The Master of the Strange Realm

"I believe in [Inherited Sage], but I don't agree that knowledge can be simply equivalent to gold."

The person on the throne did not speak, as if he was not alive at all. But those golden eyes were still moving. Jenkins' heart trembled violently when his eyes looked at him. Although the substantial gaze was not as coercive as the one when he was stared at by Zhengshen, he suddenly felt a kind of pressure. The illusion that the other party is the same kind.

"Ha, I finally went crazy?"

He was muttering in his mind, but the professor had already spoken:

"I had a dream three years ago, in which I learned how to accumulate spirits. This was my opportunity to become a gifter. My question is, who is that?"

His face looked extremely serious, but there was no fear at all.

"I know, but I can't say it."

Stiff sentences 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 mind, and at the same time, he guessed with some fear what kind of existence Professor Burns dreamed about.

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

"How to become a god?"

"court death!"

Jenkins subconsciously took a few steps back and found that his father and professor had the same reaction.

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

Suddenly, Mr. Sanders burst into laughter.

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

He raised his arms high, and his head exploded like an exploded watermelon, but what fell to the ground was not brains and blood drops, but crackling golden beads.

After a while, the headless body fell to the ground and turned into gold sand mixed with the existing gold. There was no trace of the gentleman's existence at all.

"mortal!"

Such words came from the throne. Although the tone was still calm, there was an inexplicable sense of ridicule.

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

Jenkins was thinking in his mind, but suddenly felt his father push him.

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

Dad slapped him on the head: "What are you thinking about? I asked you to treat the professor!"

Jenkins turned his head belatedly and saw the professor falling to the ground, covering his heart.

"You think Dad will force you to ask first."

His father's sarcasm came from behind him. Jenkins blushed and ran to the professor without looking back. He didn't know what happened to the professor, so he could only forcefully put his hand on the professor's chest and activate his ability.

"This is a spell - [Heartbleed Rupture], which is very similar to the form of a curse. It directly cuts off the heart vein of the person who is being cast. In the outside world, this not only requires the blood and hair of the person who is being cast, but also requires a large amount of material preparation. Complete the ritual, but here you just need to touch the other person with your spirit."

Dad explained behind him, and then warned: "Don't ask me any questions here. Once it is misunderstood as a question, you will be dead."

Jenkins felt a bulge in his heart. He really wanted to ask "What happened to the professor?"

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

"They are all followers of the sage, and this is what they should be."

Dad replied on behalf of Jenkins, while shaking his head covertly to indicate not to reveal his official identity.

In the past, Jenkins only thought that Father Oliver was a very capable profiteer, but now it seems that the benefactor who can live for such a long time definitely did not rely on luck.

"38 years ago, in the Moon of Earth and Blossoms, I camped with my team in the Third Republic of Sandwell - Cursed Forest - Witch Lake. What was the phantom that killed 32 of my companions that night?"

The Republic of Sandwell is a small, 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 and moved his lips quickly, while the father showed a solemn expression.

"As expected..."

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

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

"Dad is dead?"

This fact kept echoing in Jenkins' mind. He reached out to touch his father's golden statue, but was stopped by Professor Burns on the side.

He shook his head to tell Jenkins not to do something stupid, and then motioned him to look at the throne. The tall and thin old man was already looking at Jenkins.

Jenkins still can't accept the fact that his father is dead?

After so long time travel, in fact, the person with whom he has the deepest affection is not his family but his father. Jenkins couldn't accept the fact that this happened suddenly, "Are you kidding me?"

Wiping his somewhat wet eyes, he activated the [Eye of Truth].

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

"Dad, do you have a trick?"

Jenkins was startled, then felt new hope.

He took a few deep breaths and looked at the old man on the throne. This time it was his turn.

Since the person on the throne even knows the method of becoming a god, the mystery of the question must not be lower than that of the god; or, he may ask questions that he dare not tell the answer to, just like Professor Burns did just now.

Although some questions, such as whether the chicken or the egg came first, have no answer, this is a philosophical question. But if this unscientific magical world really has a sequence, wouldn't it be over?

PS: I've been busy in reality recently, so I'll announce the reward in a few days.

Section 59 Chapter 57 Knowledge is power

"Ask the true god about the secret of the corresponding month? Or directly ask the secret of God?"

He thought in his heart, but subconsciously felt that the person on the throne might also know these questions.

"Ask 'Who am I?'"

