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Elhaisen was certain that Hazard was deliberately avoiding him and that there was a carefully planned plan behind it.
"In that case, I'll be leaving." He didn't stay here, but turned around and left.
Next, he will use his own methods to find the answer.
Not long after Elhaisen left, a young priest hurried to the door of Azar's office.
"Master Uday, I have something very important to report to the Great Sage. Please inform him."
Uday frowned slightly. He just went in to report to Azar about Alhaisen's request for a meeting, but was scolded by Azar who was still angry. Now he really didn't want to get into trouble again.
"Master Edict Runit, it's not that I don't want to report your request for an audience, but the Great Sage just had a big fight with Sage Nafis and is in a particularly bad mood."
After learning the news, Runit understood Uday's dilemma. He knew that it was inappropriate to disturb Azar in this situation. But what he wanted to report was also very important and could not be delayed.
So he spoke directly and whispered, "Uday's House of Worship, there is a scholar outside who claims to be from the Seventh School."
Uday was suddenly shocked. He didn't expect it to be this.
As we all know, there are currently six schools in the Institute of Governance, namely the School of Life Theory, the School of Knowledge Theory, the School of Light Theory, the School of Su Theory, the School of Cause Theory and the School of Wonderful Theory, which correspond to the six major colleges of the Institute of Governance.
However, according to historical records, when the Faithful College was first established, there were not only these six schools. Countless schools rose and fell between different colleges, but only the six schools relied on the six colleges and, after a long period of time, obtained permanent teaching positions in the Faithful College. Today, the six schools and the six colleges are almost synonymous.
Among these extinct schools, one school stood out particularly, that was the group of corrections known as the "Seventh School". The theories they advocated were regarded as superstitious nonsense by the six major schools. Later, they parted ways with the six major schools and disappeared into the endless desert.
Only a few people in the House of Lords knew about the Seventh School.
The matter was of great importance, so Uday did not dare to delay. He immediately opened the door and walked in cautiously.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little depressing. Hazard sat at the desk, his face still gloomy.
Uday walked up to Azar and said softly, "Great Sage, the Evangelist Runet has something important to report." His voice was very low, for fear of angering Azar again.
Hearing Uday's words, Azar raised his head, his eyes still flashing with anger, "Why did you come in again? Didn't I say I don't want to see anyone now?" His tone was very impatient, and it was obvious that his emotions had not completely calmed down.
Uday didn't dare to say anything more and prepared to turn around and leave.
At this moment, Hazard suddenly waved his hand, and said in a tired tone: "Let him in."
Uday was slightly stunned, then he walked out of the door and said to the Runite Order Officer who was waiting there: "The Great Sage allows you to come in."
Rooney nodded, sorted out his thoughts, then pushed open the door and walked in.
"Your Excellency, there is a young scholar outside the Academy who claims to be from the Seventh School," he reported respectfully.
"The Seventh School?" Azar's face showed shock, and his voice revealed disbelief. "How is it possible? Haven't they been buried in the sands of history long ago?"
Hazard's mood suddenly became complicated.
The Seventh School, this once glorious and mysterious school, would unexpectedly appear before him again, and the timing of its appearance was really too subtle.
He couldn't help but start thinking about what the appearance of this young scholar who called himself the Seventh School meant, and whether it was related to his plan to create a god.
"What is the name of the young scholar?" he asked.
"He said his name was Oppenheimer."
Chapter 116 Oppenheimer
Time goes back to a month ago.
The Port of Ormos is an important port city in Xumi. It is located in the embrace of a blue sea. Whenever the sun shines on the sea, the sparkling sea surface sparkles like countless diamonds. Behind the city, there is a vast rain forest, which is a secret place of nature, full of mystery and vitality. The greenness of the rain forest and the blue of the sea complement each other, making the Port of Ormos more beautiful and peaceful.
The streets in the city are busy and lively, with people coming and going and cars and water flowing. Citizens are walking through the streets and alleys, some are working hard for a day's livelihood, while others are enjoying their leisure time. Street vendors are hawking all kinds of goods, and people are gathering in cafes to chat and laugh. Everything seems so harmonious and full of vitality.
The little boy Ram was walking tremblingly on the street. His face was pale and sweat was pouring down his forehead.
The pain of the disease has tormented him for too long. Now he just wants to die quietly by the sea, without being a burden to his family.
However, even such a humble wish seemed difficult to achieve because he was too weak.
