The Long Poem of Thunder, which Old Man Kipling had mentioned to Fitch a long time ago, was almost a year ago (Chapter 44). Feige had searched in the library of the Frozen Fortress and in the library of Fort Valley, but it was only to this day, with the help of Ers, in the canonical hall of the Holy Three Castle, that he finally came across the book.

"The two versions of the Long Poem of Thunder have paragraph 37. I compared it, and the thirty-seventh paragraph in the two books was the same, so I looked for the first edition, which is the oldest and most informative edition. As soon as she saw Feige, Uss became agitated, her face flushed, and her hands and feet seemed to not know where to put them. "I checked it for you. The "Long Poem of Thunder" is partly a record of the goddess's walk on earth, and partly a prophecy-like content. When the prophecy was fulfilled, in order to avoid misunderstanding by future generations, those parts were moved to the "Selected Oracles and Prophecies". Therefore, the later version of "The Long Poem of Thunder" did not have thirty-seven paragraphs and the next four chapters. ”

"Thank you so much, I'll read this book well. ”

"Ah, it's original, don't break it - of course you wouldn't do that. But if possible, is it okay to return the original to me as soon as possible after copying it?"

"Will I have the honor of giving this book back to you at the tournament?"

"Gee, that's great...... How embarrassing that is!" Rose quickly changed her words. She felt like she was going to start talking incoherently again, like she had in her childhood when she hadn't read a lot of books. She hurriedly said goodbye and hurried out. Feige was standing at the doorway of the mage's mansion, and the rising sun pulled a huge shadow in front of him, which kept hanging over the path down the mountain.

There have been a lot of gains recently, so let's start with "Thunder Long Poem". Feige returned to the library and carefully opened the ancient book in front of him. The book is at least two or three hundred years old, and thanks to the protection of the gods, it would have been damaged by excessive oxidation. Only a small half of the magic runes cast in books come from the goddess, and more than half come from the creator, which is no longer possible in today's divine arts.

The story told in paragraph 37 is simple. The goddess walked the world in the flesh, measured the earth barefoot, and witnessed the joy and sorrow with her own eyes. One day, she stopped in the valley after the rain and couldn't find any dry wood, so she used her divine powers to dry the wet wood and lit a fire - this is the background of the story.

A farmer passed by, he was familiar with the environment, he knew that it had rained, so he felt that it was not normal to see the fire from a distance, so he avoided it, and missed the opportunity to meet the goddess.

A merchant passed by, with his guard. He saw that there was a fire, but he did not see that the goddess had a chariot and a camel. The blazing flames required a lot of firewood, so he felt that someone else must be in ambush. Fearing for the safety of his goods, he avoided it and missed the opportunity to meet the goddess.

A hunter passed by, carrying a heavy deer, exhausted by the slippery rain from the rain. Although he was a little hesitant, his cold body made him have to muster up the courage to share the flame of the goddess. He expressed his gratitude, but his reserve made him reticent, and he missed the opportunity to talk to the goddess.

The hunter's eight-year-old came to him and, naturally, joined the warm bonfire. He likes to talk, and the goddess accompanies him, such as telling him what he has seen and heard in the day, and even revealing his identity. The child did not understand what the word goddess meant, but asked a question curiously: "Can you dry the firewood with your strength, why don't you warm yourself up, don't you need to light a fire?"

The goddess replied, "Fur can warm the body, and spirits can do it, but no one but me can light a fire." If I don't do it, who can do it?"

"Actually, it's not about whether you light a fire or not, it's about whether it rains. If you know it's going to rain and prepare early, anyone can have a warm fire. ”

The goddess replied, "Do you want to learn to predict the weather, or do you want to learn to light a fire?"

"Predicting the weather, I've already learned how to light a fire - though I can't use wet wood like you do. The child replied.

"I will teach you to predict the weather, Saint Simir. The goddess said in a loving tone, "Not just the weather, I will teach you how to predict, from tomorrow to the day after tomorrow, and even to the limits of mortals." Only then can you understand why I still light this fire. One day you will follow the moonlight to find the silver fire under the tower, protect it, listen to it, and then know the difference between knowing and solving, what can and what must be. ”

The thirty-seventh paragraph of "The Long Poem of Thunder" is such a story. Feige thought about it, Saint Simir was a historical person, an important member of the early Church, and many prophetic spells were recorded, improved, and popularized by him. His exploits also include the discovery of the "Immortal Silver Fire Under the Moon", which is now stored in the holy city of Yungang, where it burns between the hands of the statue of the goddess.

