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Chapter 111 All it takes is a grumpy fiancée to make you a sage (4k2)

Luo Gesi's voice was melodious, and the evening breeze blew through the heartstrings of everyone on the terrace seats.

There was silence after his words died down, as if time had frozen at this moment, the audience was as calm as lake water, their thoughts were still sinking in Rogers' words, drifting with their imagination.

After a long time, an extremely powerful clap sounded, followed by thunderous admiration and applause. Many people stood up excitedly and cast their eyes in wonder and admiration.

They felt that the young man's eyes were shining with bright sparks, as if there was a whole world of wisdom hidden inside.

There were also several journalists mixed in there who kept writing notes or sketching.

The setting sun and the hustle and bustle were constantly emphasizing to them that the scene in front of them might be the most important witness in their careers.

Rogers raised his eyes and looked at the sky, feeling that he seemed to be a little too excited. After all, the speech was not just this one.

He pressed down his hands and asked the audience to be quiet. He cleared his throat slightly and continued:
"Next, I still need to complete my duties as a lecturer at St. Helta and give a speech to my mentor.

"It just so happens that all the tutors and professors are also at the table, so I would like to share my views on education together, and hope to help the guests here teach apprentices more effectively.

“Just as to observe the mountains we need to go to the plains, and to observe the plains we need to ascend the mountains.

“So it is the mentor who understands the apprentice, and I also want to get to know the mentor from the perspective of the apprentice.

“Therefore, I want to make it clear that once we know a certain knowledge, we cannot imagine what it would be like not to know this knowledge. I call this the curse of knowledge.

"When mentors teach apprentices, they cannot avoid this kind of trouble, but they often fail to discover it..."

The last speech had factors that would make the royal family panic as time went on, but this time, Rogers only needed to prove himself a little, and no longer needed to be as serious as before.

Because of this, he moved from the mentor's psychology to the apprentice's psychology, and then to messy things like how to describe consciousness, research consciousness, cognitive consciousness, etc.

It also specifically tells what the "subconscious mind" is, as well as various research focuses and methods used to analyze psychology that were well-known in certain psychoanalytic and psychological schools in the past.

However, just like not long ago, his words only contained many directions and did not express actual systematic theories. There were only some fragmentary and unfounded concepts and conjectures mixed in.

But even this was enough to make everyone in the audience even more stunned.

"The potential of our thinking is endless, but I rarely see manuals that truly teach how to recognize and use it from a simple perspective, except for spiritual magic. I very much hope that there will be a new research based on this as a pillar in the future."

The setting sun completely dissipated, and the dark sky dispersed the afterglow. In this boundless background, the stars began to show their brilliance and silence.

A young reporter with messy brown hair has long forgotten to record. He has traveled from imagining the material world to the vast ocean of spirit and consciousness, making him just want to work harder to absorb the inspiration and wisdom in the words.

When Rogers showed that he had finished his speech, he couldn't wait to ask loudly:

"Hello! My name is Walker! I would like to ask you, what is the reason why you can gain so much knowledge at this age? Do you show a talent comparable to that of a sage?"

Walker's abruptness caused all his colleagues to look at him with disgust, and many people from outside the school beside him could not help but frown, but everyone remained quiet, also looking forward to the answer to this question.

Rogers adjusted his monocle slightly, and a famous quote from Socrates came to his mind, and he replied with a smile:

"Get engaged! If you meet a good fiancée, you will be happy; if you meet a bad fiancée, you will also have the possibility of becoming a sage."

Everyone was startled when they heard this teasing reply, and then many people burst into laughter for a long time.

Rogers then answered or discussed the many doubts that many people had due to the content of the speech.

It wasn't until the starlight gradually became thicker that he returned to his cabin, stroking his stomach that had begun to whimper.

……

The sunset speech became the title of Luo Gesi's speech to people from many walks of life that day. He stretched out his arms, with the sunset on his back. Along with many newspapers and periodicals, they were released and distributed throughout the empire.

After this, following the arrival of midsummer, there was also a wave called the "Dawn Movement".

