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"Enlightenment is the liberation of oneself from the immature states it incurs, such as laziness and cowardice. When Kant expounded on the Enlightenment, he emphasized that all people have reason, that is, universal reason. ”

Another student replied in a nice voice:

"Universal reason, born of the Enlightenment, has been exploited and exploited to the fullest extent possible, and thus has created our time, which is supreme, infinite, eternal, and capable of bringing us unprecedented power."

Hearing this, Wu Yuren put down his hands and frowned, and he directly interrupted the other party in a plain and gentle manner, raised his head and said: "This classmate, I don't think you have read Foucault's discussion of the relationship between power and truth, and Heidegger's theory of technology-"

But he didn't say any more, for he was speechless with shock when he saw the man sitting in front of him.

I saw Wu Yuren opposite.

Sitting sat the long-haired, blue-clad and gentle Qi Wizard Ashida Saxon.

The other party was looking at him gently at the moment, and said in a nice voice:

"If there really is unrestrained power and omniscient reason in the world, Tails, you are really—"

"-Don't you want it?"

Tails woke up from his bed!

In the dark, he clutched the JC dagger under his pillow, panting in a cold sweat.

Tails rolled over and jumped out of bed, touching the precious insulated floor tiles with his bare feet, and his nose was full of good-smelling soothing perfumes, before he realized where he was.

The itching and pain under the bandages and duct bandages around his chest and other wounds made him sober up a lot, and he calmed down his breath and stuffed JC back under his pillow.

He fell backwards in shock, and lay back into the big bed that was big enough for twenty Tails to sleep.

The silk pajamas rubbed against his body, unaccustomed to Tails, while the multi-spring-filled bed surface was soft and sleek, submissively sunken with his silhouette, silk-covered Northland goose down quilts wrapped him tightly, and smooth silk pillows imported from the southern coast pressed against his head and shoulders from below.

At this moment, Tails felt like he was being squeezed from head to toe by something.

It's like the Wizard of Air wraps him in air, slowly compressing it.

Thinking of this, Tails felt a pang of annoyance, he lifted the light and smooth quilt, fell back to the ground, groped for a corner, curled up and lay down, the hard ground and thick wall gave him a sense of safe familiarity.

Tails let out a slow breath and laughed helplessly.

I didn't expect that I would have today, he knocked on the solid floor tiles and smiled self-deprecatingly.

I miss the little ones in the sixth house - I hope Yara can take care of them.

But the fragment of memory that he had just found in his dream made his mood suddenly tense again.

Dreams are a reflection of the subconscious, memories of past lives, probably the most hidden fragments of his subconscious, but this time, even Ashida Sackn appeared in the dream.

"Sure enough, do I still care about that madman?" muttered Tails in the darkness.

A few hours ago, a brief encounter with the magician flashed through his mind, and the magician's sometimes rational and sometimes casual actions, mysterious power, and almost inhuman immortal body all sent chills through his heart.

And his words.

"It seems that you don't know what you are, child. ”

This sentence resurfaced in his aching brain.

Tails forced himself to dispel the superfluous emotions of boredom and fear, and calmed down to analyze the mage's words.

According to Ashida, he was just like him, a demon—no, just someone who had the potential to become a magician.

Looking at Ashida's performance, people with this potential are quite rare, which is a good thing for me.

But at the moment, it seems that the mages in this world are not very popular characters.

What Ashida said was too subjective, but if part of what Ashida said was true, that is, the so-called war between the magician and the humans, then the magician would be almost everyone shouting and fighting, and he would die when he saw the light.

And, Tails thought worriedly, the blue light projected from the wound after Ashida's body, after the heart was pierced, sure enough, he was no longer human?

Also, Yodel Cato, according to him, he should have arrived at the ruined house early, so he also heard Ashida's words—Tails clenched his fist—and did he know about my "loss of control" in front of the magician?

If Yodel knew, would Gilbert and King Kessel know too? What would they think of themselves?

There are too many questions.

