Chapter 39: The So-Called Truth
What is His Majesty the Emperor?
The sudden question made Lettling stunned.
Yes, if the Empire's Chief State ** Shi Rust is the most powerful person in the Empire, then what is the Emperor XiΓ who makes him obey?
Although in the legend, the emperors of the past dynasties are all all-rounders and geniuses in astronomy and geography, magic and martial arts, and governing the country, but after all, no one has ever seen the emperor make a move, and although everyone believes that the emperor will have extraordinary personal force, I am afraid that everyone will doubt that the emperor is the strongest individual force in the empire, after all, no matter how talented a person is, if he scatters his energy to so many fields, I am afraid that it will be difficult to stand at the peak of the empire in one of themγ
His Majesty the Emperor is not the strongest person, but he can make the most powerful people in the empire obey him, isn't he the strongest person in the true sense?
Talking like this, no matter how hard you try, you can't become the strongest person? Because in this empire, the strongest person is not the chief mage or the peerless sword saint, but the emperor.
The strongest power is actually power.
The world view of the young Letherin was instantly greatly shocked.
A meaningful smile tugged at the corner of the old mage's mouth, and he said slowly, "It seems that our Leterin classmates still need to sort out their thoughts well, and ask the next classmate who has ideas about this to speak. β
This time, no one immediately stood up to speak.
Perhaps many of them had similar things in their minds to the young apprentice named Leterin just now, or perhaps they were struck by the wisdom of the old mage's words.
But the old mage clearly didn't intend to let them go, and with an unpredictable smile on his face, his gaze slowly swept over the faces of every apprentice in the classroom.
"Doesn't anyone want to show themselves?"
"If no one is going to show themselves, then I'll do it. β
The old mage raised his hand, tapped it lightly at a girl sitting in front of him, and bowed his head and said, "It's up to you." β
It was a dark-haired, shawl-wearing, bespectacled girl, who in the first exam was the one who used a piece of paper and a pen to figure out how to break Goldbach's magic lock in a very short time, and many people were particularly impressed by it.
Named by the old mage, the black-haired girl with glasses did not feel panicked, she pushed her glasses, and calmly said the answer that might have been brewing in her heart.
"I studied magic in order to pursue the reality of the world. β
The old mage raised his eyebrows slightly, not too surprised by this statement: "Interesting statement, but it doesn't seem to be uncommon, needless to say, I have heard such a statement in many magic books or biographies, so can you tell me what you understand of this so-called truth?"
"What I think is true is the laws of the world, how everything works and changes. The girl replied earnestly.
"Then why do you think that magic can solve your doubts? There are many non-magical scholars in this world who study the same problem. β
"Because magic is currently the most powerful and magical power in the hands of human beings, do I think it would be easier to achieve or get closer to reality if we used magic as a tool?"
"Going around again, it's strengthism. The old mage rolled his eyes helplessly, "Well, then since you studied magic in order to pursue the truth of the world, what do you think is so-called real?
Saying this, the old mage began to look around, as if looking for something to use as an analogy, but finally the old mage still withdrew his gaze: "In this way, why don't I ask you another question, do you think I am real?"
Hearing this, the black-haired girl with glasses could no longer maintain her previous calm and plain appearance, her pair of good-looking and delicate eyebrows frowned slightly towards the center of her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth were gently pursed.
She looked a little surprised.
There is no way not to be surprised, after all, this is a very strange question that a person standing in front of him asks himself, "Am I real?"
If it was someone she didn't know, or a familiar frivolous teenager, the girl in glasses certainly wouldn't respond in the slightest to this idiotic question.
But it was an old mage who seemed to be extremely wise who asked this question, and more importantly, this old mage was also her own magic teacher, which couldn't help but make the girl with glasses take this question seriously.
Seeing that the girl with glasses frowned and began to think seriously, the old mage nodded slightly and said, "Don't be in a hurry to answer, you can sit down and think about it first." β
The girl sat down obediently, and just as her buttocks were about to touch the stool, the girl remembered that she seemed to have missed the introduction.
"My name is Anna Lin. β
A girl's self-introduction is a short one-time name.
The old mage didn't care about the brief introduction of himself, he looked around and said in a seductive tone, "Then continue with the question, do you think I'm real?"
Still no one answered.
Some apprentices pondered the meaning behind this question.
Some apprentices even started to act directly, the eyes of a beautiful girl named Mary have already emitted a bright light, which is particularly eye-catching in this slightly dim classroom, Long Chen is analyzing the number passed on to him by Zhi Hao, according to Zhi Brain's judgment, there is no problem with the identity of this old mage, in addition, there are some identification spells that have been secretly applied to the old mage.
But neither the thinkers nor the doers immediately got the answers they wanted.
Am I real?
This seemingly simple question, if viewed from a philosophical point of view, is undoubtedly extremely profound, and it is like who we are, where we come from, and where we will go, these questions have become the ultimate proposition that countless philosophers have pondered for countless days and nights, and there are countless hypothetical answers, but there is no ultimate answer that can convince everyone.
And it is undoubtedly impossible for this group of immature apprentices to perfectly solve such an esoteric philosophical proposition in such a short time.
So it seems that the direction of thinking of the activists is more reliable.
The idea of the activists is to take this so-called truth completely literally, that is, they suspect that the old mage has applied a layer of illusion on his body in advance, so that means that the image of the old mage that everyone sees now is false, fake, and an illusion of light, just like the content of the second entrance exam.
But at the moment, this doesn't seem right.
Because all the temptations have completely failed, including Longchen with a high-tech brain from the future.