I also got a high-level theoretical research report, the content is so profound that even a student in the academy can read it for half an hour enough to fall asleep. In addition, the research report is not a popular science reading, it is directly a large paragraph of formula calculation, demonstration research, and there is not much text explanation, because the author believes that the reader can understand it just by looking at the formula.

The content is top secret, which means that it is impossible to ask anyone, and there are only two who have made it clear that they can ask, one is the principal, and the other is the author of the report, who is said to be in prison.

The author's name is written in the report, Angel Lena. It should be a woman, and there is no author profile or anything like that, after all, it is just her research report, not a publication.

Strangely, Kevin searched through the library and found no other works or records of this man. In fact, he has never heard of such a person personally, and it stands to reason that female archmages are rare, and if there is, they should not be famous.

There are probably only two explanations for this, either the secrecy is extremely good, or the person is so old that he has faded from public view.

Kevin was a little curious about this, but he was just curious, not the paranoid mentality that he had to dig up something. The psychology also understands that the more you touch the core things, the more dangerous you are.

But for the research report itself, Kevin didn't want to throw in the towel easily. For those with great intelligence, they usually don't back down when they encounter academic challenges. This in itself is a proof of one's own wisdom, just like a warrior encounters an opponent, overcoming a problem is like defeating an opponent, and letting go of a problem is like turning his head and running away.

Of course, in this kind of research, the improvement of Kevin himself is also obvious. Although he still couldn't cast a light spell, if he knew how it worked, it would be easy to set up a hedron array. In the end, although he can't spell, he can do anything.

However, this is still an ideal state, Kevin does not have the ability to understand this report in a short time, but anyway, there is time, make a schedule and start a regular life.

Managing books, writing, doing research, doing things, all kinds of trivial things come and go, but Kevin still manages it in an orderly manner. The study of the report is specially placed in the middle of the night, Kevin is alone on the third floor to study, every time he reads it, he must encrypt it, and the next time he reads it, he will decrypt it, not afraid of trouble, and take it seriously. These things didn't even say anything about Little Spoon and the others, after all, they were top secrets.

On the other hand, Leyson stayed in that church and continued to volunteer. Every day, all kinds of strange people come to pray, and he is a person who has "no work ethic", and when he turns around, he tells Kevin all the content of other people's prayers. It becomes their after-dinner joke.

Of course, Kevin and the others will not say anything to the outside world, after all, they are all moral people. It's just that Kevin occasionally writes something interesting into it, like this...... The number of words can be watered.

"There's another guy here today, and he's asking me directly for some websites?" Leyson sighed.

"Did you give it to him?" asked Kevin.

"No," Leyson replied, "this man is too obscene, and I think these sites are harmful to him." ”

"Oh, you're pretty principled?" the crowd teased.

"Well," Leyson admitted, "I never thought about it before, but sitting in the priesthood, I inevitably started thinking about it. How can we truly save those who repent. So I think there are some things that should be rescued according to their aptitude. ”

"Rescue?" Kevin raised an eyebrow.

"Particularly pure person, I don't think it's a problem to recommend some sites to her. But these people, I decided not to recommend. Leyson was right.

"So you just look at your face and decide whether to give it to the website?" Sain couldn't help but complain, "Can't ugly people even see pictures?"

"......" Leyson was embarrassed for a long time, and could only answer, "...... It also depends on the figure. ”

On the other hand, the repertoire of "Dog's Eyes on the World" is also going on simultaneously. This is mainly done by Fran, and no one can help with necromancy at the moment. Moreover, necromancy is also taboo, and others who want to learn it also need layers of approval, which is very troublesome. However, Fran himself still has a school project, so he can only find time to get it, and the progress is still relatively slow.

In this way, another week passed, and Kevin chewed half of the research report, and the general conclusion was very clear, but many details were not yet understood. If you want to blow it on ordinary people, it is enough to bluff and be stunned. But unfortunately this is top secret, and blowing is not allowed.

However, as his research deepened, Kevin's understanding of the theory became more and more profound, and at the same time, he also admired the author of the report more and more. I can't help but think about it, what kind of person would study the Church of Light so deeply? Is it someone who has been persecuted by the Church of Light like herself? Now that she is in prison, will it have anything to do with this?

In any case, Kevin's decades of hard work from childhood to adulthood are child's play in front of this report. In addition to admiration, I can't help but be very curious about the author of the report. What kind of person could this man who is far greater than himself, a staunch atheist, be?

This curiosity is getting stronger and stronger, and Kevin even wants to go over and check it out right away. But considering that his knowledge level is too poor, once he is asked a few questions by the other party, it will be too embarrassing to not be able to answer them. As a last resort, I forced myself to read the report for a week, looked up a lot of information, and felt that there should be no problem, and then I really decided to meet this powerful author.

I took a shower, took care of my clothes, and carried a small bag with all kinds of preset strange questions. Walk out of the school alone and take the teleportation array to the prison.

"Are you again?" The prison guards already knew Kevin, and indeed Kevin has been here the most recently, and unlike his family, he has the right to go directly to the prison.

"Well, sorry, there's something going on. Kevin could only mush one sentence.