He struggled to move forward, but the heaviness of his body became more and more obvious. Every step he took was like carrying a thousand-pound weight. His vision began to blur, and the world around him seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. The streets that were once familiar became strange and distant. He was shaky and tried his best to maintain consciousness.
Finally, his body could no longer support him and he fell powerlessly to the cold ground. He tried to get up, but his strength was completely exhausted and he could only lie on the ground gasping for breath.
The pedestrians around him soon noticed him, some stopped to watch, some showed sympathy. One kind-hearted person came forward, but after seeing the dark scales on his arm, he immediately shook his head, sighed, and walked away.
Ram did not blame the passers-by for their indifference, because his illness would only bring bad luck.
Just as he closed his eyes and quietly waited for death to come, a voice as warm as the sun suddenly rang softly in his ears, "Little boy, you look very bad." The voice was so gentle, like a spring breeze, gently blowing through his heart.
He tried hard to open his eyes, and his eyelids seemed to be carrying a heavy weight. But when he finally opened his eyes, he found a handsome and gentle man squatting, his eyes full of concern and worry, looking at him quietly.
The concern that flashed in the man's eyes made Ram's heart tremble slightly.
He used up all his strength, opened his mouth slightly, and said in a weak and low voice: "Big brother, don't worry about me, I'm going to die soon."
As he spoke, he raised his skinny arm and pointed to the magic scales on it.
"Demon scale disease?" The man chuckled. "Little friend, don't despair. I can cure this disease."
Ram lay there, listening to the man's words, with a feeling of disbelief in his heart. The black scales on his arm were the symptoms of the so-called "demon scale disease". This disease was well known in Xumi, and countless scholars had devoted their lives to it. They tried their best to find the source and treatment of this disease, but all of them returned in vain.
Ram once held out hope that one day he would meet a doctor who could cure him. However, his hopes were gradually dashed by the repeated failures of treatment, and he began to accept this cold reality.
"Don't believe it?"
Ram's arm was gently grasped by the man, and at that moment, he felt a cool current coming from the man's palm. This cold current seemed to come from the top of a snowy mountain, pure and powerful. When this cold current entered his body, he began to feel that the ugly power in his body, the power of the disease that had been spreading and destroying his body, began to be expelled by this cold current.
The cold current on the man's hand flowed through Ram's body, like a superb conductor, accurately blocking the ugly force and forcing it to a corner of his arm. Ram could clearly feel the force moving through his body, and whenever the cold current came into contact with the ugly force, the pain like a sharp knife would be alleviated.
As time went by, the cool current traveled deeper into Ram's body. Like a spring breeze, it took away Ram's pain, as well as the fear and despair in his heart.
He felt as if he was in a valley where the breeze was blowing, and the light feeling made him almost forget the existence of his body.
His demonic scale disease was actually cured. He couldn't believe what was happening. Could it be that he was already in heaven?
However, the real touch from his body clearly told him that everything was real.
"Big brother, thank you for saving me. What's your name?" With the help of the man, Ram stood up with difficulty. Although he was still a little weak, the spreading ugly power had been completely eliminated and the pain was much relieved.
"No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank Lord Little Auspicious Grass King." The man showed a kind smile on his face. "I am Oppenheimer, a scholar of the Seventh School of Little Grass Knowledge and Action."
Chapter 117: Offering Faith to the Little Auspicious Grass King
The news that someone could cure the demon scale disease spread quickly throughout Xumi like the wind. Every corner, every market, and every family was talking about this topic.
Countless people suffering from the magic scale disease gathered in the Port of Omos from all directions. Their eyes were full of expectation and desire, but also mixed with doubt and worry.
After all, the demonic scale disease is a problem that has troubled the entire Xumi. Can that scholar Oppenheimer really cure it?
However, all doubts were dispelled when a demon scale patient was successfully treated by Oppenheimer.
People began to believe that the scholar named Oppenheimer had really found a way to cure the devil scale disease. Those who had been suffering from the disease for a long time couldn't help but cry with joy when they saw their compatriots regain their lives.
But the joy was mixed with a hint of worry, because Oppenheimer only treated three patients a day, and there were so many patients, which meant it would take a long time before his turn to be treated.
In the central square of Port Omos, Oppenheimer, also known as Chiki Ueno, was standing on a high place, looking at the magic scale patients waiting for treatment, his heart full of emotion.
He did not intentionally limit himself to treating only three patients a day, but because the power of the evil eye used to suppress the forbidden knowledge in the bodies of patients with demonic scales had strict restrictions.
