The people of the Inquisition are gone.

The guards who disappeared before once again magically appeared at the door of the small building, dutifully guarding the small building.

After entering the small building, Al was still immersed in a kind of unnamed fear.

The strength of the Inquisition tonight was beyond El's knowledge, and she lost her sense of security.

Awu is still young, and he doesn't understand a lot of things.

He didn't know the horrific truth behind the words of the Inquisition.

In the trio, the only one who can maintain his demeanor is the always calm Luden.

Ludon put his trench coat on the hanger and said casually,

"Make a pot of tea."

Watching Awu walk towards the kitchen, Ludon admonished,

"Use good tea, the best tea!"

After a few seconds, I heard Luden's voice again,

"Make tea with boiling water."

Al:......

She really obeyed this pair of master and servant!

But whenever Ludon tells one less link, Awu is ready to cut corners!

The question is... Awu was never such a child in the first place.

Everything he showed was just an imitation of Luden.

Luden, the worst sin!

The teapot with the good tea was quickly served to the long table.

Ludon sat in the main seat, and Awu stood behind him, half of his body obscured by the shadow of the back of his chair, like a butler.

Miss Eyre sat on Luden's right hand, fiddling with the tablecloth a little nervously.

"Knock knock—"

There was a knock on the door, and Ludon said casually,

"Awu, go open the door to the Badwan scholars."

From the strength of the knock on the door, as well as the movement outside, it is not difficult to judge the identity of the visitor.

Awu opened the door and stepped out of the way, "Please come in." ”

Scholar Badwan was still as restrained as he had been yesterday, as if an invisible rope had bound his hands and feet, turning him into a clumsy marionette, unable to walk.

He paced to the table, took off his hat and saluted, but did not sit down.

"Mr. Luden, I..."

With a light smile on his face, Ludon interrupted the other gentlemanly,

"Whatever you have to say, sit down and have a cup of tea."

As Luton spoke, Al picked up the teapot on the table and poured out a cup of hot tea.

Awu took the hot tea, put it on the table, and helped the Badwan scholar pull out the chair.

Scholar Badwan sat down, like sitting on pins and needles, fidgeting, but a little pitiful.

He whispered, "Although my teacher asked me to come... But... But I think... That's not right. ”

Luden's expression didn't change at all, and he asked rhetorically,

"What is wrong, the Holy Law is above, and the saint I seek has warned me to always use the Holy Law to bind my words and deeds."

Al, who was on the side, silently glanced at Luden.

Everything you have done, everything that has not violated the Holy Law, is worse than that...

"The Holy Law is above."

At the mention of the Holy Codex, a light appeared in the eyes of the Badwan scholars, and the whole person seemed to be infused with new strength, and he spoke a little louder,

"The scholar assessment is just around the corner, and I know that I may be an outlier among scholars, and it is difficult to pass the scholar assessment..."

Regarding the scholarly persistence of the Badwan scholars, Luton has gained a certain understanding through the materials collected by the Isa family.

The nine known scholars are divided into two factions and have different beliefs.

Badwan scholars do not belong to any school of thought, and he argues... The sacred law should follow the changes of the times, adding or deleting some of its provisions.

As far as Lutdon knew, all scholars put the Holy Law above their lives.

At least, on the surface.

Badwan's view is one of those schools that no scholar can accept.

He can't make all the scholars happy, but he can make all the scholars unhappy.

Badwan placed his hat on the table and said uneasily but firmly,

"If I need to change my perspective so that I can pass the test of a scholar, I... I..."

He stammered, hung his head, looked at the scholar's badge on his chest, and said in a nearly choked voice,

"I'd rather give up my identity as a scholar."

Luden blinked and asked rhetorically, "Who's going to change your opinion?" ”

"Huh?"

This time, it was Badwan's turn to be surprised.

He was a little confused for a while, his brows collided together, and his expression was extremely surprised.

"You're not going to change my opinion."

"That's right."

Ludon was very calm, "I'm not your teacher, I'm not your relative, I'm not a scholar, why should I care about your opinion?" ”

Badwan was even more surprised, and he tried to make sense of the situation in front of him.

"Mr. Ludon, you are a gentleman, a gentleman who abides by the Holy Code.

You're not going to buy off my examiners, you're not going to try to manipulate the process, and you're not going to change my academic views... If that's the case, I'm really curious, what exactly do you have to do to get me to pass the academic exam? ”

"We've finally got to the point."

Ludon asked with a smile,

"As far as I know, there are three parts to the Scholar Assessment:

The first part assesses the scholar's understanding of the sacred law, and in addition to dictating the full text, after the dictation is completed, there will be a specific analysis of the text.

The second part examines the use of the sacred code in actual cases, and needs to give a reasonable sentence.

These two parts of the assessment, Badwan Scholar, should be no problem, right? ”

Badwan nodded.

He studied the Holy Law every day whenever he could.

These two parts are pediatric for him, and he can easily get full marks.

Leaving aside Badwan's rebellious views, he is almost a perfect template for a scholar.

"The real trouble is the third part."

Ludon said,

"You'll debate with a scholar who will have their own opinions on the Holy Law, the difference between the singular and the even, and the examiner will mark it.

If you express your opinion, you will definitely be judged by the examiner to be unqualified.

If you agree with the other person's point of view, you will feel that you have given up your own insistence, right? ”

Badwan nodded repeatedly,

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Ludon smiled, "I'll help you solve this problem, in a way that is in line with the Holy Codex." ”

Al leaned back slightly, beckoned Awu over, and whispered,

"Bet a meter and Mr. Ludon will give him a note."

Awu nodded and agreed to the gamble.

He thought for a moment and added, "Mr. Ludon asked me to sew a bag this morning, and asked for a wooden sign. ”

Al:.....

She took out a meter of so, and stuffed it from under the table to Awu.

Willing to gamble and lose.

Badwan's eyes were full of doubts, and he asked blankly,

"How are you going to solve this problem?"

You know, this is a dead question that university scholars can't solve.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Ludon to help.

"It's easy."

With victory in hand, Ludon stood up, walked over to Bedwan, pulled out a pouch, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Before you debate with other scholars, open your bag."

The way to win is in it.