Countless scholars and inventors rushed towards the grand blueprint drawn by Logos, and the squires closest to the bottom, after smelling the possible huge benefits, also showed their kindness and generosity, and expressed their enthusiasm for inventions. The experiment initiated widespread investment that further catapulted the movement into high gear.

But what followed was widespread criticism. Many conservatives bluntly said that Rogers Breed was simply a big devil who was disrupting the originally stable life of the world.

Especially when the idea of ​​rollers with blades to separate cotton was realized, a large number of craftsmen involved in this industry lost their jobs. The situation was far more drastic than the advancement of gear structures.

Critics did not discuss the benefits brought by the entire big change. They just clung to this matter and continued to intensify their slander and curse against Rogers.

However, Luo Gesi's clothing design style is still spreading steadily over time, unaffected by the turmoil.

The current climate is like a furnace, with scorching heat waves rolling back and forth, making everything hot and dry.

The sky was blue and cloudless, without any shade, and the scorching sunlight shone directly on the earth, scorching every inch of it.

The hot summer wind blows, causing the branches and leaves of the trees on campus to sway, as if telling their desire for rain and dew.

A large desk was placed near the window in the living room of Rogers' wooden house, with stacks of books placed on the table.

Lufia sat at the table, holding the penholder in her hand. She looked at the test questions in front of her, her eyelids twitching constantly, as if she would fall asleep in the next second.

Alina sat next to Lufia, holding the latest newspaper in her hand. As she read, her hands gradually tightened the paper, and her knuckles slowly turned white with force. Her cold expression was clearly revealed in her pretty face. face.

"Fruit? Sage? Haha, what a good joke. Why couldn't I publish it earlier..."

Her teeth clenched together, making a dull grinding sound that accompanied each word, making each syllable more clearly audible.

Many of the feats that Professor St. Helta desires may be accomplished first by Alina as the Sunset Speech is sung throughout world history.

"Lufia, am I angry?"

She tried to calm her breathing rhythm, slowly closed the newspaper, put it on the table, and asked her friend next to her. Lufia's groggy head shook, and she tried her best to open her eyes. When she saw Elena's posture that was like a sign of a volcanic eruption, she immediately showed a cute and bright smile, and immediately praised:
"How could it be! Only a guy with a lunatic mind would think that my most gentle and kind-hearted Alina is irritable!"

As she spoke, she looked at the handwriting scratches on the test paper caused by her nap, and guiltily stretched out her hand to cover them, thinking that Alina was angry about this.

crunch--

With a huge white leaf on his head to block the sun, Rogers opened the door and stepped in.

Although today was a rest day, he still went to a plant breeding room after Idrul's repeated pleas and cooperated with Idrul to conduct experiments.

It wasn't until he finished telling the pea master Mendel's insights on the inheritance of plant traits that he was able to get rid of Idrul's entanglement.

"Master Sage, you came back really early. Have you had lunch~"

The corners of Alina's lips raised slightly, but there was no smile on her face, and her eyes were fixed on Rogers.

"Hiccup... I ate a lot of fruit, so I feel a little full." Rogers closed the door, patted his abdomen, and walked directly behind the two of them.

He looked at Erina's expression and looked at Lufia's guilty look. He opened his mouth skillfully and began to educate:

"Knowledge is power! Alina is doing this for your own good. Did you make her angry again because you were lazy?

"My little princess, Hiccup, you are still young. In the future, you will definitely be grateful to Alina for being strict with you now..."

Lufia pursed her lips when she heard this, frowned, raised her hands to cover her ears, and impatiently refused Logos' seemingly endless nagging.

As he was talking, Luo Gesi realized that something was wrong. He saw that Alina's eyes were always paying attention to him, with no intention of moving away.

Instinct drove him to look at the crumpled newspaper at the corner of the table. He picked off the leaves above his head and placed it on the table. Then he slowly picked up the newspaper and saw "Sage or Demon?" reflected on the top of the newspaper. The title of How Rogers Breed Got Who He Is Today.

The content is at first about his simple upbringing, and then it is a long description of anecdotes during his fanatical pursuit of the saint. After that, it is about the verbal engagement between him and Alina due to the matchmaking between the two families.

