Listening to the demagogic words below, Xia Xiu, who was attached to his memory, couldn't help but look down at the professor who spoke, the professor who was lecturing below was a middle-aged man in his early forties, although his appearance was ordinary, his face was slightly thin, with the marks left by the years, and his skin was quite well maintained, only with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He was dressed in a crisp suit, the dark colors made him look more professional and dignified, and the fit of the suit showed his attention to personal image. On the podium, he stands and walks, his movements are smooth and natural, showing his proficiency and confidence in the subjects he teaches.

Juan Martínez, father of the electronic channel.

It was the other side who discovered the [electronic channel] and single-handedly promoted the construction of the Iberian lighthouse and the implementation of the national high welfare system.

At this moment, Juan Martínez, the father of the electronic channel, is unafraid to explain to his students about the future of Iberia and his own views.

"Professor Juan, may I take the liberty of asking, have you really learned everything about the electron channel by now?"

An abrupt cry cut through the silence of the classroom and interrupted Juan Martínez's words.

The voice was not only loud but also somewhat hurried, like that of a student who couldn't wait to ask a question.

Juan Martínez's originally calm expression paused slightly at that moment, and a subtle hint of displeasure flashed in his usually calm eyes.

This subtle change of mood was only a momentary matter in his eyes, and was soon replaced by a professional smile.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his head, and looked across the staircase classroom, his gaze gentle, but with an unmistakable majesty, as if searching for the owner of the voice.

Finally, my eyes were fixed on the student who asked the question.

At that moment, the professor's mind began to run rapidly, and he was recalling the name of this classmate.

As his gaze slowly moved around the classroom, the eyes of all the students turned to the brave questioner.

Pedro Iberia, a rising star, an emerging physicist, a "nascent liberal" who championed the reform of the army. Juan Martínez was quick to remember Pedro's memory.

At this moment, Pedro at the top of the steps was looking at Juan Martinez with burning eyes, and it was obvious that it was not Xia Xiu who was controlling this body now, but Pedro's memory inertia.

Xia Xiu was now able to perceive all of Pedro's thoughts and inner thoughts.

Pedro is a man who lives in the "post-electronic age".

He lived in the most prosperous period of Iberia, he lived in the inexhaustible energy source and high welfare society, he lived in the period of marine engineering and the [Invincible Armada] domination of the northwest two regions of the Chaos Sea.

Juan Martínez in front of him is the father of the electronic channel and one of the creators of Iberia's brilliant achievements.

Pedro had no reason to doubt the basis of these fames, so when he first met, he was almost idolatrous to Juan Martínez and the history he had made.

"You're Pedro Iberia, Iberia, it's a terrible surname, and I hope you don't insult him. I've gotten to know you, and they've told me you're pretty good at parallel theory. I remember your papers, some about parallel fusion, some about army reform, you seem to like change very much? ”

Juan Martínez said to Pedro with a warm smile on his face.

He didn't answer the question the other party just asked, so Pedro, who was stunned, continued to ask:

"I don't mean to ask you that, I just want you to answer some of my questions. Professor, there are still many mysteries unsolved about the electron channel itself, who opened the electron channel first? You say that the electron channel is to steal the soul power of the sleeping god of all machines on Mars, but who opened the electron channel first? How is the transmission established? Is it random or purposeful? What are the specific manifestations of electronic channels? Are we really stealing authority from Mars? ”

"I remember posting to the Academy of Sciences a paper on how to trick parallel creatures into opening passages and taking possession of them permanently." The professor's voice was slightly cold.

"But that's not for sure, maybe the aliens on the other side aren't stupid people who don't know everything. On the contrary, they may be disguised like a wolf grandmother from a fairy tale, tempting us to let our guard down and use the power of the channel without restraint, and you haven't ruled out that. ”

As the questioner's question becomes sharper, even a hint of provocation, the atmosphere in the classroom begins to change subtly.

Juan Martínez, who was originally mild-mannered, gradually disappeared from the smile on his face in the face of such direct and sharp questioning, and was replaced by an indescribable gloom.

The Professor's eyes darkened, and an imperceptible shadow hung over his face. His brow furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his whole expression began to show obvious displeasure.

This change in mood is particularly prominent in professors, who are usually calm and rigorous.

