"I'm mainly saying these words to the students in Class F......" Spinoza said this, listening to the cockscomb head in the audience snorting like a balloon leaking, and continued without changing his face: "Although you are classified as Class F, it does not mean that you are the worst, maybe because you met too strong opponents in the first round, maybe because you met opponents who were too strong, maybe because you were too nervous and missed, maybe just because you were out for some reason." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMaybe you will lament the unjust fate and curse the unfairness of fate, but in fact, fate is never fair, just like this world. Speaking of which, I heard the cockscomb sneering like a flat tire, and simply suppressed it with his words, "But that's not the most important thing. ”

"I ask you to think about what you came to Pascal Academy to learn magic for, to get what you want, to prove that you are better than others, to protect the most precious people, or to do something else, such as to make the world a better place. Spinoza paused, "What would make the world a better place?"

"Magic—" Cockscomb cried out in a heart-rending cry that was sharper than a stab.

"Is it really magic?" Spinoza's voice did not change, but he suppressed the prolonged cry of the cockscomb, and everyone in the audience felt as if he were talking in their ears, and the cockscomb head was loud but seemed to come from a distance. "You might as well imagine that in a world where everyone knows magic and has climactic magic, is this world really the best? If people are too strong in magic, they use magic when they are not satisfied, they use magic to sweep over something they like, they move mountains and reclaim the sea for their own convenience, two people accidentally have a conflict, or even just use magic to fight if they don't like each other? Is this kind of world really good?"

"And what can make the world better?" asked the girl, with shoulder-length short hair and a grass-like look, who had worked hard day and night to learn magic well, but never thought about why she wanted to do it, when she heard Spinoza deny magic so much, as if to deny what she had done, she couldn't help but ask.

"Magic varies from person to person and is constantly changing, and only those things that remain unchanged maintain the world and make it a better place, and these things are called order. Spinoza said with a smile, his tone as firm as iron, "What kind of scene would a world of rampant magic and no order be?

"Isn't it magic that keeps order?"

"Is that so? Is it because people are afraid of magic and obey order, or is it because everyone obeys order that they can use magic without permission? Order comes from magic, or is it the virtue of respecting order?"

"What's so good about virtue!" said the cockscomb, deliberately raising his hand and shaking his arm, the red magic stone leaving a bright shadow in the air.

"It's not that there is something called virtue that shines like the sun on the earth, but because if everyone adheres to virtue, the world will be a better place! When I was young, I used to pursue the true meaning of magic, and I used to practice chivalry and preach, and finally I found that the only way to make the world better is to make the world better, and the only way to make this world better is to make all people better! And I can't do that, I can only abide by virtue, try to influence you, even if it can only affect one person, and this person will try to influence others, and pass it on like this, bit by bit, no matter how small and inconspicuous the results are, at least what I do is making the world a better place. ”

"But what about the teacher himself?" Helen looked at Spinoza's sack-like clothes, which, though cleanly washed, were slumped down everywhere, and looked like they would fall apart at any moment.

"There is a saying in the East that a gentleman is poor. That is to say, no matter how turbulent the situation is, no matter what the difficulties encountered, we should stick to our beliefs. I also wondered if virtue was more worthy of pursuit than anything else, and if so, what was the difference? and finally found the answer, that is, wealth, fame, power, and magic could be taken away, but as long as you were willing to stick to it, no one could take away your virtue, and virtue would always be behind you like a shadow. ”

"If good people are not rewarded, then why be good people?" Fulton couldn't help but say, and the whole room nodded with one sentence.

"Bad people don't necessarily have good rewards. The shoulder-length girl argued that it wasn't that she had to be a good person, but that a good person didn't repay you too absolutely, as if a good person would fall from the sky and then a meteor would stone you to death.

"In that case, it doesn't make a difference between being a good person and a bad person?"

"Yes, if a good person has a good reward, then what is the difference between doing good deeds and getting paid for your work? Even if a good person is not necessarily rewarded, even in the midst of displacement, he still unswervingly adheres to this virtue, which makes his virtue more and more noble and noble. You may think that my down-and-out example is like a negative teaching material, but in fact, my example is more convincing! People have a choice, no matter how the trend of the times and social customs change, no matter how unfortunate your personal fortune is, you can still stick to your virtue, instead of being like duckweed, being determined by the environment, by encounters, by others! ”

There was no exclamation, no applause, no applause, and the audience looked at Spinoza like puppets, which were probably more incomprehensible to them than profound magic. Spinoza sighed slightly, he also knew that he would be disappointed if he said that the impact was small, but if he didn't, the guilt and guilt in his heart would make him even more uncomfortable.

After a while, Helen finally spoke: "We also admit that what one person does can make the world better, but if it makes the world better, is it right to sacrifice an innocent person?"

Spinoza nodded and smiled, as if admitting the question: "Right and wrong are the yardsticks of things, but there is at least a pair of yardsticks for measuring things, worthy of it and not worth it-"

Pascal straightened up and stared at Spinoza, feeling that he had said that he had been hazy before, and that he had clearly said it as if he had lifted the veil to reveal those thoughts, which were even clearer than what he had thought, and there was an impulse in his heart that could not help but be in admiration!"Is it worth it or ......not," Pascal muttered, and what was right and wrong in the legend of two nations fighting over whether to break eggshells from the big head or from the small head? What is right or wrong for different people to do so at the cost of bloodstaining the earth for the sake of wealth, women, land, and even fame? But they think it is worth shedding blood for it.