He thought again, but this world has the ability of divination and prophecy. The answer on the throne may not be able to see the earth, but it is very likely to point out that "you don't belong to this world."

After thinking carefully for a long time, Jenkins nodded to the equally nervous professor, and then asked: "Who is the Lord of Flowers?"

Silence then enveloped the palace, and only the gold was still shining with an attractive luster under the light source that existed nowhere.

"I can't say it."

"Escaped!"

Jenkins couldn't help but scream in his heart. The Lord of Flowers was the most mysterious person he knew, and he knew about it from the strange creature. He originally expected that the person who held the throne didn't know, but he didn't expect that he didn't dare to say it!

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

"Today's era belongs to the 18th era, and most of the long history before that cannot be traced. Only a few words in the mystical materials and the underground buildings discovered by chance can prove that the 17th era really existed. I want to know, what is the basis for the division of eras?"

After he finished speaking, before the old man could react, he turned his head and said to Jenkins at a rapid speed:

"I may not survive, but as long as this question can be answered, my life is worth it. I am Professor Burns of History at Nolan First Higher School. If you can get out alive, please inform the school of my death and let them 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 of a child looking forward to candy.

"What is the answer?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes widened, but he never got an answer.

"I can't say!"

The same answer again, a strange blush appeared on Professor Burns' face:

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

Jenkins couldn't understand the professor's complex feelings at the moment, and in a blink of an eye it was his turn again.

This time he really felt like he was going to die. He hadn't accumulated any big secrets since he came to this world, not to mention that the man on the throne had never said: "I don't know."

"Mr. Barnard said that the strange world will never force people into a dead end!"

Jenkins muttered in a low voice, the professor stopped laughing crazily, his face froze, and he looked at Jenkins thoughtfully.

"Since he mentioned knowledge from the beginning, this strange place must be related to knowledge. In other words, there must be knowledge that he doesn't know!"

Jenkins felt that he had grasped something: "He knows the secret of becoming a god, and he knows the history of the past, so the focus cannot be on sufficiently mysterious and complex questions. Asking about the future is not the right choice, because prophecy and divination can easily see those."

He nodded slightly: "In this case, the focus of this strange place is knowledge, so the best question is not something that even you don't know the answer to, but knowledge that only you have mastered and humans have not yet explored!"

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

"Definition: Among integers greater than 1, the 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 knowledge that I don't know!"

"I can survive!"

Jenkins finally showed a sincere smile!

He looked at Professor Burns, thinking that he could get some inspiration from his questions and ask some advanced professional questions, but then he thought that he seemed to be a professor of history.

"As a believer of the [Inherited Sage], I should help him."

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

The professor looked at the paper, nodded gratefully, and then asked the man on the throne:

"With the ability of a mortal, how can you divide a given angle into three equal parts with only a compass and a ruler without scales?"

"It's an interesting question, this is knowledge I don't know!"

The professor breathed a sigh of relief, and he had asked all three questions.

Jenkins nodded, it seems that his view is correct. No matter how strange and mysterious the question is, as long as it has an answer, the owner of this strange world can give an answer. The real question that should be raised is brand new and pioneering knowledge.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at the golden statue of his father, and asked the last question: "How to prove that any map can use only four colors to make countries with common borders have different colors?"

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

Before he finished speaking, the palace gate opened with a loud bang, revealing endless light behind.

The golden sand under Jenkins and the professor's feet suddenly moved like waves. Three balls of golden sand flew towards the two, two balls stopped in front of Jenkins, and one ball 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."

"One-time Midas Touch?"

Jenkins was surprised, but immediately asked the man on the throne:

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

"Yes."

"Thank you very much!"

Jenkins grabbed the gold particle in front of him, and then used all his strength but found that he couldn't lift the pure gold statue. The size of his father was too big!

The professor also reacted, put his reward in his pocket, and the red light in front of him flashed, and he directly carried his father's golden statue on his shoulders.

"Go!"

He waved to Jenkins heroically, and then the two of them ran into the white light without looking back.

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

Their clothes were 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 about the problem in the previous chapter, the brain hole is really too big. But it must be in line with Jenkins's character of pretending to be a native, safety first, it even knows that it is not safe to ask the gods, so it can only do it according to the protagonist.

Chapter 61 Chapter 58 Ring and Professor

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

It did not stop to the side, but strangely used its own shape to find a gap in the gold on the ground to roll.

Gurgle Gurgle~