Mage Joan

Qiao An can’t imagine that a great man like Albert Weinstein who led the world of Vares into the era of magical industry, a cross-age academic master, can still remain humble and sincere at this age. Facing aging and death with a peaceful and open mind.

I may be expected to surpass the achievements of the old man in academic terms, but when it comes to mind and vision, I am afraid that I will never reach the same level.

Alberton Weinstein said that his last wish is to face death in a way that does not lose dignity. This reminded Qiao An of his grandfather, who had expressed similar thoughts before his death, and the two old men were also worthy of respect.

The immortal self, in addition to gaining infinite youth and life, also lost the opportunity to taste the sunset and the silver hair like snow. This may be the price of eternal life.

Today's award ceremony is Albert Weinstein's last public attendance at an academic event. The old man has officially retired, and the successor to the chairman of the Austrian Law Society is also Qiao'an's old acquaintance, the Grand Master John Dee.

Archmage Dee was still very loyal, and came to cheer Qiao Ann in person. His companions included Mr. Franklin, Qiao Ann's old principal, and Mr. Tennyson, the editor-in-chief of the journal Austrian Law Exploration.

Mr. Tennyson is responsible for presiding over the awards ceremony tonight, and discuss with Qiao An in advance if he can give an acceptance speech.

Everyone knows that this kid is afraid of society and most afraid of speaking publicly, so we have to discuss with him in advance, and we have to go through the scene, even if we just say a few words of gratitude to the teachers, relatives and friends.

"Dr. Vader, take it easy, just say something after receiving the award on stage, and you can make up for five minutes." Mr. Tennyson encouraged the young mage.

In fact, Qiao An had already planned it a long time ago, and wanted to take this opportunity to say a few words to the guests and the young students, and then told Mr. Tennyson: "If there is plenty of time, I would like to say a few more words. "

"Ah? A few more words? Of course it's the best!" Mr. Tennyson was surprised, "You kid, you're great! I'm also worried that you will be nervous and speechless as soon as you get on stage!"

"Everyone is here for you. You are the absolute protagonist on the stage tonight. It doesn't matter how long you want to speak." Professor Moriarty also came to encourage his students.

Qiao An nodded, took a deep breath, and walked to the front desk. However, through the corner of the curtain, he could see that the audience was crowded in darkness. There are also many students from Midgard University who are not on the guest list and have no seats. They just stand by the aisles and walls of the auditorium to watch the ceremony. Even the windows are crowded with their heads, and there are no fewer than 10,000 people in total.

Qiao An grows so old and has never appeared on stage under the gaze of so many audiences. Not to mention the acceptance speech, but seeing the crowd squeezing in the audience, she couldn't help her legs become weak, dizzy and nauseous...

"Ah...no, my heart is beating too fast, I can't breathe, I have to lie down and rest quickly."

Qiao An subconsciously withdrew to the backstage and retreated.

"Don't! Mr. Tennyson has already come to the stage to report the scene, your kid is retreating now, how can people step down?"

The old man Franklin hated iron but not steel, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"Cheer up, my dear student, I just receive an award. This is not more difficult than fighting the ancient gods." Professor Moriarty helped the student who was about to faint and shouted encouragement in his ear.

"No...I would rather fight ten immemorial gods than to make a speech under the eyes of everyone. This is horrible...I can't do it anymore, I will definitely die on the stage..."

Qiao'an's head shook like a rattle.

"Smelly boy, stop talking nonsense, give me a leg!" The countess scolded in his ear, "This is a hurdle you must pass in your life. At this moment, you have an obligation to be a social terrorist youth in the world. An example, prove that people like us can also save themselves, face the gaze of the world, and show your courage!"

"Ah? What you said is light..." Qiao An couldn't help but complain, "You are a long-sleeved diplomat who is good at dancing and sociable. Why do you represent my fearful young people, who are you ‘the two’ with here?"

Tucao returns to Tucao, he also knows that, as the countess said, he must pass this hurdle today and use this rare opportunity to express his feelings to the public.

At this time, the host had finished his opening remarks, and the auditorium was filled with warm applause, urging the protagonist to appear on stage.

Time is running out, Qiao Ann knows that he can't back down anymore, took a deep breath, settled, set his head up and lifted the curtain, strode up to the podium, and took the trophy from Mr. Tennyson.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and countless expectant eyes focused on his face.

Qiao An originally thought that he would be nervous, and his mind was blank, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence. However, it is strange to say that when he was in the backstage just now, he was still nervous to die. Now when he walked to the front desk, he felt inexplicable. At ease.

Perhaps what I have always feared is not from the gaze of the public, but from the imagination of being under the eyes of the public. When the expectation is covered by reality, and the divergent imagination converges to this, it is discovered that it is nothing more than that.

Standing in the center of the podium, Qiao An calmed down his emotions in the face of more than 10,000 viewers and reporters who were broadcasting live photos. According to the draft prepared in advance, I would like to thank my relatives and friends for their encouragement and the teacher’s cultivation, and then a brief introduction. I took a look at my award-winning paper.

After speaking these routines, the tight nerves have relaxed, and Qiao An throws out the theme of tonight's speech-the ultimate question he has been exploring for many years.

"I did some superficial research on the interdependent relationship between the magic net and the caster, and was rewarded. However, I am more concerned about another net, a'worldly net' that connects us all together. That is society."

"Before expounding on this topic, we must first define what is a'person' in the social sense."

Qiao An used a trick to conjure a pointer out of thin air in his hand, and when he pointed the pointer in the air, a magical phantom appeared on the top of the podium.

The phantom in the air is now an elastic colloid. When it exists in isolation, it is not affected by any external force. It is just a round ball. This is the "natural person" in Qiao An's eyes.

Qiao An waved the pointer, and the ball of colloid in the air trembled slightly. Numerous tiny particles protruded from the surface of the body, extending in all directions, like slender spider silk. These threads radiating from the small colloidal sphere represented a person's treatment. The influence exerted by the field.