"What's worth it or not, we're here to learn magic, not to listen to this nonsense!" said the cockscomb as he shook his head, and the boos around him felt like they were cheering him on, and he couldn't stop shaking his head proudly.

The words of the cockscomb also interrupted Spinoza's train of thought: "Dare to ask this classmate, what is magic?"

"Magic is a miracle-" The cockscomb head has lived this life, just to wait for this sentence, he opened his throat and roared, shaking the red stone on his finger as he spoke, "We can do magic people, and we can do miracles that ordinary people can't even think of." ”

"This should also be the understanding of magic by ordinary people, we might as well call it miracleism. Are there any other students who would like to share their opinions?" Cockscomb was still holding his throat, waiting for Spinoza to continue to ask, and he did not hesitate to reveal his earth-shattering and transcendent opinions, who knew that Spinoza said such a sentence, and suddenly felt like he was choking on drinking water.

"I think magic is the same as technology and science, but it's just a means to an end, although magic is more fantastic. Helen said thoughtfully.

"This is also, magic is a means, it is a tool, we might as well call it instrumentalism, is there any other opinion?"

"Magic has feelings. Pascal whispered.

"Magic has feelings," Spinoza nodded as she looked at Pascal, "yes, we might as well call it emotion." Everyone followed Spinoza's gaze and looked at Pascal, who just thought about it and couldn't help but say it, but when Spinoza heard it, he caused trouble, and lowered his head vigorously and felt that his cheeks were as hot as fire.

The cockscomb head was like a programmed robot, and it snorted again.

Olivia raised her eyebrows, Fulton observed what she said, and gestured to Stephen, Stephen followed and shook her hair, Rabelais seemed to have received a secret word, and stabbed Raphael in front of her fist, Raphael comprehended, and with a hook of her toes, there was a scream like a megaphone failure, and the cockscomb head fell to the ground again, and then she remembered to wave her hands to grab something, and Bian Helen quickly dodged.

"Magic has feelings, and this statement is not as ridiculous as it seems. Musical notes, colors, and words can all jump with emotion, so why can't magic?" as Spinoza spoke, he saw the cockscomb head struggling to get up, and Raphael accidentally hooked his toes, and seeing that the cockscomb head was about to come from free fall again, he stretched out his wooden staff and picked it up in the air, and the cockscomb head and body were held up by an invisible force. "There are spells that no one can perform after the creator has left the world, and even if the rune spell is word-for-word, these spells are also called lost magic. Is it really because the later generations are not skilled enough to be magical, or is it because of the lack of the creator's unique feelings when he casts magic?"

"Just look at the Encyclopedia of Magic!" Determined to let others see the knowledge hidden in the cockscomb, he shook his head vigorously to convey the message that this head was more than just a hairstyle.

"The truth of magic is not necessarily in the Encyclopedia of Magic, it may be hidden in the history of magic. ”

"History of magic?" Pascal felt as if Spinoza was looking at him.

"Your accent is not pure, it's a Philosopher's Stone!" Cockscomb stretched out his arm vigorously, "Helen, have you seen the Philosopher's Stone in my hand like a pigeon's egg?" My father specially bought it from the flagship store in Constantinople and sent his super-secret secretary to send it over in a new Flying Spur steam car. ”

"It's the history of magic, the general history of magic. Spinoza corrected.

"I've seen a student who often carries this book with him, so if you're interested, please ask for advice. This time even Helen looked back, and Pascal seemed to be boiling hot in a furnace, but for only a second, those eyes avoided again. Pascal also knows that there is such a thing as affinity in the world, which can make people unconsciously want to be close, and he probably has a natural anti-affinity.

"So much time for everyone, that's all for tonight, thank you!" said Spinoza, bowing.

"The teacher is so polite, it should be that we thank the teacher!" Helen stood up and saluted back, and the rest of the people stood up after him, and Olivia also bowed slightly, only the cockscomb head held its head high, looking around there.

After class, Pascal and Russell left for a while, Olivia thought for a while, chased after him and was about to speak, when a small figure passed by: "Hello, my name is Deborah." ”

Pascal saw that the short-haired girl from before rushed to him, as if talking to him, but he still looked around, and saw that she was indeed greeting him, so he replied with a red face: "Hello......"

Deborah asked, "What's the name of my classmate?"

"Pascal......" Pascal whispered, as if he didn't feel worthy of the name.

Pascal School will come in a few every year,Students who commemorate or pay tribute to the name of the founder of the school,But as a sign of respect,They will add a suffix to the name to show the difference,Deborah is not so surprised: "May I ask you a few questions?"

"Please...... Ask......" Pascal said hesitantly, rarely talking to strangers, let alone strange girls.

"I'd like to ask where you bought your general history of magic, which edition is the best, how many volumes are there, and is there anything I need to pay attention to when reading it, like which chapters are the most important?"

"There are six volumes...... Pascal said as he recalled the series of questions Deborah had just asked, and his hands shrank behind him, as if he didn't know where to put them, and when he saw Deborah unfold the reed paper and waved his pen, he was even more nervous and speechless, and his mind was muddy: "I'll go back and think about it, write it down for you......"

"Okay, I'll talk about it tomorrow when class comes!!" Deborah bowed deeply. Pascal bowed his head in return, but Deborah got up and slammed into her forehead.

"No...... Not good...... I'm sorry...... Forgive me......"

"It's okay......" Deborah's cheeks were also blushing with shame, and she quickly turned around and ran away.

Pascal stood stunned, unintentional just now, for fear that Deborah would think that he was deliberately taking advantage of her, Russell smiled and said, "You kid is really anxious!" Pascal smiled bitterly.