For example, the nervous, cold, and suspicious father of the king.

For example, he was obviously seven years old, but the bloodline lamp blessed by divine magic was actually twelve years ago.

For example, their origins, their surnames, and their significance to the kingdom.

For example, why is the news of his return so secretive - Yodel and Gilbert are like thieves who steal themselves back.

For example, what is going on in this world, medieval ecology, high magic world, steampunk?

Tails patted his head.

No, I can't figure anything out - I still have too little basic knowledge of the world.

A comprehensive child that needs to start with the basics!

Tails exhaled helplessly.

But his eyes immediately became solemn.

Enlightenment, learning, these things can be done slowly.

But.

There is one thing that must be addressed.

It's about your life and your body.

He began to recall the magician's words:

"It seems that you don't know what you are, child. ”

"But it doesn't matter, everyone has the first time they get out of control, and we all started out of ignorance. ”

Tails clasped hands in the dark, recalling what he called "out of control."

Ashida used her magic energy to compress herself into air, ready to cinch it into a ball.

His whole body boiled like a fire.

I saw the ball of energy in his hand, which should be the so-called "wall of air".

The orb of energy turned red and suddenly appeared in front of me.

And then—

Wait a minute!

Tails seemed to have grasped the key.

Blood, and a burning sensation!

Tails sat up slowly.

Quaid.

The name flashed through his mind.

He had also experienced the feeling of blood boiling, just at the juncture of Quaid's two beatings and abuse of him, the common denominator of those two times, and even the encounter with Ashida, was that he was bleeding!

Tails had thought that the burning sensation in his body was caused by the "magic spell" that Gilbert called his own blood falling to the ground.

Now it seems that Ashida's so-called "loss of control" also happened to be the moment when that sense of burning appeared.

Tails suddenly realized that it was not the first time that he was "out of control" in front of Ashida.

The first time he really got out of control was still Quaid.

When Quaid tries to kill Collia, that bastard should have his JC dagger in his hands!

How did the dagger suddenly appear in his hand?

It's as weird as the energy ball that suddenly appeared in front of you!

Quaid

Bleed.

Burning sensation.

Dagger.

Ashida.

Energy Balls.

Yodel and Gilbert

Bloodline lamp.

Tails closed his eyes, and he found himself unable to make sense of the chaotic elements.

It's too miscellaneous.

It's too messy.

But instead of being discouraged, a long-lost sense of excitement emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Categorize chaotic and complex phenomena, set hypotheses and theoretical frameworks, eliminate irrelevant variables, summarize causal logic, and finally verify the completeness of theories.

There is also the "uncertainty" that can never be verified, the "endogeneity" that can never be ruled out, and the "quasi-experimental method" and "counterfactual analysis" that can never approach perfection.

Isn't this the enticing puzzle of the social sciences that can never be solved perfectly, and it is also my favorite game to play?

Moreover, this time, I am not facing a multi-causal social phenomenon that I can't start with and can't verify, but a single problem in myself, which can be verified repeatedly at the same time!

When Tails opened his eyes again, his pupils in the darkness were already full of challenge.

He tried to calm down and make sense of what he was facing.

The qualitative comparative analysis (QCA) method with few samples, too many variables, simple mechanism, and too complex is not advisable.

It is enough to use the most basic Mill induction.

First, use bloodshed and loss of control as keywords to pick cases and events.

He slowly closed his eyes, and familiar sensations flooded back into Tails' brain, and various miscellaneous elements and factors quickly arranged in his consciousness.

According to the purpose of the study and the chronological order, each sample was determined with different "conditions" (not "causes") and "effects".

One event after another flashed before his eyes, removing the event samples with too many missing values, combining the conditions and results of each event, and then distinguishing them in terms of hierarchy and type.

A clear and organized table appeared in his brain, with four samples of observable and comparable events arranged:

Sample 1:

Condition 1.1: Quaid beats himself for the first time. Condition 1.2: Bleeding. Outcome 1: No vision.