If it exceeds three times, it will have serious side effects on your body.
Last time, in order to resist the sword of the Puppet General in front of the castle gate, he frantically grabbed the power of the evil eye made by the doctor, causing the forbidden knowledge contained in the evil eye to invade his body and infect him with the magic scale disease.
If Columbia had not used the evil eye bestowed by the Ice Queen to suppress his forbidden knowledge, he would have suffered inhuman pain and torture like the patient in front of him.
He stood up straight, with his hands pressed down, palms facing down, as if asking, or commanding. The noise around him gradually died down, and people's eyes were focused on the young scholar.
"Hello, people of Xumi." His voice was deep and steady, and every word was clearly heard by everyone. "I am Oppenheimer, a scholar from the Seventh School."
"In addition, I have another identity, that is, the messenger of the Great Kindness Tree King, assisting the Little Auspicious Grass King to save Xumi."
As soon as these words were spoken, the public was instantly in an uproar. People were talking excitedly, and their voices rose and fell, forming a sea of noise.
After a long time, the noise of the people slowly subsided. Most people were skeptical of Oppenheimer's words. Their skepticism was not without reason. The reason was very simple - the Great Compassion Tree King had been dead for nearly five hundred years.
During these five hundred years, there has been no news about the Great Compassionate Tree King. And shouldn’t the messenger of the Great Compassionate Tree King be the great sage Azar who is closer to the gods?
Then, Ueno Chiki said loudly: "I was originally a patient with the same magic scale as you."
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large black scaly scar on his arm left by the demonic scale disease.
The crowd was immediately shocked. They didn't expect that he had the same experience as them.
"I was once desperate. Why must fate be so cruel to me?"
This sentence resonates with many people, and they often ask themselves why they have to endure such pain when they have never done anything bad.
"Just when I was confused and lost hope, I actually had a dream one night. In the dream, the Great Kindness Tree King gave me the ability to cure the magic scale disease and taught me the knowledge of the Seventh School, asking me to assist the Little Auspicious Grass King to save Xumi."
"People of Xumi, we have all neglected our current god, the great and kind Little King of Auspicious Grass. My power can only suppress the magic scale disease, but her power can completely eliminate the magic scale disease, so that no one will ever get this disease again.
As long as you offer your sincere faith to it!"
His voice was full of passion and allure, as if it carried some kind of magic, deeply attracting everyone present. The people's emotions were instantly ignited, and the suspicion and confusion in their eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by endless enthusiasm. As long as someone could cure their magic scale disease, they would believe in anything, not to mention the gods they already had.
In the square, thousands of people shouted in unison: "We believe in the little auspicious grass king! We are willing to offer our devout faith!" Their voices gathered into a powerful force, soaring into the sky, shaking everyone's heart.
At that moment, Ueno Chiki was looking at the passionate crowd and found a particularly familiar figure among them. She had a delicate face, looked weak on the outside, and had a dignified and elegant temperament. The simple white and green long skirt set off her graceful figure. Under her curved eyebrows were a pair of bright eyes, and her deep pupils were full of devout faith.
He recognized her at a glance. She was the protagonist of Xumi's early plot mission - Dina Zedai. She was also the most devout believer of the little auspicious grass king Nashida. More importantly, she was very rich.
In the plot mission, she used her own financial resources to organize a grand flower god birthday festival for the little auspicious grass king.
If I had her funding, my MLM, ugh, missionary work, would surely be very smooth.
Miss believer, you don’t want the God you believe in to be imprisoned forever, do you?
Chapter 118 I gave you a chance, but you failed
Ueno Chiki gently pushed through the crowd and walked up to Dina Zedai, saying in a gentle tone, "Hello, Miss Dina Zedai."
"Do you know me?" Dina Zedai covered her mouth gently with her little hands, her eyes wide open, full of surprise.
Next to Dishia was a fit woman, who looked at Ueno Chiki warily like a lioness. Growing up in the harsh desert, she was wary of everything.
Ueno Chiki smiled slightly, "Ms. Dina Zedai, our meeting today was actually destined. I am the messenger of the Great Kindness Tree King, and you are the messenger of the Little Auspicious Grass King!"
After hearing this, Dina Zedai was even more incredulous. "How is this possible? I don't have any abilities, how could I be chosen as a divine messenger?"
Ueno Chiki thought to himself, you don’t really have any super powers, but you do have money.