His gaze was fixed on the student who was asking the question, and his eyes, which were usually full of wisdom and tolerance, seemed to be shining with a different kind of light at the moment.

"Do you think everything we have now is a gift from someone on the other side of the tunnel?"

Juan Martínez's voice was no longer calm, and every word revealed an irrepressible coldness. The other students in the classroom felt the oppressive atmosphere and turned their heads to watch the scene.

"I just think there are a lot of doubts, the practical electronic channel is developing too fast, and we don't have a thorough understanding of it at the theoretical level, once there is an accident in the channel, Iberia's strategic goal of relying on the channel will be hit hard, and then the whole of Iberia may usher in a decade, twenty, or even a hundred years of post-disaster crisis that will disappear......" Pedro subconsciously cringed at Juan Martinez's gaze, but he still did not give up his idea.

"Enough, this kind of thing is impossible, stop this useless divergent thinking, and retract your set of rhetoric full of rotten thoughts of the kingdom of heaven." Juan Martínez's smile has completely disappeared and it is expected that he will not appear again in the face of Pedro.

"If in your research our human wisdom is not worth mentioning, and all our research is only by chance and the gift of the gods, then this research cannot be published with us, and as long as I am there, it is absolutely impossible. I will not belittle humanity and human wisdom, and I will not treat the angels of heaven as God Almighty!! ”

Apparently, Juan Martínez was furious.

"But it's not the same thing......"

Pedro was initially saddened by Juan Martinez's reaction, but his inner insistence quickly caused him to ignore it.

He said to him like a stubborn child:

"Neither omniscience nor ignorance can cause arrogance, and the only thing that can make people arrogant is to know a little but be blind."

"That's you, Pedro Iberia! You know-how a little bit of a fool! You're just insulting ......."

Dangdangdang –

The bell rang for the end of class and this was the end of Pedro's first argument with Juan Martínez.

The most immediate result of this is that Pedro Iberia, whose career as a physicist and scientist has come to an end.

Challenging authority comes at a cost.

Authoritarian and unchallenged.

It doesn't matter what era, in any world, or in any place, it is the same.

No matter how many times Pedro later proposed to close the establishment of the electronic channel, it was only met with cold rejection and undisguised hostility.

Even if he lowered his posture at the end, it would be the same.

"Pedro Iberia, you should be ashamed of that name! You don't deserve the name of great Iberia in your name at all! ”

"I've said countless times that this study can't be published with us, and as long as I'm here, it's absolutely impossible."

Thereupon.

Pedro turned even more resolutely to another path – the saints of the Hall of the Hunt.

He had to complete his path in another way, he wanted to perfect Iberia's aberrant military system.

Xia Xiu witnessed all this like a witness to history.

Click-

The picture of the memory began to shatter again, and new images of the memory began to appear.

**********

"Society is a republican nation. If a person wants to work hard, everyone will laugh and scold, forcing him to retreat. No one can be better or smarter than others. Whoever wants to rely on his infallible genius to be above the common people, the society will reject him, ridicule him, and refuse to relax at all, and must belittle him, until he will be lonely and stuffy in his own thoughts, so that he can let him go. ”

In a vast snow-covered world, a small nest hidden by ice and snow hides here.

In this cold environment, there is a trace of warmth in the nest.

On a kang made of ice, flames jumped, emitting a warm glow and heat.

In this humble but intimate haven, two people in thick clothes surrounded the flames, their cheeks red from the cold wind.

The elder looked quite old, and his face was carved with the ravines of time.

He was intently applying oil to his flintlock pistol, his movements skillful and delicate. Next to him, lying quietly was a beautiful Iberian style sword, the intricate and delicate ornamentation on the hilt, revealing an ancient aristocratic atmosphere.

He was the one who made the voice just now.

He scolded the young man beside him in a heavy voice, with a hint of worry and reproach in his voice.

Younger people, on the other hand, appear more casual.

He stared at the leaping flames, playing with an ornate handcuff in his hand. This pistol is undoubtedly more refined and modern than the old man's flintlock pistol, and is decorated with exquisite metal carvings. He also wore a sword at his waist, but it was lighter and more suitable for quick draws than the old man's sword. In the face of the old man's scolding, the young man didn't seem to take it too seriously.