Sample 2:

Condition 2.1: Quaid beats himself a second time and prepares to kill Koria. Condition 2.2: Bleeding. Result 2: Out of control, the dagger landed in his hand out of thin air.

Sample 3:

Condition 3.1: Ashida is ready to kill herself. Condition 3.2: Bleeding. Result 3: Out of control, his ball of energy appears in front of me.

Sample 4:

Condition 4.1: Verify your bloodline in front of Yodl and Gilbert, and the lamp. Condition 4.2: Bleeding. Outcome 4: No vision.

Once you've enumerated it, start comparing.

Seek common ground and seek differences, summarize and summarize.

Slowly, the tables are simplified, normalized, and merged into a single piece of text.

Tails opened his eyes gently.

Conclusion: Encountering a murder while bleeding is likely to be accompanied by a so-called "loss of control" - the displacement of surrounding objects or energy to varying degrees.

No, this is too preliminary.

First, the sample size is still too small, and secondly, some interfering variables cannot be ruled out.

Then, the "killings" seem too far away, maybe a false mechanism, did the killings trigger something, and that event was the real cause of the runaway?

Also, find a way to take that lamp into account.

In the end, only a few things can be proved to be related, and the causal inference is still insufficient.

Anyway - Tails rolled over and lay down - there was at least a preliminary conclusion about the "loss of control".

The next research direction -

Tails exhaled, and suddenly felt a wave of fatigue in his brain.

Sure enough, he rubbed his temples violently, wondering if these things were still overloaded for a seven-year-old brain.

But then he realized in amazement that something was wrong.

Just now these logical inductions and deductions, at least you should take a pen and write it down on scratch paper.

But what it actually does in your own brain -- almost just in a split second?

Half a day.

Tails slapped the floor, feeling the pain in his brain.

Sure enough, from the magic energy and loss of control, to the so-called bloodline, to this monster-like thinking efficiency - this body, this brain...

There is an abnormality.

Tails thought so and slowly fell asleep.

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When Tails was politely woken up by Gilbert, he found himself back in bed, neatly covered under the covers.

"Tails, my dear little gentleman, good day. ”

Gilbert respectfully draws the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the afternoon sun shines through the huge windows, illuminating this extravagant and comfortable room.

Gorgeous insulated floor tiles with star motifs, lounge sofas made of monitor lizard leather, expansive copper four-poster beds, large chandeliers on the roof, and covered fireplaces are all presented before Tails' eyes.

All this is a constant reminder to him that his life is no longer the same.

It's unbelievable that just a few hours ago, he was still a gangster beggar whose life was hanging by a thread.

And now, he is actually a bloodline descendant of the entire Star Kingdom, the supreme ruler.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and I wholeheartedly recommend that you get up and eat at this time to help your body recover and maintain. The middle-aged nobleman said in a tepid tone, but Tails could feel his urging.

"And," Gilbert said with a friendly wink and a smile, "out of His Majesty's wishes, our first class will begin in the afternoon." ”

"I think you have a lot of questions, and I'd be happy to answer them. ”

Tails rubbed his eyes, yawned and took off his uncomfortable silk pajamas, fumbling and slathering on the aristocratic clothes that Gilbert had prepared.

"Very well," he said lazily, squinting his eyes, "I'm the one who likes class the most." ”

Also, Tails closed his eyes and thought silently: Who slept well, who shoved me back from the ground back to bed?

"Mr. Tails, you must love these pants. ”

"Huh?"

"Because you're putting it on your head. ”

"What? Grow into this virtue, it's actually pants?"

"Mr. Tails, you seem to have a soft spot for that button-up jacket too. ”

"Oh, it's a coat to wear. ”

"Mr. Tails, I think you'll need that belt on the left. ”

"Well, thanks, I said how it keeps falling. ”

Half a day.

"Mr. Gilbert. ”

"Yes?"

"Please help me put on this goddamn outfit. ”

"Very gladly, dear little gentleman. ”