Chapter 132 They will know...
"If I understand correctly, what you mean is to use the historical records of the Red King granting humans the authority to let a king manage the desert on his behalf to tell the Red King's followers that establishing a unified country is to obey the Red King's will?"
"Yes, that's what I thought."
A glimmer of surprise flashed in Setale's brown eyes. She had deliberately used a more subtle statement regarding the beliefs of the Red King and the desert people.
After all, the Red King's choice of a human king to manage the desert region on his behalf might just be a temporary policy he made before he disappeared, and it might not represent the Red King's attitude.
What she said just now was actually just a more reasonable explanation for the Red King's behavior in order to achieve her own goal of bringing the desert people together again.
Although many Gilded Brigades are now doing the same thing - plundering under the banner of the Red King, claiming that they have inherited the will of the Red King,
But Setale had studied in the House of Decrees for many years and was afraid of its decrees. She knew that what she had done had touched upon one of the "Six Root Sins", "speaking of secrets without fear", and now had implicated several of her companions.
Harold took the initiative to talk about these things openly. She was very happy. She was grateful but also a little nervous. She had just been talking so eloquently but now she didn't know what to say. She just answered Harold's questions mechanically.
"The seniors have good ideas, but if no one guides them, few desert people will be able to gain inspiration from this history," Harold said after thinking for a moment, "They will pay more attention to the content of the story."
For example, I pay attention to incest between brother and sister, incest between mother and son, and so on and so forth. I am the same. If there is no test paper in front of you asking you to do reading comprehension, who would pick out those details? It is human nature to love to read gossip.
"Then they will most likely think that the author of the novel is insulting their ancestors. Most desert people may not want to admit this history," Harold said carefully, "After all, it is not glorious to tell it out. The human king received the grace of the gods but betrayed the covenant, and the gods' followers brought down divine punishment... well..."
"But this is a fact that cannot be erased. If we cannot even face our own past, it will be difficult for us to make progress. We are now making the same mistakes as hundreds of years ago, and this could have been avoided."
As Setale spoke, she felt that her tone was too strong and sounded like she was trying to argue with Harold about who was right and who was wrong. She believed that she was doing something very necessary, but at the same time she also knew that other people's doubts were not unfounded.
So she added: "I will do these things carefully. Although my reputation is not good in the Gilded Brigade, I know some leaders of the Thirty-Man Regiment and mercenaries who have cooperated with the Order.
I will talk to them first and tell them that I found some stone tablets while investigating the Red King's Mausoleum with the expedition team of the Ministry of Justice. The stone tablets are engraved with the history of the desert a hundred years ago. There are relevant records in the Ministry of Justice.
I will relay this part of history to them, mixed with my own views, and I will slowly spread this part of history, along with the truths I want everyone to understand, so that all desert people will know it. "
After hearing what Setale said, no one else raised any objections.
Senor: "When you have prepared the relevant text, leave me a few copies. It is best to print them in desert language. If I catch the mercenaries who violated the decree, I will let them read these texts in the decree court."
"The disciplinary officers are handling cases against the law and spreading knowledge." Haroldt couldn't help but make a joke.
"I just practice and implement my rules and justice. History should be remembered by everyone, not buried in the sand." Seno explained seriously.
Harold shrugged and said in a relaxed tone, "Senior, please give me one too. I recently found an assistant from the desert. She is very famous among the mercenaries. Maybe she can help me."
Kavi scratched his hair, looking a little conflicted: "Then... I want a copy too? Although I usually get to meet some mercenaries on the construction site, I don't usually have much communication with them... I will try to find a suitable opportunity to ask them to read what the seniors wrote."
Seeing that everyone was willing to help her, Setale thanked several people happily, and took out another manuscript to distribute to everyone. It was also a romantic love story, which was the manuscript she was going to submit to the Xumi City Theater.
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On Sunday, the day before the college carnival, Harold came to the classroom again and helped several other scholars move the exhibits. After hearing that other scholars in the college were also tired of moving the exhibits, Kavi contributed the four model cars he had already made to Harold.
When Haroldt walked in dragging a string of carts, the ten freshmen guessed why he brought so many carts, and they shouted in surprise one after another, and some even volunteered to carry the exhibits for everyone.
Harold was naturally happy to see someone willing to help with the hard work. He handed the car and exhibits to the freshmen, and told them to be careful with them and not to "speed" in the ordinance hall. Then he sat down and chatted with Tinari while drinking tea.
Tinari mentioned the recent meeting of sages again, his tone was helpless but also full of expectation:
"Two votes in favor, three votes against, and one abstention. The teacher's proposal to open a comprehensive course was rejected again, but the great sage gave a reasonable explanation this time. He believed that the beneficiaries of the comprehensive course would only be a very small number of geniuses.
The hasty opening of relevant courses is bound to cause dissatisfaction among most scholars. Some scholars could have graduated in their 30s or 40s, but these courses may keep them until they are 50s or 60s, which will seriously undermine the prestige of the Faith House among scholars.
He said that before implementing such a policy that affects the livelihoods of tens of millions of scholars, the curriculum should be arranged reasonably, then tested on a small scale, and gradually released to let everyone have a psychological preparation.
So he asked the teacher to do the preparatory work first before making suggestions. The teacher was very angry. He told me that this proposal concerned the six major colleges. The great sage did not express his position in public. How could he, a sage of the Shenglun School, manage the affairs of the Miaolun School, the Yinlun School, and the Sulun School? He was asked to do it without saying that he would give him power. He was just perfunctory.
But the great sage also agrees that your paper is of great value. The improvement of microscopes and the discovery of cells and microorganisms have had a very significant impact on the fields of biology and medicine. It is not an exaggeration to say that it will set off a revolution in the academic world.
With the support of the teacher and the sages of the Yin-theory School, the great sage made concessions and agreed to allocate funds to order a batch of microscopes and special lenses for Amyriduo College. After your paper is officially published, relevant courses will be opened in the college to guide the scholars of Amyriduo College to learn how to use microscopes and explore the microscopic world.
——I believe that several new doctrines will be established soon. Congratulations in advance, Harold. In two months at most, you can apply to graduate from the College of the Decrees.
You are about to join the ranks of a handful of scholars who have graduated before the age of eighteen, becoming the fastest graduate since the founding of the Academy of Education, and a candidate for the next Sage of the Seiron School.
Haha, come to think of it, ever since I met you, the teacher rarely tried to keep me in the Church of the Immaculate Conception. He had a more suitable successor in mind. I am finally free!"
At the end, Tinari winked at Harold jokingly. He actually knew that Harold had no interest in being a sage.
Just as Harold was about to say something, he heard the excited screams of the freshmen outside the door and the sound of a cart sliding quickly. Then he saw a brown-haired scholar about twelve or thirteen years old pushing a cart in the door. There were three freshmen piled on the cart, and their student hats were missing.
No wonder kids of this age even dislike dogs, Harold pressed his forehead.
Seeing this, Tinari immediately frowned and shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?! Have you used your brains to store waste water? Didn't you remember anything that the senior said?"