"He's lying. Townspeople, Burhan Daberka is lying. ”

An old man's voice came from the teleportation circle, calm and full of anger.

The audience was in an uproar.

Burhan, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai, almost fell off his chair. Governor Kadar, who was sitting not far away, blinked his eyes and continued to stare at the graceful maids. Salong on the side was surprised and delighted.

This old guy wasn't the one I arranged, what's going on?

O god of Yihehua, have you heard the call of the devout believers?

The old man who was speaking was Ibn Khaldun, the rector of Nehr University, who had suffered a heavy loss from the book burning, and had lost nine out of ten books. Ibn al-Khaldun and the university's teachers tried again and again to persuade the students to obey the law and contribute to the city's order and stability. Then, he was forced to persuade the students to come to this "important ceremony".

Countless people's hearts are dripping blood.

However, the principal and teachers did it, perhaps because of the obedience and recognition of authority in the Muslan culture, or perhaps because of the authority of the principal and teachers, in short, they did it.

Therefore, Burhan Daberkha was very satisfied with this, and considered the performance of Nehr University to be exemplary, and asked the rector of Ibn Khaldun to speak by name.

Unexpectedly, a basin of cold water on the head!

Headmaster Ibn Haldun pressed his hands lightly and signaled for silence. The students in the audience shouted in unison, instantly suppressing the chaotic noise.

"Burhan Da Boka, as the only high-ranking Burka left in the city now, you must have memorized the Holy Sect's "Tongtian Sutra" backwards. Excuse me, then, what is the first description of the end times in the scriptures of the supreme Lord Kara?

Burhan was furious, damn old thing, are you kidding me?

Indeed, this is too simple. Without Burhan answering, the whole audience chanted: "People will stay away from prayer!"

Ibn al-Haldun calmly asked: "Have we, tonight, prayed?"

The audience suddenly fell silent.

Someone suddenly jumped up in horror: "Holy Lord, Holy Lord forgive me, I patronized and carried books, I forgot to pray, I forgot to pray!"

The Holy Guardian Army, who was aware of the hindsight, hurriedly connected Burhan to the communication circle.

Burhan roared: "Yes, but this is different! The "Book of Babel" also says that when the Muslan warriors are fighting, they don't need to pray, and now, we are fighting heretics, of course we don't need to pray!"

The people in the audience were dumbfounded, watching Big Burca and the headmaster confront each other on the high platform.

Several young and strong students exchanged glances, quietly withdrew from the crowd, and felt towards the communication control room.

There was no anger in Ibn al-Khaldun's tone: "Which version of the Book of Babel says?"

Burhan laughed angrily: "Which version? How many versions of the Tongtian Sutra are there?" Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly froze.

Since the time of Farug, there has been only one version of Nehr's Babel, and that is the Farug Revised Rare Book, which has not changed for three hundred years, and is highly consistent in terms of basic dogma, which has become an unrivaled advantage for Nehr.

But now it's different!

Now there is one more version, a new one that he ordered to be compiled!

Did I really miss such an important sentence? Impossible!

Oops, lately all the energy has been focused on seizing power, and I haven't taken much care of academic affairs. The new book has been printed and distributed, but who knows if the people below will make a mistake in the printing of the oolong.

The old guy has always been docile and honest, and he must have taken some handle to sing the opposite tune so calmly.

Trouble.

Ibn al-Khaldun did not give up on the pursuit: "All-knowing and all-powerful is only the Holy Lord Kala, and even the sage Mahmad does not dare to say that he has not made mistakes." What's more, it is a huge classic, which must always be carefully surveyed and compared with each other to finalize it. ”

Burhan dismounted: "Yes, yes, Mr. Halledon is worthy of being our university scholar, and he has extraordinary knowledge, and if it weren't for you, I would have almost been mistaken for a liar." ”

"Oh, don't get me wrong, there's no misunderstanding, you are. ”

Burhan almost suffocated to death.

The audience whistled and cheered from students who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

"'Lies will become an art, will be respected as truth, will be a law and a treasure' – don't be angry, this proverb about the end times is from Burhan the Great Burka's version of the Book of Babel, and it is no different from the rare book of His Majesty Faruq, and I can vouch for it in person. ”

Burhan, who had a bruise on his head, had to sit down for the second time.

Damn old guys!

The old fellow's speech continued: "Let's start with the night of the Avenger Coming, those poor girls do exist, and this is what you said to all the townspeople, right?"

Burhan gritted his teeth: "Yes. ”

"So, since the avenging angels came down to uphold justice and sweep away the filth, why did you strictly order the Holy Cathars to seal off the location of the incident, prevent the search and rescue team of the city hall from investigating, and even the families of those poor girls?

A student below angrily shouted: "He is an accomplice of the devil!" He is the real murderer's ......." A "lackey" did not finish shouting, and was gagged by a classmate next to him.

Burhan decided that he could not be led by the old fellow, and he stood up angrily: "As a headmaster, who gave you the power to interfere with Berka's duties? Is it necessary to explain this kind of thing to you?

There was a neat boo from the audience.

Ibn Khaldun was not angry at all: "Education certainly cannot be above Berka's authority, but, dear Berka, are we going to teach our students to lie?"

"Nope. I'll explain, but," Burhan glared at the old guy across from him, as if to swallow him in one gulp, "not now. ”

After saying that, Burhan sat down in the chair with his ass closed, his eyes closed, and put on a look of "I don't care about what you say".

Slow down first, deal with the things in front of you, and then, Lao Tzu will personally tie this old immortal to the back of the horse and drag him to death!

"Of course. What could be more important than saving people?"

The audience burst into exclamations, and Burhan's determination was overturned in less than twenty seconds: "Save people, save whom?"

"Two of my students, Senna and Yasmini, students of the class of 1643, were taken away by the mission of the Holy Mosque about twenty days ago, on their way home, on the grounds of openly spreading dangerous thoughts. However, according to the testimonies of their classmates and teachers at the time, they only discussed the traditional architectural dome style of the Arabic building, and thought that it should not be spherical. ”

"I have ample evidence that they joined the heretical organization Eye of Light!"

"First, the Bright Eyes are only political dissidents, not heretics, and second, I don't know what you're saying, but I have ample evidence that they are still alive in the black cells beneath the mission center. ”

The audience was in an uproar.