Seeing Martin pull out the book again, Natasha couldn't help but be curious—out of boredom. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn this middle of nowhere, it's just the two of them in the campsite. Martin didn't talk to her during the break after eating, but picked up a book and read it, which made Natasha feel quite bored.

"Do you have any other books? Let me read them too. "As a girl from the patriarch's family, Natasha is literate. Since Martin was reading the book carefully, he didn't mean to make small talk with her. So she also plans to pass the time by reading. Although Martin has always been more anxious about the road, he always emphasizes that he should take a break after dinner and not go on the road immediately. Otherwise, he said, he'd get stomach prolapse.

"Oh, here you go. Martin pulled a book out of the space bag and handed it to Natasha.

Unlike Martin, who read quietly, Natasha took the book and read it aloud according to her reading habits: "The two base angles of an isosceles triangle are equal, and whoever draws an isosceles triangle will always be isosceles at equal angles", "A straight line is a line that extends straight between two endpoints"

"What the hell, it's boring!" Natasha dropped the book. "Don't you have any interesting books?"

"Sorry, I really didn't prepare casual reading material for this time. These books are sacred scriptures that we never leave with. According to the elders, it should be read at least once a week. Martin replied.

"What's this book you're reading?" Natasha said, sticking her head over. Seeing Natasha move her face closer, Martin suddenly shrank back, giving up a large space to avoid touching Natasha. The space that Martin gave up in a very awkward posture was just so far that they couldn't feel each other's body temperature.

For Martin's move, Natasha didn't show anything at first. She read aloud the words in Martin's book: "For different plants in the same genus, some grow in the tropics, and some grow in the cold zone. If all species of a genus are indeed descended from a single parent, then adaptive variation must play a role in the long-term propagation process......"

"This one is pretty boring too. Natasha retracted her head and said, "Are your sacred scriptures so boring? I think any priest of any denomination who comes to preach can tell a lot of great stories based on their scriptures!"

Martin replied solemnly, "Our sacred scriptures are different from the scriptures of other religions. We don't scare people with the world after death, and we don't tempt people with any ethereal Elysium. After a pause, Martin recited in a very reverent tone the hadith among them: "It is up to us to create the happiness of mankind!" and then Martin continued, "And our sacred texts, needless to say, contain the true truth of this world. Our prophets, not from the gods, but through their own diligent study, have left a precious lesson for posterity. Those seemingly boring theorems are the real key to opening the door to wisdom. ”

Seeing Martin get serious, I felt that this topic was really uninteresting. Natasha shifted the subject elsewhere, teasing Martin with his reaction, "Why did you avoid me so much just now, like if you would get burned if you hit me?" Is it because of that Miss Liukrisia, but don't you say that you are not lovers with her, or do you say that you are inexperienced with girls, and therefore instinctively afraid of them?"

"Don't look at the jokes...... I did this because I respect you, so I subconsciously have this move. Martin said. On the one hand, it is reminiscent of the plot of the paladin fighting with the wanderer in the common adventure novel. As for the experience of dealing with girls, Martin did have a little weakness. Although he had that kind of relationship with a young girl when he was thirteen years old, the other party was of the serf class. For the women of the upper echelons, Martin, who has been a penance for many years, really has little experience in coping.

In order to settle Natasha. Martin had to put down the book and tell Natasha a story, one starring a dog. Halfway through the story, it's time for them to set off.

Riding on her horse, Natasha still reminisced about the story for a while, and then complimented Martin on it. Martin just smiled at this. Although Natasha is a literate person and has also read some books. But she still stays at the level of "reading stories". I can't comprehend what's behind the story.

The story of the dog sold to the Northland is not just an animal novel. Behind it is the author's point of view, which is the philosophy of the superman. In the end, the author didn't dare to show that point of view nakedly, but put those things that violated morality and stole and killed on a dog. Although this has been much more relaxed, the dog that is above the concept of good and evil, and is not condemned by conscience, is undoubtedly one of the concrete manifestations of superhuman will.

More than half of the Starch Spencer druids believed in the philosophy of the Superman. In this harsh world, this choice is a matter of course. Martin himself has never made a choice. Because his teacher has emphasized to him countless times, "The natural law of natural evolution and elimination, victory and inferiority is correct, but it cannot be simply substituted into human society, and people are not animals." ”

However, studying in isolation for a long time is one thing to take a view of the philosophy of the Superman. In the real world, after going through practice, the perception of the philosophy of the superman is another matter. Ever since he experienced things like the crusade against Blackrobe Bull, Martin felt that he had become more and more identified with the Superman philosophy. So he told Canian that he was going to be Superman.

It's just one thing to say it, and Martin hasn't had a chance to practice it until now. Practical ...... about strong will

But Martin didn't think much of it. He was not a student who had fallen into poverty, and spent his days in a hut, thinking like a fever. Martin now has a task on his shoulders. People with a clear purpose don't think too much about irrelevant things.

Martin's horse for Natasha was also quite good, and Martin's own mount was a product of magic. Both of them are strong and accustomed to traveling. Straight ahead, a day later, Martin and Natasha had traveled a long way. Ran into another village.

As soon as he entered the village, a middle-aged man stopped Martin.

"You're an adventurer. He said to Martin in a respectful tone.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Martin jumped off the magic horse and made a polite gesture as he deserved.