"Technology has improved again? Can it be put into use so quickly? How come they have started printing this kind of thing? Newspapers in the past would not use precious space to place such jokes."

Rogers scratched his chin, then turned the page and saw another chapter written by Malacom.

"The great sage who grew up in bullying, why did Rogers Braid have such profound speculations about psychology"

It tells in detail what Malacom saw at St. Helte, and describes how the first-year students slandered Logos.

It is speculated that Rogers may have thought about mental and consciousness issues after he suffered psychological trauma due to the poor treatment by the students.

"A joke?" Alina asked in a calm voice as she looked at Luo Gesi who was so absorbed in reading.

After hearing this, Rogers put down the newspaper in his hand and put the white leaves back on his head. He also said calmly: "There may still be problems with Professor Idrul's experiment. I need to go back and help him correct it."

"Wait a minute. In a few days, the Gate of Saint Helta will open trials in advance to test which students have the ability to advance to Silver. Those who perform well may also enjoy the ceremony of establishing the foundation status." Elena After speaking, he took out a letter from his uniform sleeve pocket and handed it to Rogers.

"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, we have been enrolled in school for so long." Rogers responded and reached for the letter.

There is basically no threshold for students who can be selected to be selected as Saint Helte to advance from black iron to bronze. Similarly, it is not difficult to advance from bronze to silver. What they lack is just the accumulation of strength.

Luo Gesi remembered that in the plot of the academy line, one year after the Saint entered the school, nearly 50 students in the same grade would be promoted to Silver.

But unlike Bronze, the Silver level will clearly divide the level differences between primary, intermediate and high-level based on various indicators. The difficulty of each level will increase several times, which is far more than the promotion from Bronze to Silver. .

As for the gold level, it is even further away.

Taking advantage of this front door trial, maybe we can find a way for Alice to get the [Enlightenment Bonus] in advance.

While thinking, Rogers looked down at the bright red paint on the letter in his hand. The mark was not a conventional coat of arms or round emblem, but a rough eagle head.

He tore open the edge and took out the letter. As he read it, his expression gradually became weird.

The letter was written by Arkan, the young chief of the Santan tribe. The other party hoped to start a traditional tribal horse fight with him. The rules were that each side would lead a hundred cavalry to capture the flag, and the rank of the cavalry under their command should not exceed bronze.

If Alkan fails, he will promise that the Santan tribe will never set foot in the Green Valley again; if he wins, he will not ask Rogge for any bets.

"They must have noticed that although your words during the negotiation were not lies, they were not too true either. They were a little bit annoyed by being teased and delayed for so long.

"That Arkan should have reached the silver level. It's really strange. Is this the way of thinking of nomads? Or is there some other plan behind it?"

Rogers handed the letter to Alina, wondering if he could get the other party to increase the number of cavalry to 660 and six.

Alina took the letter, glanced at it casually and put it aside. She looked at Rogers preparing to leave, and her tone became colder: "Do you think I'm irritable?"

[Alina Dewin activates the Prediction Special Code on you and makes a false or true judgment. Your next words will be judged. 】

She watched Luo Gesi pause for a moment, then added: "Just answer yes or no, don't beat around the bush, and don't do half-truths.

"Otherwise, you will see what real rage is."

[Ignorance bonus is passively triggered, please choose whether to pass the judgment. 】

The moment the second message popped up, runes representing speed, agility, amplification, etc. suddenly lit up around Rogers. He rushed towards the door and disappeared into the house in the blink of an eye.

Lufia saw Alina running after her, then stretching her neck and looking through the window at the scene where Rogers was thrown down on the grass. A gloating expression bloomed on her cheeks, and she murmured in a low voice: "Let you train me."

Not long after she looked away, she let out a long yawn again, raised her white palms and supported her chin on her wrists.

As if induced by summer fatigue and the chirping of cicadas outside, her eyelids gradually became heavy again, and her face showed sleepiness. As her eyes closed, she finally fell into a peaceful sleep.

(End of this chapter)