Main mission (2)

"Are you kidding? You really treat me like a tool. Are you out of your mind?"

Fang Wensi slapped the table and stood up. The folding chair board that had lost its pressure instantly rebounded. The sound of the fierce collision immediately echoed in the empty lecture hall, sharp and harsh.

Evans on the podium calmly flipped his hair over his ear and said with a malicious smile: "Since you don't want to listen, then just do it.

However, it's best to struggle a little longer, and you will be obedient anyway."

Fang Wensi stepped back to the back door of the classroom with hesitation, and asked tentatively: "You really won't stop me?"

Seeing that Evans still kept his mysterious smile and showed no intention of stopping him, Fang Wen opened the door thoughtfully and walked away without looking back.

  "3"...

  "2"...

  "1"...

"You must be crazy, and...fuck", Fang Wensi, who was in shock, pushed the door from the front of the classroom and entered with his arms still in the position of opening the back door.

"Why did I come back through the front door? I obviously came through the back door..."

Fang Wensi still refused to give up. He tried several times whether it was the front door or the back door. After pushing the door open many times, he had no choice but to gasp and say: "This must be a joke about Infinite Tsukuyomi." He might as well find it nearby. He took a seat and sat down as if he was exhausted.

"You can choose to try windows," Evans said provocatively on the podium.

Fang Wensi looked out the window at the deep darkness that seemed to swallow everything, and couldn't help but feel frightened in her heart, "Forget it, you win, Professor Yi, get out of here after telling the story."

"Holy City of Ulthuan, Cathedral of Saint-Avignon"

"Your Majesty the Pope, the Inquisition is secret." Menoglio took the silver-embroidered letter from the female elf's hand, pondered for a long time, and passed the letter in his hand to the senior officials of the Holy See in the hall.

"Your Majesty, William Northernland's escape must be due to the failure of the Knights of Light. The Ministry of Light will demand a thorough investigation," the first cardinal who received the letter said with a frown after reading it.

"Bishop Francis, according to the accountability process, it would be overstepping the authority of the ministry to intervene in advance."

"Humph, Bishop Matthew, since the Knights of Light belong to the Diocese of Palatinate, as the archbishop, what do you think should be done?"

Francis sneered, stared at the hunched Matthew on one side and said,

"Now that the Kingdom of Northornland is fragmented, it is the best time to consolidate forces and quickly unify the Kingdom of Northornland. The Knights of Light are willing to use the name of the vanguard to regain the entire territory of Northornland for the Holy See."

"Then William-No..."

"Okay," Menoglio, who had remained silent, interrupted Francis' question. Francis saw the situation and had to give up.

"The punishment of the Knights of Light will be carried out as Matthew said."

Menoglio paused for a moment and stared at the respectful Matthew in front of him with a cryptic expression, "The Diocese of Palatinate is busy with affairs. Bishop Matthew should go and deal with it as soon as possible."

"Your Majesty, please excuse me." Although Menoglio's words behind him were full of warning, Matthew still saluted expressionlessly and slowly left the hall.

"Your Majesty, William Northernland escaped into the Secret Pass Forest, which is a bit tricky."

"Yes, although the wood elf is not familiar with the world, he will kill all foreigners who intrude into the territory, and he is very repulsive to humans. He has entered a desperate situation, but... it is also a hidden danger."

Menoglio nodded in approval and said, "Does Bishop Roland have any ideas?"

The old bishop suddenly lowered his wrinkled brows and shook his head helplessly. Seeing this, Menoglio had no choice but to announce the next order. The appointed bishops left one by one. For a while, the huge St. Avignon Cathedral was surrounded by The shadow of the moon watching Al looked particularly desolate.

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"Throughout human history, exploring the origin of the world is an ultimate task that is inherited by theology, philosophy and even science and is inevitable and requires answers. The eternal topic that remains unchanged urges us to discuss the origin. The consciousness of any living being is just stolen from it. The sub-source points that come from it are just like the bacteria and parasites that live with you in your body. Human beings or conscious creatures are just parasites of the consciousness of this world."

"Indeed, I remember that Indian Buddhism calls the collection of abstract ideas Alaya Consciousness, which is what you call world consciousness?"

Evans paused and looked at Fang Wensi with curious eyes: "Do you know where human consciousness is?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Of course it's in the brain. Scientists have already proven it."

Evans smiled, pointed to his heart, and opened his hands to brush the air around him. Fang Wensi's eyes widened, "You don't think it's in people's hearts, do you?"

"No, the nails on which clothes are hung are not the clothes themselves. Your consciousness does not come from yourself, but is around you. The heart is just the life link between your body and the source point."

"It's like the human brain is the monitor of a computer, and consciousness is the central processing unit. Human beings use computers to focus on feedback from various peripherals, thereby ignoring the real core of the function." This theory obviously aroused Fang Wensi's curiosity. "but why?"

"Because of sports," Evans said, pushing up his black glasses.

"Um, I want to make sure I heard you right."

"That's right, it's motion. Everything has gravity, and the best medium to carry information is gravity. The moment everyone is born, only materiality exists, and gravity is the bridge between living beings and the origin of the child. The source point is the location of consciousness, gravity is the transmission medium of memory, and people are just a shell. Therefore, human consciousness just relies on gravity to tie the sub-source point. The heart is strong and continues to beat. Movement generates magnetism, and magnetism is stronger than gravity, then as long as the strength of the gravitational link to the sub-source point is greater, the person's consciousness is strong."

"Ah...this...I seem to have heard about the topic of gravity's information carrying capacity, but you said that my consciousness was stolen from some sub-source point, which is a bit outrageous." Fang Wensi felt that she couldn't keep up with the other person's jumping thinking.

"According to your statement, the controllable gravity is the quantification of the intensity of consciousness, and the sub-source point is the qualitativeization of the intensity of consciousness." Fang Wensi could feel that a new palace of cognition was slowly opening for him.

"The movement of the heart is like a magnetic field that pulls powerful gravitational force, and human consciousness is just a small part forcibly separated from the sub-source point. It relies on gravity to carry information and memory, and is not a derivative that is assimilated by world consciousness. But The gravitational connection between the human heart and the sub-source point is not cost-free, it also has a price." Evans lowered his tone.

"The great cost of moving from unconsciousness to consciousness."

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Niall's red light penetrated through the dome of Saint-Avignon Cathedral, and swayed a slant of magic downwards. The red-red light embellished the arcane elements that occasionally drifted by, and the elements illuminated by Niall became He became manic, scurrying back and forth on the elegant sacred relief carvings on the inner wall, and finally turned into a starburst and disappeared into the empty hall.

"How long have Carlos and Evans been unconscious?" Menoglio said with his hands on the desk, his tone slightly sentimental.

"Neil has risen for the fourth time...

However, Menorio, this expedition to the City of Light is too hasty. Ulthuan has just experienced the war. Once..."

Menoglio waved his hand, and Al's holy moon shadow looked a little deserted behind him, "Carlos, you know the reason why I asked you to send these Northrenland troops to the City of Light, not to mention that this is also for Evans. ",

"You mean the Advent Ceremony," Carlos exclaimed in surprise. Menoglio forced a wry smile and said with a dejected expression: "In order to cope with the coming disaster, this is the only way to do it."

Carlos sighed: "Since it is your decision, then I will set off tomorrow." Then he paused and said, "Take your precious godson who is still sleeping in, and your troublesome 10,000 surrendered troops." Smiling and walking out of the hall,

Carlos's teasing words caused Menoglio behind him to reveal a rare smile.