"I am here because of your feat!" Coulson didn't have a politeness or a sell-off, and directly said his intentions.

It should be explained here that the so-called sages are not determined by their combat effectiveness, in fact, most sages are weak chickens who are powerless, weak chickens in all senses, neither strong flesh nor spellcasters. Sages are judged solely on the basis of their IQ and knowledge.

These intellectual monks feel that violence or something is a symbol of barbarism, how can it be interesting to learn to practice magic and martial arts? You know, these guys don't even want to waste time on falling in love, let alone learning any spell martial arts.

By the way, according to the grapevine, more than 60 percent of these monks are virgins......

"Feat? What is it? Because of buying books? Soram felt that he and the bald sage seemed to have a different understanding of the word feat. Buy a book...... Can it be called a feat?

"Of course! You were the first person in hundreds of years to finalize over 600,000 books in the Knowledge Islands, and you invented the great movable type printing press! Isn't that a feat? Movable type printing, in particular, is simply the biggest innovation since the creation of knowledge! This should be compiled into the annals of history for future generations to admire! ”

Solam didn't expect that he said something casually, as if he had touched the G-spot of this bald old man, which made him excited, and his face was blushing as if a fifty-year-old virgin had finally graduated. Solam wants to think that this product was not chicken blood before it came.

But it didn't take long for Soram to find an important point from that passage.

"I created movable type? You...... Is it really an intellectual sage? "How could he have created this thing with movable type? The history of human beings in Ferron can be traced back more than 10,000 years! No matter how ignorant the humans of Ferron were, they had not invented movable type printing until now. Solam never doubted the wisdom of the intelligent race of Faeron, after all, they had also created so many glorious civilizations, how could they not have invented movable type printing?

So Solam suspected that he had heard it wrong, or that the bald man in front of him was a fake intellectual sage!

"Of course I am! Here's my proof! In the face of Solam's questioning, Coulson the Bald didn't get too angry, but showed Solam a badge engraved with Ogma's emblem. Ogma's emblem is a blank scroll, and Coulson's badge, in addition to a blank scroll, also has a golden circle on the periphery, on which is engraved a string of rune script, which is said to be a script from Ogma's homeland, which has no special power, just a simple script, similar to the lingua franca.

The meaning of these words is also simple: 'Ideas have no weight, but they shake the mountains; Ideas have no power, but they can command a myriad; Ideas have no power, but they can destroy everything. Before anything can exist, ideas must precede existence. ’

This is the eulogy of the Church of Ogmar and is the most central part of Ogma's teachings. Ogma not only holds the priesthood of inspiration, invention, and knowledge, but he also represents the highest and most primitive form of knowledge—the idea.

In short, Solam could tell from the fluctuations of divine power on that badge that this was a genuine product. Of course, it is not excluded that someone killed an intellectual sage and snatched his badge and then ran in front of him to pretend to be forced, after all, the sage is a dead house with rich knowledge and weak combat effectiveness, and Solam can kill a bunch of them with a fist.

But Soram soon ruled it out.

This is a candle castle!

Regarded as one of the strongholds of the Church of Ogmar, Ogmar's eyes rarely leave here, there are many Ogma priests and paladins stationed here, and in addition to these, Candle Keep also has a super master in the Guardian of the Scroll! The current Guardian of the Scroll is named Marta, a level 21 legendary mage, a level 7 prophet, a level 3 polymath, and an old monster known as the Silver Sage. Although his mage level is only twenty-one, with his prophetic profession, the combat power that this guy can burst out can directly catch up with the top powerhouses in the continent.

The profession of prophet is very rare in the Faeron Continent, and even the vast majority of people don't know that this profession exists, as for how to learn and cultivate this profession, it is even more of a secret among secrets, anyway, this profession that is said to be able to spy on the long river of time has always been a legend.

Think about how you fight an opponent who can anticipate the enemy at any time. He can detect all your actions in advance, and then counteract in advance, even sneak attacks and assassinations, intrigues and tricks have no effect on this kind of opponent, it's desperate to think about, this is still a yarn!

Oh, by the way, there is also a big master in Candle Castle, and this master usually rarely shows up. It was the ancient silver dragon, Mirimu, who was bound here by the ancient archkarcist Turth to protect the monks, buildings, and books of the Candle Castle. Not only does she have powerful spellcasting abilities, but she can also regenerate within 24 hours of being destroyed. (Because of Candlekeep, she can never be destroyed)

Take out a sage here? No kidding!

Even a guy like Solam, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, will be a man with his tail between his legs in the face of a place like Candle Castle, where the dragon and the tiger are hidden. Because I really can't afford to provoke it, besides, there's no need to provoke it at all, and Solam is not the kind of anti-intellectual, and he will only go to trouble a group of otaku who are obsessed with learning when he is crazy.

In short, Soram was sure that the sage was real, but what he said still made Soram a little incredulous.

"You...... Haven't studied history? Soram asked cautiously.

As a result, this sentence was like a spark that ignited explosives, which angered Coulson, who seemed to be a good old man. I won't write about the exact process of how this bald man got angry, because Soram has to admit that there are many things he doesn't understand, what historical nihilism, what social evolution, what philosophy of history, what metahistoriography, etc., a bunch of Solam can't understand the technical terms and theoretical content.

Anyway, it was this bald sage who seemed to be a good old man, but was actually a good old man, and sprayed Solam like he had eaten gunpowder, and what made Soram even more desperate was that if this guy sprayed, Solam couldn't understand at least four-fifths of the way......

Solam asked himself to be regarded as an intellectual, but in the face of this kind of rank boss, he could only admit it. No way, no one else is swearing, what can you do? If you don't understand a single word, you can't understand a single word.

In short, Solam can be regarded as confirming that others have studied history, and definitely know more than himself.

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