Mystery Makes Me Strong

"I want to be a lady." Wang Wenwen raised his hand and said.

The family members sat in a row in a neat row, waiting for the magic guide to choose.

"That's the heroine, it's not your turn." Xiao Huan shook his head.

"For Xiami?" Wang Wenwen said unconvinced, "Can't I wear makeup?"

"You can only play tricks." Xiao Huan said.

"What do you say rice?"

"The character will not be tossed, the protagonist will be tossed back and forth, don't you think?"

"That's fine."

"Oh, magic guide, what position do you think I can arrange?" Zhao Han asked with a smile.

"Just be a cook." Xiao Huan looked him up and down, and then said.

"Cook, cook? Okay, okay." Zhao Han said dejectedly.

"You can be content. I only give it to you for the sake of a good relationship. It's not easy to find a set with more than two hundred lines."

"It turns out that the magic guide is still facing me. I don't know what those more than two hundred lines are?" Zhao Han asked with a look of hope, completely losing the seriousness and seriousness in the company.

"Madam, it's time to eat. Madam, it's time to clean up." Xiao Huan thought hard and replied.

"Isn't that just two sentences?" Zhao Han couldn't figure it out.

"Yeah, repeat each one a hundred times, isn't it more than two hundred sentences." Xiao Huan looked at her with the eyes of a fool.

"Hahaha." Everyone roared with laughter.

"Okay, okay." Zhao Han said helplessly.

"What role will you give me?" Wu Shanshan asked.

"I won't favor one person over another. You also have more than two hundred sentences, and you are a laundryman."

"Oh, it won't be 'Madam, it's time to do the laundry, Madam, the clothes are finished'?" Wu Shanshan asked amusedly.

"Uh, you are smarter than Hanhan, I don't need to teach you." Xiao Huan nodded directly.

The crowd then burst into laughter.

Afterwards, the family was arranged for various tricks, including grooms, roadside vendors, church guards, vulgar and ignorant citizens...

Everyone was excited and ready to start shooting.

The lighting and sound are ready, and the actors are in place.

The venue begins to evolve, and time and space freeze.

…………

Somewhere in a civic square, flowers were spread on the edge of a high platform, and on the high platform, a handsome black-haired man was speaking impassionedly.

"The stars are revolving in a fixed way, and their orbits will not change for thousands or tens of thousands of years. The earth is not the center, and they will not revolve around the earth."

"When sailors are on the ocean, they are in the stars, guiding the way."

"Although their light is faint, it illuminates our way forward!"

"That's light, that's electricity, that's reason, it's bound to break through the sky of ignorance!"

"Heretic!" A priest led the guards, rushed up to the high platform, and pushed the man to the ground.

"You can keep me from talking, but you can't stop the light of the stars!" The man was lying on the ground with his hands raised high!

"Burn him!" cried the abbe in a rage.

The guards looked at him, and someone shook his head and said, "Nillo often attends Mrs. Arnst's salon. You should ask the bishop first."

A priest has no such power.

"Didn't hear what he was saying? He actually said that the earth is not the center of the universe!" the priest said angrily.

The guards still shook their heads. They couldn't understand what was centered or not, but they knew how to handle their jobs.

Arresting people is fine, but burning people requires the order of a powerful person. The priest has prestige, but not enough.

"Send him to the Inquisition first!" The priest could only push back.

The citizens laughed as they watched the young man Nileo staggering away from the high platform being escorted by the soldiers.

For them, this is just another kind of drama. They can't let them eat an extra piece of black bread, but they can let them eat brown bread with more condiments, so that the sawdust and sand are not so hard to swallow.

"You are only blindfolded for a while, but you can always see the light of reason!" Nilu shouted loudly.

There was a muffled thunder in the sky.

But no one cares.

Thunderstorms are all too common in summer.

No one noticed, but an eye flashed high in the sky, watching the scene curiously.

In the chaotic and ignorant atmosphere, and the ignorant and stupid people, there is a ray of stubborn light shining stubbornly.

Homage to reason, and homage to it whenever possible.

The eye slowly descended.

…………

In the dark and damp dungeon, Nillo was writing parchment with a drowsy tallow candle.

The candles and papers were brought in at Mrs. Arnst's expense.

A greedy prisoner doesn't care who it is given to.

He knew he was dying.

Dare to publicly say that the earth is not the center on a high platform, it is tantamount to courting death.

But he still has to say it.

"On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres".

"Stars have their own fixed orbits, and their orbits should be calculated in this way. They are related to a certain constant, and they need to be calculated in the form of squaring..."

Halfway through writing, he felt that there was an error, so he crossed out and recalculated.

At this time, a prisoner came to his cell door and knocked: "Madam is here to see you."

"My poor, dear Nile, how did you become like this? You should rest more and get through this time of captivity." A well-dressed beautiful woman endured the stench of the dungeon, carrying a long Skirt, standing outside the cell fence, looking at his lover.

"Ma'am, this is not the place for you to come. The filth here will stain the beauty I have in your heart." Niluo didn't look up, he didn't want his embarrassing appearance to leave an impression in the eyes of his beloved.

"Just say that you made a mistake. As long as you take back what you said before, you can treat it as if nothing happened. I have established a relationship with the bishop, and he promised me that he can pardon you once on behalf of the Lord."

"It cost you again, but this time I let you down. I want to defend the dignity of reason. I can no longer succumb to ignorance. In that case, our world will have no future."

"Are you going to give up on me for the future of the world?"

"You are wrong. It is for you, for your children and grandchildren, to live in a rational and better world." Nio said excitedly.

The lady was very moved: "But we don't have any descendants yet."

"No need, as long as it's your child." Nilu shook his head.

The lady stepped forward and stretched her hand over the bars of the cell.

Nile took her hand excitedly.

Dirty and clean, ignorance and reason collide together at this time.

The noble lady may just be out of vanity and face, or out of catching up with the trend. Her love is fierce and short-lived.

But that's enough.

Enough for Nello's light to shine through.

One eye fell on Nile's left hand.

The lady felt as if she was dazzled, and then her eyes disappeared again.

The two talked about love, and finally the prison guard came and interrupted them.

He was very incomprehensible, how could the beautiful and noble lady stay in such a stinky cell?

Is that what love is?

For this thing, do you have to spend a few talents of gold to bribe the bishop?

With this money, you might as well find the best gigolo in an expensive mead tavern.

"I will come to see you again. I will go to the king and queen and let them find a way to save you. This kingdom cannot lose a scholar like you." Madam promised before leaving.

There was a gleam of light in Niluo's eyes, who would want to be burned to death if he was alive?

At least alive it is possible to calculate the correct formula.