Chapter 87 New Topic
"What is this? Dialectics of nature? History of ethical thought? Ah, this, this is just a rubbish question, how did it get to philosophy..."
Harold muttered to himself.
Forget it, just laugh for half a minute.
Hmm...if you look at it carefully, it's well-written. It's good that Siraj can focus on this, so that he won't have to do anything else.
Harold thought so as he entered the House of the Decrees with the research report in his arms. He clearly felt that many eyes were focused on him.
After the interim research report he submitted was praised by Azar, he once again became a celebrity in the House of the Fatwa. Wherever he went, he could hear other scholars secretly looking at him and whispering.
As an excellent student in two lives, Harold was well-accepted by these gazes. He pretended not to notice them at all and walked past them calmly.
Some scholars immediately stopped talking when he passed by them, while others deliberately raised their voices and talked about completely different topics such as "I bought a new coffee machine" to cover up their behavior of talking about others behind their backs.
Although he was the center of attention, no one came up to talk to Harold until he reached the Amyrido College area in the Ordinance Hall.
"Harold."
Hearing a familiar voice, Harold stopped.
As expected, one cannot blindly set a flag. Harold muttered to himself as he turned around and looked at the short-haired scholar. He nodded slightly and said, "Siraje."
He looked noticeably more haggard than he had a few months ago, and even his already precarious hairline had risen a few inches.
Seeing Harold, Siraj was in high spirits, sweeping away his decadent mood: "I spent seven months to solve your problem! Have you seen my paper? That's my answer!"
See, you and Hazard provided me with plenty of laughs this week.
Harold pursed his lips to prevent himself from laughing: "I see, it's pretty good. I can see that you have lived a fulfilling life during this period. I hope you can live the rest of your life to the same extent."
Just nice?
Siraj automatically ignored Harold's other words, and the only comment left in his mind was "not bad".
He was not satisfied with this evaluation. After submitting his work over the past few months, he began to inquire about Harold's whereabouts.
He learned unwillingly from the scholars of Amyrido College that Harold had been conducting research in Huacheng Castle and rarely returned to Xumi City.
He made several copies of his paper and posted them on bulletin boards in the House of the Decrees, pubs, cafes, etc., hoping that when Harold returned to the city, he would be able to see his results and be impressed by him.
I finally waited for Harold to return to the House of the Decrees to show him the paper I was so proud of, but Harold just had such a lukewarm attitude? !
However, he successfully solved the puzzle from the perspective that Harold had denied, and received praise from all sides. Even the sages of the Yinlun School gave him an encouragement fund to recognize his academic achievements.
Others envy him, but he disdains to regard it as his medal. He does not care about the praise of these vulgar people. In his opinion, only Harold and Elhaisen are his kind, and only their praise can satisfy his soul.
"Excuse me," said Harold.
The smile on Siraj's face froze immediately. Harold's words wiped out his original joy. This man was just like Elhaisen, always trampling on his pride and igniting his anger.
"Wait!" Siraj gritted his teeth and shouted, "My paper has been published. I want to challenge you and El Haisen! This is the oath I made!"
Harold stopped, spread out his right hand, and the brick-thick "Sumeru Ancient Characters" fell lightly into his palm.
"You just said, 'challenge', right?"
Harold held the book in one hand and crossed his chest with the other. "Tell me, how do you want to fight? You decide the location, and I'll give you both hands."
As long as you nod, you will be treated as a "lover" immediately, and Ola will give you three pages.
After he finished speaking, he paused and added: "The Church of the Holy Spirit is not good, it will affect my reputation."
"You did this on purpose?!" Siraj shouted angrily, "I was talking about academic challenges! Don't misinterpret my meaning on purpose!"
Seeing Harold's enthusiasm fade away, he quickly continued, "You decide the format, whether it's a college debate, a college competition, or a thesis, I accept it.
Give me a chance to stand on the same playing field with you and Elhaisen! It doesn’t matter if you don’t accept the challenge today. As long as you are still in the Order, I will have plenty of opportunities. "
"...Since you insist, let's fight it out in the research project."
Harold pulled open the collar of his schoolboy jacket, revealing the lining and the revolver at his waist.
He calmly drew his gun and held it horizontally, with the muzzle pointing at Siraj's forehead.
"...What do you want to do?! This is the House of Religious Orders!" Siraj, who specialized in sociology, naturally recognized the gun in Harold's hand. When the gun was pointed at him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
“I accept the academic challenge you have initiated. This is my new subject.
