradiction that is difficult to resolve.
Is it what I thought? I hope there will be a good result in the end...
The images jumped faster and faster, and gradually she could only see some silhouettes of people.
The sails are raised.
The well-equipped team.
Desca cheered after catching a big fish.
And Bricher, who was lying on the edge of the boat, vomiting all over the place.
Just like a compressed spring stretching and recovering, or like a vortex reversing into a flat surface, Hitzfeld woke up from time and immediately felt something pressing down on him.
You know what's going on without even looking.
She first stretched her arms and legs to make sure she was fine. Then she jumped down and turned around. As expected, she saw Xia Yibing slumped on the recliner, sleeping soundly with drool hanging from the corners of her mouth.
"No nightmares."
Looking at her sleeping posture, Hitzfeld knew that she slept well.
Logically speaking, she should get the woman to lie on the bed, as it would be more comfortable with a pillow under her neck.
But she thought about it and didn't do that. Instead, she found a notebook and a pen and drew a light and simple pen sketch of the scene.
The focus is on the woman's saliva.
Well, I can use this painting to laugh at each other in the future.
After doing all this, the girl remembered to check the time.
The pocket watch showed half past seven.
It’s already dark outside, this is a whole day of retrospection…
There was a cramp in my stomach and a rumbling sound of thunder.
Illusion?
I always feel that active backtracking consumes more energy.
Rubbing his face, Hitzfeld began to try to hug Xia Yibing.
The woman has a good figure and her weight is very light compared to her body shape.
Hitzfeld was still having a hard time holding the woman, and he stumbled and almost dropped her. He quickly changed his position, holding the woman's armpits and letting her drag herself forward with her legs touching the ground.
The distance from the outer hall to the bed was only four meters, and it took half a minute to get there while dragging the woman.
After trying his best to drag the woman onto the bed, Hitzfeld wiped the sweat off his face, took off the woman's boots, and scratched her feet twice in revenge.
"Oh……"
The sleeping female police chief moaned in her sleep, raised her hand, grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her into her arms.
After being ravaged, Hitzfeld struggled to break free. He stood by the bed with a red face, his hands on his hips, and glared at the other person angrily.
Forget it...
Since you were tricked, and you're destined to be a patient for a few days after waking up, I won't bother with you...
After finding a headband to tie her long hair into a ponytail, Hitzfeld was about to go out to free Lily, who was almost suffocated.
"Ow!"
The Shelby was so happy that it jumped on her before it was freed, knocking the girl to the ground.
I have nothing in my stomach, and I can't stand steadily...
It seems that the energy consumed at the bottom of the sea is not a small amount...
With a sigh, Hitzfeld quickly grabbed the dog's head to stop the big dog from licking his face.
"Lily... stop it!"
"Ouch!"
"I know you can understand some of it. Your master... I don't have the strength right now... Go find Connie and bring her here."
"Ow?"
The big white dog lay on her and tilted its head, as if it didn't quite understand what she meant.
“No need to understand, no need to explain.”
The girl pinched the dog's neck and gently pulled its tongue with her free hand.
"You licked the slutty material on my face..."