Combined with Us's statement, because the "eternal and unquenchable fire" was found, this story was removed from the "Long Poem of Thunder" "according to tradition" and put into other books. After reading the story, Feige pondered that the old man Kipling asked him to read the story, probably to illustrate which was more important, "to see the future" or "to solve the immediate problem". Mortals choose the shortcut to know the future, and the goddess uses the method of turning wet wood into a campfire.

"Children only make a choice, if it's me, just both!" Fei Qi thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "It seems that both are still not mature enough, you should just ask for the goddess, don't you have everything?"

Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunder outside, exploding overhead. Although it is separated from the roof of the mansion, it still makes people palpitate.

"You can't talk nonsense, you can't think nonsense. Feige quickly reflected. However, he still comforted himself, feeling that this thunder and lightning were unlikely to come for him, after all, there were too many people and things in the Holy Three Castle that deserved to be warned by the thunder to know the wrong people. Compared to those who are lazy, procrastinating, and unresponsible, it is definitely not a sin to show admiration for the goddess.

After reading the thirty-seventh paragraph of "Thunder Long Poem", Fei Qi also counted it, but he had a matter on his mind. He read the next few articles quickly, and the idea and narrative were similar to the previous ones, all of which told a certain truth in a fable-like way. Feige just looked at them once, then put them aside and turned to something else. After a while, he came back again, copied a copy of the thirty-seventh paragraph, and showed it to Old Man Kipling when he returned to the frozen fortress, saying that he had not forgotten his words and had read them.

Benny and Xia Ni "borrowed" chests, all of which contained notes on theological research, prayers and listening to responses, conversations and reflections with other colleagues, one for one person. Feige draws the curtain in the corner of the library and hides inside to use the computer, charging it himself while using it to record data.

This time the data collation is a bit more troublesome than before. Simple spell runes are easier to do, and runes have no practical meaning to the computer, so you only need to casually establish a correspondence with the text to ensure that it can be entered into the database in the form of characters. Now, Feige needs to connect the meaningful time, people, work progress, interactions, and the magic of Great Prophecy to teach the computer the world of words.

The biggest bottleneck is in the image recognition software. The way the runes are written is deterministic and independent, and has little to do with each person's handwriting, so this is easier to identify - alphabetical languages are not so easy. The lingua franca, the elven language, the lingua franca of creation (ancient Chinese), and the celestial language, all of which appear in the notes. The mixing of words, grammar, abbreviations, and dialects is a disaster for recognition software. Feige thought about it and felt that he couldn't spend all his limited time teaching the computer how to read, so he could only change his mind and focus on how to change between "time-character-magic runes".

It's going to be a lot easier. Each box corresponds to a person, and Feige can create a tag for that person. Identifying the date is the easiest to achieve, and the symbolic text is readily available. This approach is tantamount to giving up more than 90% of the information, but at least 10% of the information is guaranteed to be correct. Can you find clues from this information......

"It doesn't matter if you can't find it, anyway, the most important thing is the idea of the Great Prophecy of the Divine Eye. ”

Divine art has a very important reference to magic, and the two systems are not competing and mutually exclusive. Feige thought very clearly: the whole world was under the control of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder, and it was extremely irrational to try to completely rid magic of magic from or even subvert all the ideas of divine magic. He didn't want his magic to get into the Silver Seal Spellbook, let alone be dismissed as a blasphemer, a heretic, or a madman. Hold aloft the goddess's emblem and let the magic hug the thighs of the gods, licking it until the end.

Feige had been figuring out how to lick the goddess's thigh so that the little sapling of magic would grow into a thick, strong, towering tree, while the others pondered what to do with him. No one wants to lose in the finals of a tournament, and it's a shame to throw a dog in front of you and eat shit or a back butt and fall back in the sand. Therefore, a "conspiracy" is being carried out, and the time has finally come to the day of the final.

On this day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining, and the slightly hot air took off the reserved coat of the ladies. The Holy Trinity Castle is the hub of the Church, but it is not a prison of conservative asceticism, and the colorful dresses and ruddy laughter fill the inside and outside of the tournament venue.

The arena was packed, and the stands where hundreds of clergy were concentrated were filled with holy power, and the view from a distance made Feige feel even more stressed. He wiped his sweat and tried to hide in the shadow of the flag, not wanting any archbishop to notice him. Thankfully, there were no angels present, after all, people will relax, but angels can always be vigilant, which will make Feige feel pressured. Mainly because the tournament is not of high standard, and is more oriented to civilians than knights, paladins and nobles, there is no need to summon angels.

