Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "I believe in [inheritance of sages], but I do not agree that knowledge can be simply equivalent to gold."

　　 The people on the throne did not speak, as if they were not alive at all. But those golden eyes were still turning, Jenkins's heart trembled when he looked at him. Although the gaze that seemed to be true was not as strong as the pressure of being watched by a righteous spirit, he suddenly had a kind of pressure. The other party is the illusion of the same kind.

　　 "Ha, am I finally crazy?"

　　 He muttered in his heart, and the professor had already spoken:

　　 "I had a dream three years ago and obtained a way to accumulate spirit in the dream. This is the opportunity for me to become a gifter. My question is, who is that?"

　　 His face looked very serious, but there was no expression of fear at all.

　　 "I know, but I can't tell."

　　 A stiff sentence came from the throne, and the tall and thin old man pointed his finger at Mr. Sanders: "Next!"

　　 "Professor Burns is an illegal benefactor. The rule is not to say three at once!"

　　 Jenkins concluded in his heart, and at the same time he wondered with some fear what kind of existence Professor Burns dreamed of.

　　Mr. Sanders looked very proud. He nodded respectfully to the throne, adjusted his hat, and then asked loudly:

　　 "How to become a god?"

　　 "Looking for death!"

　　 Jenkins stepped back subconsciously, and found that the father and the professor had also made the same reaction.

　　 The old man sitting high on the throne nodded, his mouth kept shut, but Jenkins could not hear any sound.

　　 Suddenly, Mr. Sanders laughed wildly.

　　 "Hahaha, it turns out, it turns out!"

　　 He raised his arms, his head exploded like a watermelon that was blown up, but what fell to the ground were not brain pulp and blood drops, but crackling golden beads.

　　 After a while, the headless corpse was on the ground, turning into golden sand mixed with the original gold, and there was no trace of the gentleman's existence.

　　 "Mortal!"

　　 The words like this from the Throne of Thrones still have a calm tone, but they have a sense of inexplicable sarcasm.

　　 "It was not that person who killed him, but that he himself couldn't bear the answer. We can't know the secret of becoming a god!"

　　 Jenkins thought in his heart, but suddenly felt that his father pushed him.

　　 He hurriedly said: "I want to know..."

　　 Dad slapped him on the top of the head: "What do you think, I'm asking you to go to the treatment professor!"

　　 Jenkins turned his head afterwards and saw the professor fell to the ground holding his heart.

　　 "You thought the old man would force you to ask first."

　　 Daddy's sarcasm came from behind, Jenkins flushed, and ran to the professor without looking back. He didn't know what was wrong with the professor, so he could only press his hand firmly on the professor's chest and activate his ability.

"This is a spell-[Broken Heart], which is very similar to the form of a curse. It directly cuts off the heart vein of the victim. In the outside world, this not only requires the blood and hair of the victim, but also requires a lot of material preparation. Complete the ritual, but here you only need to touch the opponent with your spirit."

　　 Daddy explained behind him, and then warned: "Don't ask me any questions here. If you get misunderstood, you will be dead."

　　 Jenkins's heart bulged, he really wanted to ask "what happened to the professor" just now.

　　 The professor who was treated by Jenkins looked better, and he nodded weakly, "Thank you for saving me."

　　 "They are all believers of sages, this is what they should be."

　　 Daddy replied instead of Jenkins, and at the same time shook his head covertly, indicating not to reveal the official identity.

　　 Before, Jenkins only thought that Oliver was a very capable profiteer, but now it seems that the benefactor who can live so long is definitely not by luck.

　　 "Thirty-eight years ago, in the Moon of Earth and Blossoms, I slept with the team in the Third Republic of Sunwell-Cursed Forest-Witch's Lake. What was the phantom that killed my 32 companions that night?"

　　Sunwell Republic is a small and remote country outside the three kingdoms. Did Dad go there when he was young?

　　 The tall and thin old man on the throne nodded stiffly, his lips flipped quickly, and the old man showed a solemn expression.

　　 "Sure enough..."

