Chapter 227 Murtada: Regret!
"Oh, that's how it is!"
Kavi quickly accepted this statement, but then raised an objection, "Harold said before that he wanted to recycle the glass. I'd like to trouble you to collect the remaining materials."
"must."
"no problem!"
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The workers nodded in agreement and said they were about to switch shifts or check the cleanliness of the area they were responsible for, trying to make Kavi think they were really busy.
Kawi reminded them to be safe while working, walked to the greenhouse under construction, greeted other workers, and then checked the progress of the project...
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Two weeks later, Hazard finally gave in and agreed to use void simulation computing.
After another vote by the Sages' Conference, the matter was finally finalized with a 4:2 advantage.
With the witness of the current six sages, Azar removed the shackles of the void, and the information of many scholars of the Order, the intelligence of the "Garden of Silence", and the plan provided by Senor were recorded together.
This divine legacy immediately began to simulate all possibilities and transmitted these results directly into the consciousness of the six sages present.
The six people saw this scene at the same time: Amidst a huge roar, the stone-built buildings were blown down, and behind the flying dust were stunned faces, their eyes were either filled with disbelief or had lost their luster.
Then the discipline officer stood in the ruins and announced, "From now on, there will no longer be a 'Garden of Silence'!
In the following month, two scholars committed suicide due to shattered dreams. One of them was found in time and saved.
But the second week after he was rescued, he chose a secluded corner to hang himself again, and this time he succeeded.
Nothing happened in the next six months. The scholars who had been involved in related research completely gave up the idea after witnessing the destruction of the "Garden of Silence".
Although most of them were negative for a long time, they eventually came out of their pain and despair. They no longer obsessed with the deceased, but instead devoted themselves to various walks of life and started a new life.
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Hazard cut off the connection between the brain and the void. The simulation function of the void puts a huge burden on the human brain. Long-term use will cause irreversible damage to the brain. Fortunately, seeing this, they can already make a judgment.
"I will approve the application of the chief disciplinary officer and let all those who know about it cooperate with him to complete this drama," Azar said.
The other five sages, whether from Azar's faction or the vitalist sage Nafis who always liked to oppose Azar, did not raise any objections.
According to Seno's plan, there will be only two casualties, and the loss is almost negligible.
Moreover, the Void was only simulating each person's personality and time, place, and events, and deducing different possibilities. What they just saw might not actually happen. Perhaps a slight difference in the two people's thoughts would cause things to develop in a different direction.
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The next day, Seno got the stamped document and immediately gathered people to forge the "Garden of Silence".
In the evening, Harold received the letter delivered by Seno. He took the letter out of the mailbox on the leg of the Blinking Bird, touched the top of the Blinking Bird's head, and began to read the letter.
In the letter, Seno informed him that once the plan was approved, the preliminary work could be properly handled within half a month. If you need Murtada to do anything, you can arrange it for him now and let him complete the work in advance to avoid delaying your research progress.
After reading the letter, Harold put the note aside, stroked his chin with one hand and thought about how to properly arrange Murtada's rest time.
It was twelve days later that Seno finished all the work. At this point, Murtada, who had been working under Harold for four months, finally met his father again, as well as Seno, his father's good partner and the current disciplinary officer, who had been introduced to him by his teacher.
After meeting, Taje looked his son up and down several times before he confirmed that the boy in front of him, who had become darker than his best partner, was his son.
Noticing that his father's eyes were always on him, Murtada called out "Father!" and gave a confident yet slightly shy smile.
Both Taj and Seno thought that the row of white teeth that appeared when he smiled was extremely eye-catching.
Tajie coughed lightly, breaking free from the shock, and looked at Murtada, still a little awkwardly saying: "...Yeah."
After a pause, he turned his head to Seno: "This is your uncle Seno."
Murtada also looked at the very young-looking Seno, and after struggling for a while he squeezed out a sentence "Uncle Seno".
"Hello," Seno nodded to Murtada, "You look healthier than before."
Just as Harold said.
"I feel the same way, and I'm stronger than before. I've gained a lot in the past few months."
Murtada was visibly happy. Seeing that his father and the young uncle Senor seemed very curious, he immediately continued excitedly:
"I am fortunate to assist the teacher in cultivating a special type of rice. This was originally the teacher's subject, but now he is willing to hand over most of the work to us, so I have the opportunity to get in touch with the core technology of this research.
The teacher also said that he did not plan to publish a paper related to this type of rice. If we couldn’t find a topic for the paper, we could use this subject. We didn’t need to add his name to the list of personnel, just put him in the mentor column.
In addition to the research on rice, we are also studying the composition of matter. In the future, he will also let us get involved in the research on the hybridization of various plants.
He will leave most of the work to us, including cultivating experimental materials, recording data, etc. If we want to write a paper, we can write it on any topic. We can take over what he and his assistants are doing now!"
Murtada's mouth curled up excitedly, but when he said this, he sighed secretly and said with some regret:
"It's a pity that we don't have the divine eye, so we can't be in close contact with the teacher's experimental materials for a long time. The experimental time must be limited, otherwise I can work eighteen hours a day..."