But in the end, it seems that the final was made by formally trained knights and nobles, followed by mercenaries, adventurers, and caravan guards. And then add a few talented people who don't lose their strength, a few super lucky ones, and one who uses magic.

Trumpets, drums, and whistles were played, and the bishop led the crowd in prayer, and all the contestants also knelt in the field, asking for the blessing of the goddess. All of them were fully armed, carrying all the armor and weapons they would use for the game. This time, as the bishops of the Patriarchate watched the battle, everyone was so excited to compete that they all put on their own equipment. The knights no longer concealed their identity, and their bright armor clearly displayed the family coat of arms. As a sign of respect, they all wore an extra cloak with the emblem of the Thunder Cross. The emblem is larger than the family emblem, so that no one can pick it wrong.

The most striking of all the armor is a burnt yellow full-body armor, which is extremely well crafted and stands out for its unique Templar and Royal Earl coats of arms. The owner of the armor painted the emblem of the Thunder Cross on the family coat of arms with runic ink, and made it glow continuously with magic runes.

There is no one who does not know who the owner of this armor is. Even if you don't know, just look at the flag next to him. The guy who definitely belongs to "lying down to win" constantly wipes sweat, but never forgets to hold high the banner. The phrase "learn magic, find Feige in the Frozen Fortress" has become a popular phrase, and at least all the contestants can recite it.

The first thing to do is a scuffle. This time, the points don't matter anymore, and the last person who can stand on the field is the winner. Fifty contestants lined up and stood in the middle of the arena facing the audience. A loud bell man shouted their names, triggering bursts of cheers from the audience.

Rose was in the audience. She didn't say a word when introducing the other fighters, and when Feige Ice's name appeared, she shouted frantically to cheer on, with a very obvious tendency. She followed Feige's example and wrapped the emblem around her left wrist. With a wave of his arms, the emblem was thrown onto the head of the man next to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. If there is no injury, I will treat the magic. ”

"It's okay, I'm basically out of the way. The man on the left said, "Do you think Feige will win?"

"Of course, of course, he's the best. Ouss, finding that her remarks had attracted too much attention around her, suddenly occurred to her that this area was full of free tickets for the qualifiers, and it was likely that it was a family member or close friend of a participant, so it would be better to keep a low profile. She sat down and asked the people around her, "Who do you like?"

"It's also Feige. I don't know how he managed to make the cut, but that kid always had the ability to turn the tide and win every victory. ”

"He's not a brat!" Oss was a little annoyed, furrowing her eyebrows and pouting.

"Huh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Tron Ice, the monster hunter of the Frozen Fortress. ”

"It turned out to be his own people!" Uss had long remembered Feige's various titles, so naturally he would not be unaware of Monster Hunter. She looked at Tron and found the Black Iron Hawk Monster Hunter badge on his chest, then compared it to the one on Feiqi's chest, and nodded vigorously, "You look older than Feiqi, so it's okay to call him a kid." ”

Tron sighed, not knowing what to say next.

"By the way, you said you didn't watch the qualifiers, and you don't know how Feige won?

"Oh, I just arrived at the Holy Three Castle. A raven flew to the frozen fortress, and Feige asked me to bring his armor over. I rode all the way and had just arrived the day before yesterday. Tron said with a smile: "It's a rush along the way, but it's still worth it to see the final of the tournament." ”

Rose grabbed Tron's hand and shook it up and down vigorously: "Thank you for your hard work! Feige's armor is so handsome!"

Tron thought there was something strange about her, as if she wasn't very good at talking and talking. However, as the game was about to begin, her attention was returned to the court, and she squeezed her handkerchief vigorously, nervously like a noble lady who had heard a horror story.

The 50 contestants were finally introduced, and everyone had one last time to adjust their equipment and choose their positions. At that moment, all of them moved in one direction, giggling and laughing, using their bellies, arms, and thighs to enclose the charred armor in the center.

"We all bought spiked shoes. Everyone said in unison: "We thought about it, and sure enough, this is the best way." We admit that you are very good and deserve to be the champion of the melee competition, but we will not let you be the champion. Knock you out first, and we'll put on a great fight for the audience. ”

"Hey, hey, hey......" everyone laughed, squeezing tighter and tighter.