In Manfred's absence, it took him a long time to arrive in Dévide in a carriage, and by the time he had rounded the imperial capital and arrived at the Astrad I School in the western suburbs, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. At such a moment, coupled with the scorching sun of April, Count Hecate, who was dressed in a red suit, was really a little unable to withstand this heat wave.

Arriving at the gate of the school, Count Hecate saw that several carriages were already parked at the door, and he remembered what Young had told him that Manfred had come to the Astrad I School to make a report, and he quickly guessed that the drivers of the horses had come to listen to the report.

This surprised Earl Hecate, who had never heard of Manfred's influence in the academic world and that so many people would come to hear from him, even though he had obtained a professorship at a university in addition to his status in Class 13.

When Count Hecate wanted to enter the Astrad I School, he was stopped by the doorman, this school can have such a reputation, naturally it is perfect in every detail, especially the protection of students, if there is no excellent protection measures, how can those high-ranking officials rest assured that their children will be sent over?

The doorman asked Count Hecate to show an invitation, although the Astrad I College would open the campus from time to time, but the identity of the guests was still very strict, there was no invitation, even if the Count of Heckat revealed his identity as the Earl of Glamorgan, the doorman resolutely refused to let him enter the school.

In desperation, Count Hecate had no choice but to take out his credentials as the head of the Ministry of the Interior. Seeing the name of the Ministry of the Interior, the doorman couldn't help but hesitate, the reputation of the Ministry of the Interior was like an untouchable mountain to these little people, and he couldn't afford to resist at all, but on the other hand, he still didn't dare to let Count Hecate in, because even the people of the Ministry of the Interior didn't have a rule that they could be allowed to enter.

After hesitating for a while, the doorman still found someone to invite the principal over, after all, he was a director-level figure in the Ministry of the Interior, and only Principal Russell had the qualifications to talk to the other party.

After receiving the news, Principal Russell hurried to the school gate, and he saw Count Hecate waiting impatiently outside the iron gate in the distance.

Although the weather was not the hottest, after standing under the sun for a long time, Count Hecate was still a little unbearable, he had already worn a lot, and now his shirt was already soaked with sweat.

"May I ask who you are......" Principal Russell paused as he walked to the school gate, and he slowly stepped forward and asked tentatively. Since Artmis did not study at Astrad I College, Principal Russell did not meet Earl Hecate, but the document he saw was indeed genuine, so he had to be cautious.

Seeing that someone who could finally speak had arrived, Count Hecate loosened his collar, and his tone was full of impatience and irritability. "I am the Earl of Glamorgan, Maxsimian Noe Hecate, and the Director of the Thirteenth Division of the Home Office. ”

Headmaster Russell was startled by the name of the Earl of Hecate, and the title of Earl of Glamorgan surprised him a little at best, but not so much that he had seen a lot of nobles like the Earl. What really made this principal, who also had some social status in the imperial capital, really cared about was the half sentence behind Count Hecate, the director of the thirteenth section of the Ministry of the Interior.

Although most people do not know about the mysterious and special institution of the Ministry of the Interior, people like President Russell still know a little about it. Especially after the previous new star of the third section of the Ministry of the Interior, Seresi Daxda, was reported, many people got a glimpse of the mysterious corner of the Ministry of the Interior for the first time. Therefore, although he had never heard of the institution of Thirteen Lessons, considering that there were so many mysterious places in the Ministry of the Interior, Principal Russell did not plan to explore more.

"This is really disrespectful," Principal Russell pondered his words as he pondered the meaning of Earl Hecate's intentions, "but I don't know what you are doing to do business and come to our school on purpose?"

Of course, Count Hecate would not directly say that he was here to find Manfred, which would not only easily expose Manfred's identity, but also might make the headmaster in front of him suspicious.

"I heard that your school is holding an academic lecture?"

"Yes......" Headmaster Russell hesitated, unsure why Earl Hecate would ask this, "We do have a biology lecture going on, is there any problem?"

"So, if I want to sit in on it, it should be fine, right?"

"Uh...... Yes, if you want, but I hope you don't disturb the normal class of the students. Headmaster Russell frowned, but finally agreed to Count Hecate's request. He had never heard of such a request before, when would the Home Office be interested in an academic presentation? However, thinking of the current situation, Principal Russell still decided to endure it, after all, it was before, and now the situation of the two princes fighting is already obvious, Beria wants to let his Ministry of the Interior expand the scope of interference, which Principal Russell is not incomprehensible, although he is an educator, but because of this, he can not completely dissociate himself from the political situation, and completely focus on his academic research.

"Thank you very much," Count Hecate nodded slightly, lowering his hat a little, "then please lead the way, if you are busy with official business, then it is okay to find me a guide, I will take care not to disturb your students." ”

After a quick thought, Headmaster Russell summoned Lady Martha, who had come with him, and instructed her, "Please lead the Earl to the Great Hall, and tell the professor in charge there to arrange a side seat for him." ”

"Yes, Mr. Headmaster. Lady Martha nodded and walked over to Count Hecate, "Your Excellency, please come with me." ”

Looking at the sturdy Lady Martha, Count Hecate couldn't help but feel a sense of pressure. "Yes, ma'am. He replied with a reluctant smile as he followed Lady Martha to the Great Hall.