　　 He turned his head and said to Jenkins before his body completely turned into gold: "Live!"

　　 The golden color completely spread to the old man's head, and in a blink of an eye, a golden image of an old man was silently formed.

　　 "Daddy is dead?"

　　 This fact kept reverberating in Jenkins' mind. He stretched out his hand to touch the golden statue of the old man, but was caught by Professor Burns on the side.

　　 He shook his head to tell Jenkins not to do stupid things, and then motioned him to look above the throne. The tall and thin old man had already looked at Jenkins.

　　 Jenkins still can’t accept this fact, daddy is dead?

　　 After so long after crossing, in fact, it is not his family but his father who has the deepest relationship with him. Jenkins couldn't accept the fact that this happened suddenly, "Is that kidding?"

　　 wiped some moist eyes and activated [Eye of Reality].

　　 There is no light spot representing power in the golden statue, but there is a faint black light at the position in front of the waist.

　　 "Daddy has a trick?"

　　 Jenkins was surprised, and then there was new hope.

　　 He took a few deep breaths and looked at the old man above the throne, this time it was his turn.

　　 Since the people on the throne even know the method of becoming a god, the mystery of the question must not be lower than that of the god; or, ask some questions that he dare not say the answer, just like Professor Burns just now.

　　 Although there are some questions, such as the chicken or the egg, there is no answer in itself. This is a philosophical question. But what if this unscientific magical world really exists in order, wouldn't it be over?

　　PS: I have been a bit busy in reality recently, and I will offer a reward for a few days before the announcement.

Chapter 59 Chapter 57 Knowledge is Power

　　 "Ask Zhengshen the secret of the corresponding month? Or directly ask God's secret?"

　　 He was thinking in his heart, but he subconsciously felt that the person on the throne of these problems might also know it.

　　 "Ask "Who am I?""

　　 He thought again, but this world is capable of divination and prediction. The answer above the throne may not be able to see the earth, but it is likely to point out that "you do not belong to this world".

　　 After thinking about it for a long time, Jenkins nodded to the same nervous professor, and then asked, "Who is the owner of the flowers?"

　　 Silence then enveloped the palace, only the gold was still shining seductively under the light source that did not know where it was.

　　 "I can't say."

"Escaped!"

　　 Jenkins couldn't help screaming in his heart, "The Lord of Flowers" is the most mysterious one he knows, and he knows it from the crooks. The person who was looking forward to the throne didn't know, but he didn't expect him to say it!

　　 It was the professor's turn again. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the fine sweat off his forehead, swallowed, and asked a weird question:

"The current era belongs to the 18th era, and most of the long history before it cannot be traced back. Only a few words in the occult materials and the accidental discovery of underground buildings can prove that the first 17th era really existed. I want to know, What is the basis for the division of epochs?"

　　 After he finished speaking, before the old man could react, he turned his head and spoke to Jenkins quickly:

"I may not be able to survive, but as long as this question can be answered, my whole life is worth it. I am Professor Burns of Nolan First College of Higher Education, if you can live out, please come The school will notify me of my death and ask them to find a substitute teacher as soon as possible."

　　 After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the throne. There was no fear of dying on his face, but the innocence that the child looked forward to candy.

　　 "What is the answer?"

　　 He muttered to himself, his eyes widened, but he never got a reply.

　　 "I can't say!"

　　 It was the same answer again, and a strange blush appeared on Professor Burns's face:

"I know, I know, the end of the era and the beginning of a new era are definitely not simple historical changes. This is knowledge more secretive than the secrets of God. Yes, yes, there are still things to do in the second half of my life. , This, this is really..."

　　 Jenkins couldn't realize the complicated mood of the professor at the moment, and he was at him again in a blink of an eye.

　　 This time I really felt like he was going to die. After he came to this world, he did not accumulate any great secrets, not to mention that the man above the throne has never said: "I don't know."

　　 "Mr. Barnard said that treacherous realms never drive people to death!"

　　 Jenkins whispered, the professor stopped his frantic laughter, his face stiffened, and he looked at Jenkins thoughtfully.