Listen carefully, do you think that the material created by using the elemental force of rock to decompose tiny dust into atoms and then recombining them according to certain rules is still rock?
Can I use the rock elemental power in this way to make rock bullets with similar properties to copper bullets?"
Harold made the statement lightly while fiddling with the safety of his gun.
"What?" Siraj's brain was stuck.
"This is the answer." The concentration of elemental force around Harold suddenly increased. The dust affected by the elemental force reflected golden light and gradually condensed into a bullet in front of his eyes.
Harold put down the magazine with a clang, held the bullet in front of him and loaded it slowly, then quickly closed the magazine and continued to aim at Siraj.
"I didn't have bullets just now, but now I have them. This is the result of my research for several months. The difference between bullets made in this way and ordinary bullets is that I can easily attach elemental forces to them.
In simple terms, the damage has increased exponentially, and breaking the shield of a rock slime with one shot is no problem."
Harold smiled and said, "Now, tell me, do you admit that my research results are better than yours?"
Siraj's nerves were extremely tense, his eyes were fixed on the muzzle of the gun, and he was unable to speak.
...
"It seems that the competition has been decided. Goodbye." Haroldt withdrew his gun. Due to daily practice, he had mastered this movement and it was very powerful.
He pulled his collar, straightened his clothes, and strode away.
When passing by Siraj, Siraj let out a trembling bass from his throat: "...Don't think that you can make me give up like this! Next time, next time I will definitely..."
Harold pretended not to hear and didn't give him any extra glances. He walked straight through the door and passed through the classrooms of Amyrido College. Inside the college, he received even more glances and faintly heard the words "Amyrido God of War".
...Forget it, do whatever you want.
The mouth is on other people's body, what can I do about what they say?
Harold was numb.
Arriving at Zacharias' office, Harold submitted his project report to his tutor and placed a jar of dried nectar powder and jam on the desk.
"Teacher, this is my research report for this stage. This one is the topic I plan to study next. I have also written the project application and funding application report. Please help me confirm it."
Harold lowered his eyebrows and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"The progress is so rapid!" Zacharias' eyes lit up, and he quickly took Harold's report and read it carefully.
After turning four pages and seeing the production process of the Pianpian nectar powder, his breathing gradually became rapid.
"Did you make this using the method in the report?!" He put the document aside for the time being and picked up the dried nectar powder on the table.
"Yes." Harold nodded.
"Good, good, good, good. This method requires fewer steps, is easy to operate, and has quick results. It can be popularized!" Zachariah happily opened the jar, poured a little golden powder into his palm, and licked it with his tongue.
"Yes, the taste is indeed special!" Zachariah nodded with satisfaction. "Add to that the advantages you mentioned, such as 'promoting yeast growth', 'making baked goods crispy', and 'removing the eggy smell', this dried nectar powder will definitely become a popular seasoning in Xumi!"
Zachariah: "Hmm? The reproduction of the Trickster Flowers was also successful?... If we use elemental power to promote their growth, they can produce honey in two months?! Great, great, great, great, great, now even if their reproduction capacity is low, it can't prevent the Trickster Flower nectar from flowing into the tables of Xumi residents!"
"But I'm still confused about the relationship between their age and honey production, and the relationship between their fertility and lifespan."
Harold frowned and told his mentor about his troubles.
"These are unavoidable research projects, but the lifespan of monsters is a mystery. Maybe my test subjects can live longer than me."
Zacharias gave him an encouraging look: "You think long-term. Whether from a short-term goal or a long-term perspective, this project deserves more attention from the college.
In fact, our college has always had some long-term projects. The longest one has lasted since the founding of the college. Generation after generation of sages and college elites have inherited the will of their predecessors and continued research, achieving new results based on the work of their predecessors.
If your subject is good enough, you don’t have to worry about not being able to complete it due to limited life span. The establishment of the Faith Academy system is to a certain extent to solve this problem. ”
"Thank you for your advice, teacher. With the support of the college, I can submit my next research topic with confidence." said Haroldt.
After hearing what Harold said, Zacharias became curious about the student's new topic. He put aside the report he had not finished reading and picked up the application report for Harold's new topic.
After reading a few pages, he was so excited that he couldn't sit still.
...the posture of a great sage, the posture of a great sage.
When Harold saw his teacher's expression, he couldn't help but recite it silently in his heart.
Zechariah: "My disciple Harold has the qualities of a great sage!"
...As expected, it has come. Harold thought helplessly.