"Then register and go over on your own. The prison guards didn't take him seriously anymore and decided to wave away.

"Well, I'm not here to find the crow this time," Kevin handed over a piece of paper, "I'm here to find Anjie Lena, the Saint Rank powerhouse who is imprisoned here." This is the signature of our principal. ”

The prison guard was taken aback and looked at Kevin like a ghost: "What?"

Kevin had no choice but to say it again, and the prison guard took the signature, looked at it horizontally and vertically, and finally couldn't pay attention: "You wait a minute, I'll go ask my superiors." ”

After a long time, the prison guard finally returned: "Okay, the superior agreed." But you can only go alone, and we can only show you one direction. Got it?"

"No problem," Kevin replied, "by the way, she'...... Are you getting along?"

The prison guard glanced at Kevin in surprise: "Huh...... Nowhere have been. ”

"And do you usually talk to her?"

"I don't talk much, at most it's 'dinner'. The prison guard replied.

"You ...... Afraid of her?" Kevin asked directly.

The prison guard forcibly calmed down: "How can you be afraid? If you are afraid, you are not afraid, that is...... Forehead ......"

Seeing that the other party couldn't go on, Kevin didn't force it, he already depicted a cold goddess in his heart, or she was a huge ugly old witch, which made people panic at a glance.

"Be careful," the guard reminded anyway, "she's called a false saint, and we don't have much contact with her. In fact, when the boss of the self came to the boss, she was already in prison. ”

"Oh, so what should I be careful of?" Kevin asked.

"I don't know, but be careful. The prison guard replied.

Kevin nodded in understanding, and then went alone to the narrow corridor of their designated tunnel, but it was not dark or damp, on the contrary, there was a soft and warm wind blowing below, and there was a faint fragrance wafting in the wind. It makes people think that walking down is a field of flowers, not a cage.

In a moment, Kevin came to the end and suddenly opened up. The basement was lit from above, and the heavy iron barred doors, the cells were simply furnished, and the beds, tables and chairs were the same as those of other prisoners, except that the space was larger, and there were many books piled up at the bedside.

The walls are full of nonsense, mathematical formulas, core values, graffiti, and even foul language, and there is no white space on the three walls and the ceiling.

In the middle, a woman hunched at a table, dressed in a prison uniform. Surprisingly, her appearance is clearly that she is just a young girl, with long black hair and white skin. The aroma in the tunnel seems to be emanating from her.

At this time, she also looked up at Kevin, with a slight curiosity in her eyes, but the depth behind her eyes could make Kevin feel that this was by no means an ordinary girl, and she should not be looking for the wrong person. In addition, female prisoners should all have shaved their hair short, and her hair is so long, it is obvious that she is not an ordinary prisoner.

"Holy Maiden?" Kevin removed the word 'pseudo' as a sign of respect.

"Add the word 'pseudo'," the pseudo-saint retracted her gaze and continued to crouch down in front of the table to write something.

"Pseudo-saint," Kevin added the word 'pseudo', "Let me introduce myself first, I am the librarian of the Royal Academy, my name is ......"

"Kevin?" The pseudo-saint seemed to suddenly become interested, put down the pen in her hand, and stood up.

Kevin was surprised: "Am I so famous?"

"Some time ago a few old men came to visit the prison and talked about you," the saint said from head to toe in large quantities of Kevin, "and they all spoke highly of you. ”

"That's an honor. "Kevin was really flattered.

"What are you doing today?" asked the pseudo-saint, picking up the pen again as she spoke. It seems that her interest in Kevin ends there.

"I've read your report, though it may have been decades ago," Kevin flipped out his question, "I'm going to ask...... I also asked...... I kept asking......"

False Saint: "......"

"Sorry, I'm not a decent college graduate, and I may not have a lot of knowledge. Kevin humbled himself.

The pseudo-saint waved her hand: "These questions are not difficult, you can go back and study them." You love to ask questions so much, I'll ask you one. ”

"If, I mean if," the pseudo-saint pointed at the depths of a finger, "what would happen if eating a man would make a man more powerful?"

"This ......," Kevin frowned and thought, and in his haste, he could only answer according to the usual rules, "From the perspective of history, it is impossible. There are quite a few people who have discussed similar issues, but I personally think that it is not possible unless some characteristics of human beings change. For example, some insects eat the same kind of insects. ”

The pseudo-saint smiled, which was obviously laughing at Kevin's childishness: "Then from the perspective of development direction? Why don't you develop the technology of 'eating people will become stronger'? If the magic fighting spirit can be directly transferred to a person, wouldn't it be the fastest way to become stronger? If there is an obstacle in technology, it would be good to break through." ”

Kevin fell silent, and something flashed through his mind: "You mean, light spells ......"

"I didn't say anything, I'm just bored here, so I think about some philosophical questions," the pseudo-saint looked up at the ceiling, "what do you say is 'life', and what is 'death'?"

"Uh......" Kevin was embarrassed for a moment, and suddenly understood something that the prison guard told him to be careful, probably because of her philosophical questions. There are some things that can become brain-dead if you think too deeply.