"Oh?" Brochette looked at Luciana with some surprise, "You even did the comparison work?" Are you sure? ”

"The fit is about eighty percent," said Luciana, "and the first two are very much in line with his performance, except for the vague content of the last parchment." Well, these are the places. She stretched out her slender fingers and tapped at the manuscript.

"Be careful!" Brochette's hand twitched, lest Luciana accidentally poke a few holes in the fragile parchment. He lifted his long beard and carefully tipped the parchment into his scholar's robes, looking at Essho thoughtfully, "So you may be the hero of Madigan's prophecy destined to unify the continent......" Brochette looked at Essho thoughtfully.

"Is there an end?" Sparks burst out of Estheau's eyes, but then they were helplessly extinguished. He instinctively resented the title that Luciana and Brochette had given him. The absurd and bizarre dream of the Mendelssohn Mountains resurfaced in his mind, and then plummeted into his chest to form a gloomy cloud. Eshu breathed in a large gulp of cold air, the cold rushing into his lungs, and he bent down and coughed violently.

"You seem to be disgusted by that title." Brochette stretched out his hand and patted Esher on the back, "I don't know how many people have claimed to be the so-called children of prophecy for fifty years. ”

"I guess they didn't end well." Esher said intermittently, coughing even harder, cramping like a tear in his lower abdomen, as if a vicious centipede was moving through his stomach with its teeth and claws. He covered his mouth and finally coughed, barely straightening up, "And I don't believe anyone can really predict the trajectory of the world with precision." ”

"He doesn't need to predict the trajectory of the whole world, or the trajectory of the world doesn't need to be predicted. Reunification and division are the inevitable trend of history. Anyone can predict that Pande will eventually be unified, I can, and so can you, but it makes no sense. Brochette put his hand on Estheu's shoulder, "Madigan not only pointed out the inevitable trend of history, he pointed out the tide of this trend, and mapped out a clear trajectory for him that pointed to the Silver Throne. And," Brochette smiled, "what evidence is there that Madigan is human?" ”

"Hehe," Eshu laughed hoarsely, "you mean Madigan is a god?" Then he should be the first god to be executed by Pander. ”

"He was indeed burned at the stake in the Inquisition, yes. But there's one thing -- I'd love to have a basic study of theology, because anyone who has ever taken a beginner's course in theology at the Royal Academy will know that gods have two basic attributes, divinity and divine power, but there is no correlation between the two. Pande's currently known demigods, the patriarch of the Noldor elves*** Diel, and the 'noisy' Bloch, are all godless and have no divinity. But Madigan is different, and records show that he displayed the supreme divinity of his ideas, inciting and rallying a large following in a short period of time—large enough to alarm any ruler. But there is no indication that he has divine powers, otherwise even the Inquisition that is almost overwhelming will never be able to capture him. ”

"Wang Li Academy really lives up to its reputation." Eshua said indifferently, "I've already started to study the gods." ”

"The target is limited," Brochette ignored Estheu's sarcasm, and just stroked his beard and sighed, "Faith and gods are two different things. The concept of divinity and divine power is only a preliminary theory and lacks empirical evidence. ”

"I'm leaving." Eshua waved his hand impatiently, "I'm just a mercenary captain and I'm not interested in these things. ”

"Volunteer." Brockchette made a gesture of please.

"We'll meet again, Mr. Baranduke." Luciana waved at Estheu.

"It turns out that this child's surname is Baranduk......" Brochette glanced at Esher's back, "I originally thought that the nobles of the reign of the Kavala heir should have been cut off from the inheritance under the persecution of the empire, but I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to meet a single seedling." I just don't know why the 'Noisy' would choose you to be his disciple instead of Sir Darien, who is the blood of Pander Kavala. It's strange to wonder, what kind of logic does the demigod behave in? He should still think about things in the light of human nature - no, this assumption will not lead to any valuable results, and perhaps the timing of the 'noisy' haunts should be compared with the history of Pande in the last twenty years......"

Brochette was still thinking, and his beard was tugged at coldly. He lowered his head in annoyance and reprimanded, "Luciana, how old are you!" ”

Luciana stuck out her tongue and withdrew her hand: "Can you go through my admission procedures, uh...... Dean? She shouted tentatively.

Brochette looked at Luciana, her temples suddenly swelled, and the three pieces of parchment that she still carried in her arms seemed to have turned into red-hot charcoal, emitting a scorching heat. It was reason's warning signal to keep Luciana out. It's not too late, stuff the manuscript back! Reason was commanding him. This girl is a big trouble for Wang Li's Academy, and even for all of Livingston!

He could not afford to watch himself miss the manuscript again. At that time, almost all the efforts of the Royal Academy were exhausted, and everyone from scholars to black-spear knights had taken out all their savings—the Duke of Aldemar even turned a blind eye to let them embezzle a portion of the public funds allocated to the academy—and could not have scraped together 800,000 dinars, but he was unable to pry the manuscript out of Kuigfen's mouth. If he misses it this time, I'm afraid he won't have any extra life to wait for the next meeting. Moreover, how long can these three pieces of parchment be tossed and turned under the erosion of time? Brochette pondered fiercely that this was a struggle between political reason and academic reason, and that the process was so tragic and bloody that it was enough to break the human spirit. Eventually, academic reason narrowly prevailed over political reason, and Brochette tiredly clung to the door of his residence, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply: "Come in, I'll draw up the formalities for your admission." But you must use a pseudonym, and you must not reveal to people that you know how to speak. ”

"No problem." Luciana patted her chest.

"It's your academic ring," Brochette said to his desk, pulling out a white bracelet from a drawer of indistinguishable material. Under the reflection of the candle flame in the room, its luster shows the coldness of metal and the clarity of crystal at the same time. Brochette solemnly placed it on Luciana's wrist: "Originally, with your research in the Noldor language, you were entitled to have a stone bead in the academic ring, but ......," he shrugged, "If you are also proficient in other fields, you can submit your thesis to the Senate, and through the defense session, you can get a stone bead that symbolizes this field." ”

"It doesn't matter." Luciana stroked the bracelet and felt a sense of satisfaction that had never been felt before, "I'm actually more interested in your theory of divinity and divine power. ”

"This is just an immature theory, and it has not even formed a systematic doctrine." Brochette raised an eyebrow, "Why are you interested?" ”

But a theory should always be based on conjectures about a certain phenomenon, right? What is this phenomenon? Is it some miracle? Luciana asked.

"Hmm...... This is classified. Brochette's face flashed with embarrassment.

Luciana lowered her head, her fingers slid lightly over the bracelet, and after a while, she raised her head in a clear voice and asked in a low voice, "Is it the last generation of the Omen Wolf and the 'Red Hand' Lista?" ”