Turning a few buildings, the Earl of Hecate came to the auditorium of which Rector Russell had spoken. Lady Martha led him through the side door, and before entering the auditorium, Count Hecate also took a special look inside, and there were many people sitting in the large auditorium, except for some researchers who had come to listen to Manfred's report, and the school had organized a lot of students to come together, and the auditorium was full, at least the scene was full.

Leaning against the wall, Earl Hecate quietly walked to the second-floor side room that Principal Russell had ordered, which was a special place for the staff of the Great Hall, so there was no one around.

"Ever since His Majesty Astrad I preached the electorate, the academic community has been studying the illnesses of the Duke of Norfolmons from a theological point of view, believing that the Duke of Norfolmons was born with a series of diseases because he was not chosen by the Lord and was not eligible to inherit the throne of Dehebas. Manfred stood on the stage, facing the dense audience in front of the audience, without a nervous look at all, "But in my research on the medical history of the Duke of Norforthmons, I found a very interesting question, why is the Duke of Norforthmons, who is a pure-blooded royal family, and the Duke of Norformons, who has the purest blood of the Gyan family, be rejected by the lord and are not qualified to inherit the throne of Dehebas?" This point has been obscured by the voters, and for various reasons, the academic community has never explored it in greater depth, but today, I will explain my thoughts on this issue. ”

When the audience heard Manfred's remarks, they all whispered to each other. For the students sitting in the back, there was nothing wrong with it, but it was just a novelty, but for the pedants sitting in the front row, it was not a suitable statement for such a public setting.

"Professor Schneider!" an old biologist, sitting in the audience, almost in front of Manfred, suddenly spoke, "Do you want to question the authority of the elect's statement? This is a doctrine endorsed by His Majesty Astrad I and the Church, do you know the consequences of refuting this?"

Manfred smiled slightly, although the old man in front of him was one of the best seniors in the biology world, but for Manfred, he was far behind in terms of age and seniority.

"I'm just telling the truth, after a hundred years of diligent pursuit of science, why are we still so timid and bound by the clichés of our predecessors? ”

There was another commotion in the audience, with some of the young, vigorous students even applauding the strange-looking professor whom they had laughed at first, and applauding his bravery. However, the faces of those professors and pedants were even worse.

"Since you say the truth," said another professor, "then, please speak up and hear it, and see if your high argument can be accepted by the academic community, and whether it is qualified to overturn the divine elect." ”

Manfred almost burst into laughter, and if it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have done it. Holding back a smile, Manfred glanced at the people in the audience, those who called themselves "academics", and on their faces, Manfred saw that there was no more funny face of a clown.

"Well, then, I'll tell you about it. Manfred said, and the auditorium was quiet again because of his words, "The Duke of Norformons's lineage, due to long-term intermarriages, especially between brothers and sisters, has caused the blood of this family to be limited to a certain range, and no new blood has flowed in. It is well known that a thing, once it reaches its purest level, is apt to go to extremes, either to be perfect or to be useless, and the same is true of the Duke of Norforthmons. Because their bloodline is too pure, the disease factors hidden in their bloodlines have gradually become dominant factors with the accumulation of several generations of consanguineous marriages, and they have exploded in their offspring. The purer the bloodline, the more likely it is that the disease will be triggered, and these diseases are born with their own and are not contagious, but only appear in their offspring. It can be seen that even the purest royal blood cannot get rid of the troubles of disease, or rather, it is precisely because the bloodline is too pure that it will lead to such a result. Therefore, there is no such thing as a chosen person, whether it is a king or a duke, their blood does not have to be noble to ordinary people, and if they violate the laws of nature, they will be punished by the Lord. The Duke of Norflmons and his family were married to a long period of consanguineous blood, which caused their blood to become filthy and disease-ridden. This proves that all men are created equal, and there is never a congenital difference in blood because of status!"

After Manfred finished speaking, the audience was in an uproar, if his words just now were just bold, now it was already a great rebellion, he was questioning the excellence of the royal blood of the Giang family, and even this statement could be considered to really question the legitimacy of the Giang family's ruling empire.

The professors and scholars in the front row fell silent for a moment, first in shock, and then they hurried to refute it, as if refuting Manfred would show their justice.

But before they could speak, the bold and bloody lads sitting behind them were already the first to burst into cheers. These young men like to challenge authority, especially the audacity of Manfred, whose tsunami-like voices completely drown out the accusations of the professors in the front row, and even if the teachers on one side try to stop them, they can't dampen the enthusiasm of the students.

However, in the midst of this frenzied enthusiasm, there are also people who fall into an ice cave.

Sophia's eyes widened, her mind almost blank now. She was completely reluctant to believe Manfred's claims, but the fanaticism of her classmates made it impossible for her to convince herself.

No, it's impossible! Pure blood is noble, and the union of brother and sister is absolutely sacred! There is nothing wrong with it!