His attitude was casual, and his pupils were even a little dilated.

When Xia Xiu opened his eyes again, the reprimand with harsh and worried echoed in his ears.

He turned his head and found himself in a world of ice and snow.

"What's wrong with you?"

Diego Flores looked at his adopted son and apprentice with a worried expression.

"I ...... It's fine, just remembered Juan Martínez. ”

"Pedro" said, bowing his head.

"I'm angry when I talk about him." When Flores heard his apprentice talk about this person, he couldn't help but open a plate of wine bottles and take a big sip, "Why did you provoke that guy in the first place, and it was a whole decade to provoke him, and he wasted his scientific research talent and career in vain." It's not good to sit in an office and be an academic thaumaturgist, you have to be a hunter, I raised you so big so that you can take over my class. ”

Listening to Flores's chatter, the inertia of memory began to work again, and Pedro, possessed by Xia Xiu, once again recounted his experience according to what had happened.

"Dad, don't talk about it, and my scientific research career has not been interrupted, and the Ice Source Walker I developed has already begun to be produced."

This casual attitude of the young people clearly angered the older ones. The old man couldn't help but stop what he was doing and knocked the young man on the head hard, as if to remind him to be focused and serious.

After Pedro was knocked on the head, although he showed a trace of dissatisfaction, he also restrained a little and appeared more serious.

"That's because you've become the [Juggernaut], and it's shit to talk about fate, and you and Juan Martínez are both holders of [Solomon's Key]." Flores put away the flintlock pistol after applying the oil.

"Indeed." Xia Xiu, who possessed Pedro, briefly took over control of the body and recognized the fate of this shit.

You see, this is not another [Solomon's Key], and he has a hunch that he and the other party will meet soon.

"Pedro, remember what I told you before, don't go against Juan Martinez, he's already starting to hit [the crown] and he's going to be the new sun of Iberia for the foreseeable future."

Flores warned his apprentice in a solemn manner, and then, as if remembering something, he continued to Pedro:

"Stop your ideas of reform, stop agitating young people, and stop talking about reform of the army. The current Iberian military has been divided into two factions, one is the enlightened group of highly educated intellectuals, and the other is the old-fashioned group of people with low education and early entry into society.

The old school supports the seniority system, the struggle between classes and hierarchical echelons, and not everyone is equal.

The new soldier is to be the slave of the veteran and the leek of the veteran.

The same is true for the hunters in the [Hall of Hunting], those deep-sea hunters who are injected with deep-sea bloodlines and have learned the supreme arts, and those who are not deep-sea hunters of the academy faction and awaken the natal handcuff, they are also seniors or mentors.

There are a lot of rules, the boundaries of different echelons are strict, and the recruits are strictly monitored and controlled by the veterans.

I learned a lot of things from the kingdom of heaven, but without the fate of the kingdom of heaven, it was a bunch of diseases to learn, and the Iberian think tank didn't even have the ability to let Eden run with all his might, although the Iberian genealogy didn't rely on the think tank.

The current system is rotten and solidified, and you can't reform it alone.

When those veterans are about to retire from the army, they will look for a successor who fits their own style, a leader, a talker, and maintain the system of seniors and apprentices.

However, if this successor is not correct in his thinking, has a tendency to sympathize with the recruits, and is unable to strictly manage the recruits, he will be ideologically criticized by the veterans, or even replaced, so as not to affect the veterans to be discharged. ”

Flores continued to drink, and persuaded his apprentice from the bottom of his heart:

"Those people, if they see that the leaders who help them manage the recruits are unable to maintain the old system, of course they will be dissatisfied and replaced.

Most people have experienced the dire situation of the senior-apprentice system, and many people have experienced a similar situation, sandwiched between veterans and recruits.

Although you have the power to lead the recruits, there is still a group of ex-leavers behind you who support the system, and they are watching your every move, whether you will be inclined to the recruits, and which side may harm your own rights and interests.

Those leaders on the bright side are often involuntarily self-conscious, and there are not many brave people who really dare to collide with the system.

Either go with the flow and cooperate with acting, or you can't stand it and let yourself try to transfer units and leave the system.

Pedro, the water of Iberia, is deep, deep enough to suffocate you. ”

(End of chapter)