As the sun shines as usual, it does not have the fiery and intense heat of summer, but becomes much more indifferent.

Rogers was standing on a small open-air podium on the north side of St. Herte, and not far in front of him were outsiders dressed in various robes.

Some of these people have young faces, some have withered shapes, and occasionally there are middle-aged people sitting in them.

Rogers patiently recounted a lot of his knowledge and understanding of language, but he didn't meet the expected questions or answers, and he didn't even hear a sound.

Someone stared at Rogers carefully, their eyes glowing with inexplicable brilliance; Some people drooped in contemplation, their brows furrowed, as if they had encountered some insoluble problem; Others looked at Rogers with hatred in their eyes, gasping for breath.

The breeze blew, with a slight moist coolness, gently brushed through the entire speech square.

Rogers couldn't help but tighten his robe slightly, yawned a little boredly, and seeing that there was nothing wrong with the scene, he made a final speech in a summary manner:

"To sum up, I believe that the use of language is the basis of intelligent thinking, but the limits and inaccuracy of language are also obstacles that are difficult to eradicate.

"I also agree with your criticism of language, and we don't really have anything to oppose each other."

A certain tree man once said that the temperament of a magician is always like to reconcile compromises, for example, if you say, this room is too dark, you must open a window here, and everyone will not allow it.

But if you advocate tearing down the roof, they will reconcile and be willing to open the windows.

So when Rogers picked up the hoe and threw the whole spell to explain the foundations of the edifice of doctrine, no one thought of bothering linguistics anymore.

"Do you think that my efforts to inherit the classics of my predecessors and continue to expand my path on them are just a ridiculous farce?"

An old magician with stray gray hair stared at Rogers and questioned without emotion.

He came to refute Rogers' exaltation of the importance of language, but he began to assert the authority of the text.

"No, no, no, I'm not targeting you, I'm not trying to overturn anything, I'm just elaborating an idea, an inference.

"Of course, your efforts to inherit the classics of your predecessors are not funny, but do you think what you have inherited is really the original classics?

"As each word develops over time, the meaning it contains will eventually change irrepressibly. Can the golden age's perception of time be the same as our current perception of time?

"Is the Qurandora that comes out of our mouths really the original Qurandorana?

"Grandpa, this is just an obvious fact. And your efforts are not useless in my eyes, but they may be slightly off. ”

Rogers responded with sincerity, he never felt that the efforts of these people were useless.

Just like Newton's law of gravity and the prediction of Mercury's trajectory by general relativity, although general relativity is more accurate, it does not mean that Newton is backward and poor, and his theory continues to play a huge role in macroscopic daily life.

And without Newton's path, there would be no later classical physics, and further developments.

All he did was use the knowledge of his previous life to help speed it up a little.

Regardless of the change, labor pains are always inevitable, and he understands the thoughts of these people, and does not want to take them lightly.

Then there were people who began to ask questions, but most of them were spoken with a kind of emotion, and they were all like the old magician, who did not really point to the core of Rogers's exposition, but kept quoting peripheral things to attack.

None of them dared to really confront what Rogers was saying, because that would mean that there were inevitably huge flaws in the doctrine of spell exposition, and that there was an end that could never be reached.

This is completely unacceptable to them, who have dedicated their lives to magic.

But because Rogers has lived through a keyboard era more than anyone else in the room, he is able to slide the conceptual category with ease, and a few casual words can make the audience gradually turn off.

At the same time, he also felt quite embarrassed in his heart, and couldn't help but recall the collapse of the edifice of classical physics, and also remembered Einstein's words that "God doesn't roll dice", and then was ruthlessly replied by Bohr "Don't dictate what God should do".

"Demons! This child must be a demon born from the Abyss of Discord! He wants to bring chaos to the entire wizarding world!

"I can't tolerate this happening! I will never admit it! ”

A middle-aged magician stood up abruptly and interrupted the conversation with a sharp voice.

His forehead was covered with deep wrinkles, the muscles on his face were tense, and his eyes were filled with angry fire.

Rogers shrugged his shoulders and looked innocently at the college professors standing on the side of the podium.

However, except for Alana, who had already known that this would happen, the rest of the people were either serious or contemplative, and they were obviously not affected by it.

Seeing that someone was out of control, Yalana first took the stage, and then Idrul and Kuli followed, and the three of them directly took the opportunity to announce the end of the speech.

"Now, they probably won't want to talk to me about linguistics anymore." Rogers chuckled and said to the professors next to him.

Once you realize what exists between language and facts, analyzing language is the most intuitive way to deal with it, and although it is impossible to solve the problem completely, it is always a no-nonsense solution.

Or it is also a good choice to put aside this direction and turn your energy to other magical disciplines.

"Son, do you have any other thoughts after this? For example, how to solve it? ”

As Rogers stepped down, a professor asked expectantly.

Rogers shook his head helplessly, he reached out and rubbed his dry eyes, indicating that he just wanted to go back to bed early, and he hadn't slept well last night in preparation for this speech.