The camera pans back to Arue's office, where the discussion focuses on Sybil's prophecy.

Sybil, the most famous prophetess on the continent of Eugenia, is said to have lived in millennia, and the first record of her was in the ancient age of four or five thousand years ago, and it was only two thousand years since she last appeared in this world.

Her prophecies, as small as the life and death of a mortal, but the rise and fall of a nation, have never been wrong, although the literati and scholars of the past generations have only regarded her as a beautiful legend, but the magicians and churches hidden behind the curtain of history have enshrined her words as if they were treasures.

After meeting de Les for the first time and hearing the name Sybil from his mouth, Sinampe was already mindful of her legend. He still didn't expect that the magicians, even Theresa, believed her words so deeply.

"Master Arue, what is the newly interpreted prophecy, can you tell me?" Sinanpei tried to divert the subject from the advice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Si, I can only tell you that, according to the prophecy, you are the chosen one of God. Master Arue's muscular face made it impossible for the young Sinampe to guess the truth of his words, "God sent him to dig a grave in this world." ”

Si Nanpei felt as if he was some fool, the old man in front of him only told sù his so-called advice, but not the content of his prophecy, what the hell is this?!

As a child of a flat-headed ordinary family, Si Nanpei's experience can not be described as a tragedy, more than ten years of hard study, in exchange for workplace failure, difficult steps not to mention for the time being, all of them are twenty-five years old, but they can't even afford to marry a wife - although they have already hooked up with the young tame of the family next door, but they can't afford to get married if they don't have the money to buy a car or a house - this is also one of the reasons why he has been defeated and defeated repeatedly. When the counterfeiter has two small dollars, uh...... Everyone knows about that cup. He will never be a person who is easily defeated by failure, he has been driven to a dead end by the goddess of failure countless times in the past, and he has never given up his desire for success. Of course, this does not hide his most fatal flaw - high scores and low ability. This imbecile does not refer to the lack of practical ability, but to the communicative skills that have been cultivated on the long road to study. Fortunately, with the increase of social experience, this shortcoming is also disappearing.

These experiences have shaped Sinampei's personality - eager for success, envious of the rich, tenacious, and a little bit of Ah Q-style optimism and fantasy-loving decadent otaku tendencies.

But this qiē does not mean that he believes that in this world, there is a creature like the protagonist, and he does not believe that he is a God-chosen person with a destiny. In addition to the wise judgment that his own abilities are not enough, he is full of disgust with the word fate itself, and he wants to use his own hands to create the future he wants, and does not want to follow the so-called broad road because he listens to the advice of others.

Therefore, no matter how profound Arue is, Sinampei still puts a question mark on his words - just for an ethereal prophecy, he pulled himself into this world, and he endured it, after all, this is a disguised salvation for himself. But he couldn't stand the mess that some irrelevant people had drawn on him.

Is there anyone in this world who knows how homesick he is? No, he held on to it when he didn't know if he would have a chance to go back, but now he couldn't make a promise to Arue that he would not violate his conscience.

"I'm sorry, but if you still insist on that, I think I'll probably try it if I come across an opportunity that might get me back to my hometown. Sinampei shook his head, very firm, "I can't turn my back on my thoughts because of one or two sentences of so-called advice that I can't judge whether it's true or false." Aroue had no stake in him, but his secretive attitude still made Sinampe instinctively make such a choice.

Arue was noncommittal, just nodded slightly.

"Do you have anything else to say beyond this advice?" said Sinampei, who wanted to get out of here, "I think I must follow the Duchess." ”

"Well, and to write a letter of recommendation to the school committee—that's one of the things that de Les has commissioned me. Aroue took out a quill pen and paper, "Pali University has the largest library in all of Capet, and I think you'll be interested." Theoretically, as long as there are outsiders with certain assets, we welcome them, but some branches require the recommendation of the professor to enter. Actually, in my opinion, this letter of recommendation is more important than those words just now. ”

Sinan Pei nodded, he was very convinced of this. The most troublesome aspect of pinyin writing is that the vocabulary cannot be compared with the real thing, and often after a new professional term appears, few people can understand it at all. For Sinampei, what he needs most in the cannon casting work is a tool book with a reference book on Cape's minerals, otherwise he doesn't know how to choose even if there is a list of minerals in various places.

This letter, which was equivalent to a library card, was a relief to his urgent need.

After a hurried salute to say goodbye to Aroue, he let out a long breath in the hallway.

He suddenly felt like he was escaping from a cave—the last time he had felt that was when he first met De Les. I have to say that a mortal is really a big Yali Mountain in the face of magicians. That kind of information asymmetry makes Sinampei, a 21st century earthling, very uncomfortable.

This sense of pressure of "I'm ignorant" is also the motivation for him to work hard at the beginning. Now, it has given birth to Sinampei's desire to learn magic.

However, in the case of Theresa's abduction of a magician girl, Sinampei did not plan to come to these masters again to find guilt. He was ready to finish the work the king had given him, and when he had time to try to ask her.

In addition, Sinampei also knew that these magicians, who were no different from scholars, did not teach magic at the University of Pali, but spread science - although science was still very primitive and had not been separated from alchemy. When Sinampei found out about this last night, he immediately became messy - he had been poisoned by a lot of daily poison, and he had always felt that science and magic should be opposites. But in reality, modern science was born out of the efforts of alchemists and wizards to refine gold and elixir.

He pondered these things as he descended the stairs until the sound of Sylmeria's inflective scolding reached his ears.

The young female teacher scolded with a flushed face, and the naughty male students laughed and listened, but it was very much like the earth in the 21st century - but Sinan Pei really didn't expect how loving the cause of this incident was.

He looked at Theresa again at the frightened look she had on top of Hillelia, and he knew—"This little girl is pretending again." ”

ps: uh...... It's going to be classified.,A little nervous and swollen.,Ask for a recommendation ticket.,The number jù is not very good-looking.,5555/(tot)/~~

Re ps: This chapter is not to fill the pit, but to dig the pit, it may be a pit of the sinkhole, hehe...... In addition, the update decision will be postponed to tomorrow......