The dungeon where felons were imprisoned has completely disappeared from a corner of the capital. Avicenna limped out of the ground. His hair had become dirty and messy, his face was covered with dust, and the clothes on his body were corroded and torn by strong acid, and the discolored and swollen skin under the clothes was faintly revealed.
Nineteen of the twenty chains that locked him have been broken, leaving only a thin piece of metal still tied around his neck. It was a trace amount of solid silver mixed in the chain, and it was the mark of his defeat. Although the thin metal wire was so thin that it could be broken with a flick of his little finger, he did not do so. He stared blankly at the sun in the sky. The bright light outside made him dizzy and overwhelmed him.
He moistened his lips with his tongue, and then he made unexplained sounds one after another, like a madman.
Such a grand prison break cannot be ignored. The guards standing by quickly rushed over, and after encountering a setback, they immediately went to seek support from the defenders stationed in the capital. Nearby streets were quickly cleared. More than a dozen huge trebuchets with their heads exposed, slowly walked through the building complex. The trebuchets were accompanied by thousands of soldiers stationed in the capital.
The silver-haired maid Yin Bolita was urgently recalled from the toilet. She rose and fell on the roof with a swift figure, and followed the army towards the dungeon.
Elf-level magicians are fortresses on the battlefield. But as long as there are sufficient troops, no matter how strong the fortress is, it will be captured.
The dust raised by the trebuchet covered the sky. Avicenna looked up at the dust rolling in the sky and felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him.
This drastic change awakened Avicenna. The words coming out of his mouth gradually became logically clear:
"O Lord! Have mercy on your messenger and his family."
"I have got what I need, and the curse of Longinus will be broken soon."
"Apostle of the Xiaoyao School! At this critical moment, please set your sights on the West!
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The sky darkened. Countless clouds were torn apart by the wind, piled up into towering mountains, and turned into a surging sea. A flash of lightning fell from the whirlpool, hitting Avicenna on the head.
Cologne Cathedral, sunlit. The breeze swayed the white and yellow flowers, sending bursts of sweet fragrance into the church.
Gregory sat on a wooden table by the window, holding a quill and writing something on the paper.
The wooden table is new, and so is the wooden frame on the window, exuding a faint fragrance.
Someone knocked on the door three times outside and reminded softly: "Lord Gregory, it's getting late. You are going to witness the wedding of the Duke's daughter today."
Gregory's left hand that was not holding the pen waved back casually: "While I solve this problem first, you can hire a carriage first."
The door opened, and a monk stood at the door helplessly and said: "Lord Gregory, the last time I came in was an hour ago, the last time I came in was two hours ago, the last time I came in was three hours ago... I have I called four waves of rickshaw drivers, but each time they got impatient and walked away. Adding this time, it would have been the fifth wave."
"Has it actually been this long?"
Gregory sighed, put down his pen and stood up.
"Forget it, this question can't be answered today, so let's continue thinking about it on the carriage."
The monk craned his neck and glanced at the table behind Gregory: "It's been more than half a year. Is it possible that Sir Gregory is still studying the 'flow of numbers'? These tricks of playing with numbers, to you It’s just a piece of cake, right?”
Gregory shook his head: "Calculation is a very profound knowledge. I have no talent in mathematics and have long been unable to go further. The question in my mind has nothing to do with mathematics - but in order to answer it, I had to re-examine our teachings.”
"Re-examine the doctrine?" The monk was a little surprised, "Mr. Gregory, what problem did you encounter?"
Gregory did not answer the monk's words. While arranging the papers and pens on the table, he asked casually, intentionally or unintentionally: "Simon, do you think this world is finite or infinite?"
The monk named Ximen blurted out: "Of course it is limited."
"Why are you so sure? Simon?"
"Because an infinite thing must have no center. But the world obviously has a center - that is the earth we stand on. Otherwise, why would the sun, moon and stars revolve around us?"
Gregory cleared the table and sighed.
"You are right. If the world is infinite, then the building that the academic community has worked hard to build for thousands of years will collapse in an instant. It seems that it is really getting late, Ximen, let's go quickly."
"So? Lord Gregory, what exactly is the problem you encounter...?"
"There's no big problem, it's just a whim. You go to the carriage and wait for me."
Gregory patted Simon's shoulder and walked to another room. There was Gregory's bedroom. He will soon be the witness for a local aristocratic daughter. Although he didn't care about the gazes of those nobles, the wedding was a solemn ceremony after all. Before going there, he had to change out of his old clothes.
It didn't take him long to change his clothes, and then walked out of the church door slowly.
——Just when he touched the ground outside, his steps suddenly stopped.
Gregory raised his head and looked towards the east, the expression on his face becoming more and more solemn.
"Simon, wait for me a little longer. There is an emergency situation that I must deal with immediately."
"Emergency situation? Lord Gregory, is that-?"
Before Simon finished speaking, Gregory's body disappeared from the place.
The weather conditions in the island republic are becoming increasingly weird. Gusts of wind blew in all directions, and from all directions at the same time. The wind swept a large amount of sand, sea water, and even flames. Black mud of unknown composition fell from the sky like snow, accumulating a thick layer on tree branches, roofs, and the ground.
In this extremely weird atmosphere, a ray of warm sunshine suddenly fell from the gap in the dark clouds. The place illuminated by the sun suddenly returned to its original peace and tranquility.
Gregory stood up slowly under the sunlight. He was wearing the white dress he was wearing for the wedding, which made him look particularly holy.
"Although they are both members of the Abrahamic Church, the Cross and Star and Moon sects have always been distinct from each other. This is not the place you should come."
Gregory slowly turned around and faced the dark shadow in the middle of the storm.
"Yin Ben Xina, go back to your eastern battlefield."
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