"It's a dark elf! A dark elf is roaming around our village. If you can help us solve this problem, we will also put together a sum of money as a reward for the dark elf who is not strong, but is still a child, in addition to the dark elf at your disposal. ”

Out of politeness, Martin listened to the village chief's speech. Then he refused, "For that matter, wait and see." By the way, did you see that?" Martin said, pulling out a drawing. It was painted exactly what he was looking for.

This picture was just painted by Martin this morning. Before breakfast this morning, Canion's side had paid a Quarfeather Talisman with a market value of 100 gold to pass on a message to Martin. It describes what the holy object Martin was looking for looked like. The reason why he had only told Martin about this until now was for no other reason, but that Canion's side had just found out what the holy relic looked like by looking through the dusty texts. Canion's description is still very detailed. The shape and pattern of the dagger used by the virgins to slaughter the sacrifices were clearly drawn by Martin. Martin himself was not a painter, but he was highly trained in drawing. As a Starch Spencer Druid, it is necessary to study plants and animals. And people who study animals and plants will never be able to do without excellent drawing skills. Martin was able to clearly express the characteristics of various animals and plants in a hand-drawn way. It's easy to paint such a sacred object.

"Well, I've seen it. It's on that dark elf!" said the village chief after a moment of careful observation.

What! No, it's that simple? Was this the end of this adventure that had made him nervous, though Martin would have preferred to get his hands on the relic sooner. But ending up like this always made him feel a little bit like that. He remembered the first exam of his apprenticeship, but in order to prepare for the exam, Martin nervously studied for three days and three nights. I was afraid that I would be kicked back to be a serf because I failed the exam. But he never imagined that it would be a very simple open-book exam. The mixed feelings of that time were very similar to those of today.

"You're not lying to me, you want me to help you deal with that dark elf. Martin sorted out his thoughts for a moment, and immediately questioned the village chief suspiciously.

"I recognize that magical creature you're riding underneath, you're a formidable adventurer. Shall I lie to you at the risk of anger?" said the village chief, waving his hand, helplessly. "Besides, you can confirm with your own eyes, that dagger is hanging on her waist!"

"In that case, let's try. Martin turned to Natasha. And Natasha has long been eager to try this, so naturally she will not oppose Martin's proposal. Instead, she immediately asked, "Shall we leave now?"

"No!" Martin said confidently after glancing at the sky, "there will be a heavy snowfall soon, and we'll wait until the snow is over before we act." No matter what, the dark elves who have lived underground for a long time will not be good at fighting in the snow. ”

"You're a powerful adventurer, but it's better to get acquainted with your opponents. Let me give you an introduction. The village chief leaned over and said earnestly.

Know your enemies. This is what Martin's teacher has been teaching Martin. Naturally, Martin would not object to this proposal. Soon, the village chief poured beans into a bamboo tube, and told Martin everything he had learned.

According to the information provided by the village chief, Martin had in his mind the image of a dark elf scout who had just landed on the surface. By all indications, the dark elf was alone. Well, Martin and Natasha are still quite sure to solve her. In particular, the only time the village chief saw the dark elf proved that the dark elf was indeed a child - unless it was a dwarf disease among the dark elves, it was impossible for an adult dark elf to be so short.

The village chief also showed Martin a corpse that had been attacked by the dark elf. Luckily it was a dog's. Still, the sharp puncture marks on it made Martin wary. On the corpse of the huge mastiff, there were two symmetrical thorn marks, which pierced deep into its body. Touching those two stab marks, Martin somehow thought of some poisonous snakes with fangs like two sabers. The blood on the dog's carcass had long since coagulated, it had been attacked quite a long time ago. That night, the village chief heard several barks, followed by a wail. By the time the village chief shouted out a few strong young men with weapons and courage, the dark elves had disappeared without a trace. And similar dark elves infiltrated the village, and it happened a few times.

"Why, that dark elf has been moving around your village, and hasn't hurt anyone yet?" asked Martin. Unfortunately, the village chief was unable to explain the mystery. Next, the village chief led Martin around the village, partly considering that if the dark elves attacked, then Martin would be familiar with the terrain. On the other hand, it also allowed other villagers to share what they had learned. But that information is often full of speculation and of little value. The village chief is different from ordinary villagers.

And at dusk, it was as Martin expected. Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the amount of snow fell so much that even these northlanders smacked their tongues. It's not enough to describe the snow as goose feathers. The snow was just falling in clumps.

Martin stood in the doorway, still blown by the cold wind like a knife, and he did not move. He's estimating the snow. After a few moments, he returned to the warm fireplace and said with a confident smile, "This snow will last all night." Tomorrow morning, it's time to hunt!"

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The plot is still a little slow, mainly because the river crab storm has been a bit big recently, and I don't dare to do that chapter of the mouth.

I don't know how many of my fiction readers are students. If you're a student, you should study hard. This is not a lie. Some time ago, a worker who led a strike at a Japanese factory in China regretted that he did not go to university in an interview. And I always regretted that I didn't get into a good university...... Moreover, I hated mathematics or something at the beginning, but now I have some thoughts of learning. On the forums I frequent, that's blatant discrimination against liberal arts students. Countless people shouted, "If you don't know mathematics, you are not qualified to claim to be educated!", and I burst into tears, because my current level of mathematics is far beyond that of middle school students...... And I am a military house, and I have suffered deeply from not understanding machinery, and I can't understand many places in military magazines......

So, in my pen, there was a druid who was terrible at math but still religiously read Principia Geometry. In addition, this plot is also a tribute to Li Kirk.