[I said, if you make such a square venue, aren't you afraid that any Wotaum will suddenly turn into a super Wotaum and come to trouble you? 】

'You can't confuse Marefia with Sharu just because she has wings, and to become Super Vortaumu, they have to grow hair first. ’

Do you have any opinion on Naba? 】

'I think the ancient one is quite handsome. ’

[Indeed.] 】

Since it took different time for the Vortaums to arrive at the Altar of Truth, I dropped Maryfia in the middle of the altar and hung up, chatting with the stupid system while observing the Vortaums who were gradually arriving and settling around the altar, and receiving messages from Laplace in text from various places.

Maryfia's current appearance is 360 degrees without dead ends, and the standby action is only flapping her wings and popping out the light blade to play these two things, and she doesn't move for several days, which is enough to confuse those Wortaum experts who are responsible for observing the "aliens", and I don't know if any of them will run sideways to ask her about her race or something.

[What if there is?] 】

'Just kick it down. ’

The first reaction of the Wattaum Academy of Sciences to the "life for knowledge" proposed by the "aliens" was to study how to retain the knowledge they had acquired.

Only after they had a plan in mind did they try to dissuade important researchers who were trying to rush to the Redstone Plateau to gain "advanced knowledge".

Then, the scientific directors of several research institutes of the largest and most powerful research institutes began to reluctantly communicate with each other, exchanging some technologies that had already achieved results but were secretly kept secret.

These attempts have largely yielded no results.

Don't talk about me, even the Laplace demon can do it to block the entire altar and prevent even a byte of information from circulating, and those who are sure that they will not be able to study the results in their lifetime and want to exchange for knowledge cannot be persuaded so easily, as for communication...... After they exchanged information, they became more aware of which technologies needed to be kept secret.

Throughout the process, none of the scientific directors offered to try to subdue Maraffia, and it seems that the extreme materialism of the research department also made them not take any chances if they were not sure.

In addition, during this time, as the number of seekers from various scientific research institutes, media reporters, and people who simply watched the excitement gradually increased, a miniature city was built around the altar, and it looked like it had been transformed into a famous attraction after I left.

[The question now is, have you figured out how to 'kill' those researchers?] 】

'A blade of light slashed through, then vanished into golden particles—'

[And then sell it to the Laplace demon to work on the backhand? 】

Look, they'll all be answered. ’

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Eventually, the number of researchers arriving at the Altar of Truth was only about half of the number of Vortaum who had said "a word is a certainty".

The scientific research directors of the various academies gave them the final persuasion, and finally even made mocking and threatening words, but it was all to no avail.

In one sentence to describe their state, that is, [Chaowen Dao, death can be carried out], but unfortunately, I can only leave them about ten minutes to communicate and reminisce.

After sorting through all the questions, the researchers sorted out the batch that went to the altar on their own.

Although they did not hesitate to die, they still communicated with each other quickly during this time, after all, if the result was discussed before going to the altar, there would be no need to go up, would it?

The first were mathematicians.

"[I want to know the process of proving that any integer greater than two can be written as the sum of three prime numbers.'] 】”

Goldbach is a heinous crime. Changsha

"It's a long proof, so I'll show you twice." Maryfia raised her hand and pointed to the sky.

The process of large, cumbersome, abstract proof slowly crosses the sky like the Walk of Fame at the beginning of Star Wars.

This is the method of presentation that I discussed with Laplace, directly using the sky as a background at this moment, and projecting knowledge into these visual organs of Vortaum, and those outside the altar naturally see nothing.

"Damn, my train of thought is wrong! ""[My idea is correct, but the later steps simply don't have enough time to deduce it......" "[This conjecture can be used as an axiom in the future.] The mathematicians turned their heads and ears.

Come to think of it, it is true, Maraffia's actions make it clear that it has been proven, and it would be foolish to try to verify a conjecture that has already been proven.

"Alright, the time's up," Maraffia poked out the blade of light from her wrist, "you will be broken into elementary particles in an instant, and you won't feel pain." ”

“【…… Thanks for the answer. "Instead of repenting or fleeing, the mathematicians saluted Maryfia.

With a wave of her arm, Maraffia's blades of light slashed across the Wattaum, seemingly missing a single one, but the next moment, they simply turned into a golden point of light and disappeared.

This "death" did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the other seekers, who went to the altar in batches.

"We want to know how the first life on the planet was born, and what happened to the mass extinctions and explosions around the Upen period. 】”

"These are two problems, but the reason is the same, they are all brought by meteorites outside the sky, and there was no life in the meteorite, and when they passed through the atmosphere, they were affected by high temperatures, high heat and lightning, and the first organic matter was born, I will show you the picture at that time."

"Please show us the model that corresponds to this mathematical formula.] 】”

"If you compare the universe to a sandy beach, and the stars and planets are stone balls stuck in this sand, this formula describes the laws of space distorting under the influence of gravity, but it is only a warp engine that is not very important, and now I will show you all the prefixes."

"I want to know the cause of this strange landscape of our home planet. 】”

"In fact, the reason is at your feet, the planet was hit by a redstone asteroid as it began to cool from the lava state, and the planet was frozen by the massive amount of precipitation it brought while the last ripples were made."

Batches of researchers ascended the altar of knowledge, and after obtaining the corresponding knowledge, they turned into golden light and disappeared, and no information leaked during the process, much to the disappointment of those scientific directors who had some expectations.

However, because Maryfia's "answers" to those questions were a message in itself, nearly half of the scientists gave up on the stage, intending to continue their research when they returned.

In the end, the question I had envisioned about the "observer effect" was never brought up by Wortaum, and the question about beyond the speed of light, since I had already said it was dangerous technology, and no one asked about it, so it seems that this civilization rescue should be considered a success......

"[Old Director! You can't go up! "[If there is any problem, just leave it to us young people to solve!] You are a beacon on our scientific research path! 】”

An almost motionless old man Wortaum ascended the Altar of Truth alone, a group of scientific directors who were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, but did not dare to stop him.

"What do you want to know?" Maryfia's attitude was the same as it had been several times before.

The old man Wotaum ticked on his laptop computer and then showed Maraffia:

"Excuse me, what is the purpose of the universe? 】”

The off-site aid Laplace demon did not say the answer as before, and after a moment of pause, he slowly typed out on the teleprompter that others could not see: [I don't know, how can I know? 】。

"Ma'am? Old Wortaum typed urging.

Let me say what? Is it to collect doomsday elements? At most, does this tell other companions who have experienced many worlds together? And they don't necessarily know it until now, they just think that I have a virgin's disease and want to save the world.

Seeing that Maraffia hesitated not to speak, old Wartaum seemed to understand what and re-typed:

"Is this universe a game? 】”

It's you!