　　 "Since he mentioned knowledge from the beginning, this time the treacherous realm must be related to knowledge. In other words, there must be knowledge that he does not know!"

Jenkins felt that he had caught something: "He knows the secret of becoming a god, and he knows the past history, so he can't focus on sufficiently secretive and complicated questions. Asking about the future is not the right choice. Prophecy and divination can Easily see those."

　　 He nodded slightly: "In this way, the focus of this time is knowledge, so the best question is not something that you don't even know the answer to, but knowledge that you only have your own knowledge that humans have not yet explored!"

　　 He prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the person on the throne would not rely on the ability of "omniscience" to find the answer, and then asked:

　　"Definition: In an integer greater than 1, a number that has no other factors except 1 and itself is a prime number. May I ask: How to prove that any even number greater than 2 can be written as the sum of two prime numbers?"

　　 After an awkward silence, a monotonous voice came from above:

　　 "Very interesting question, this is the knowledge I don't know!"

　　 "I can survive!"

　　 Jenkins finally showed a sincere smile!

　　 He looked at Professor Burns. He thought he could get some enlightenment from his question just now and ask some advanced professional questions, but after thinking about it, he seemed to be a professor of history.

　　 "Believers who are also [inherited sages], I should help him."

　　 Jenkins thought so, pulled the professor's arm, took out the pen that he carried with him, wrote a string of words on the paper and handed it to him.

Professor 　　 looked at the piece of paper, nodded very gratefully, and then asked the man on the high platform:

　　 "With the ability of a mortal, how can a given angle be divided into three equal parts using only compasses and a ruler without scale?"

　　 "Very interesting question, this is knowledge I don't know!"

Professor 　　 heaved a sigh of relief. He had already asked all three questions.

　　 Jenkins nodded, it seems that his opinion is correct, no matter how weird and mysterious questions, as long as it has the answer, this time the owner of the treacherous land can give an answer. The question that should really be asked is new and pioneering knowledge.

　　 He was stunned, looked at the golden statue of the old man, and asked the last question: "How to prove that any map with only four colors can make countries with common borders colored in different colors?"

　　 "Very interesting question, this is knowledge I don't know!"

　　 Before the words fell, the gate of the palace opened amidst loud noises, revealing the endless light behind.

　　 The sands under Jenkins and the professor suddenly moved like waves. Three groups of sands flew to the two of them, two groups stopped in front of Jenkins, one group stopped in front of the professor, and finally condensed into round golden particles.

　　 "This is the reward for brand new knowledge. You can use it to turn everything into gold."

　　 "A one-time turn into gold?"

　　 Jenkins was taken aback, but immediately asked the man on the throne:

　　 "I only need one, can you let me take this statue out?"

　　 "Yes."

　　 "Thank you so much!"

　　 Jenkins snatched away the gold nugget in front of him, and then used all his strength to eat, but found that he couldn't lift the pure gold statue. The size of the old man was too big!

Professor 　　 also reacted, putting his reward in his pocket, the red light in front of him flashed, and he directly carried the golden statue of the old man on his shoulders.

　　 "Go!"

　　 He waved to Jenkins bravely, and then the two dared not return to the white light.

　　 After a moment of silence, the old man above the throne stiffly walked down the high platform and walked towards the pure gold statues in the corner of the palace.

　　 Their costumes are very similar to those of the old man. The old man walked step by step, and finally stopped between the two golden statues. His hands drooped naturally, and his body gradually turned into pure gold.

　　PS: After reading your guesses on the problem in the previous chapter, the brains are too big. But in order to conform to Jenkins’s disguise as a native person, safety is the first priority. It even knows how to become a god, and it is not safe to ask a god, so it can only do so according to the protagonist.

Section 61 Chapter 58 The Ring and Professor

　　 And the golden ring on the index finger of the right hand, after the golden image was completely formed, suddenly slipped from the pure gold finger and rolled to the ground.

　　 It did not stop aside, but weirdly used its own shape to find gaps in the gold all over the ground and roll.

　　 Gulu Gulu~