The calculation castle that the Mathematical Olympian originally planned to use to open the Mathematical Olympiad Academy was already as big as a small town. At such a scale, in order to facilitate understanding, it is difficult to compare it with other things - after all, there are still many more eyes who have seen the small town than the four-lashed dragon.
In any case, Icha had never seen such a neat town. Even the architectural arrangement of the former Source of Order was not more precise than here.
Generally speaking, the two have different focuses - the former is consistent and follows an ever-changing set of rules. The latter follow the same rules in all their variations. When you step in, it feels more like stepping onto some kind of chessboard than walking into a large gathering place. The buildings are arranged like chess pieces in the center of their own grid, facing carefully adjusted angles.
There is only one beam of light, which comes from diagonally above and is refracted hundreds of times to illuminate all corners.
Compared with other places in Weixing Qimian, this place is not too crowded. Occasionally, a guy in a hurry will appear in one corner of the grid, and the next second he will appear in the other corner of another grid, and then appear in the building in the grid. A certain layer of it, integrated into it. They were all dressed somewhat similarly - Yizha guessed that they were all employees of the Mathematical Olympiad Academy.
He wouldn't be surprised if the figure that suddenly appeared in a certain corner of the grid was Dosmas.
I strolled forward in an upright manner (of course, to the left, right or even sometimes backward according to the needs) until I walked into Metz's office, but I didn't see Dosmas - this situation is naturally better than encountering He's even better. The only slight drawback was that Imetz was not in the office. He thought this office was centered around the original Olympian and his golden math table. Without the existence of these two things (calling Yimetz a "thing" is really respectful), the place looks particularly empty.
Yi Cha flipped through the things on the bookshelf.
About twenty minutes later, the necromancer came in. His golden table was covered with ordinary leather volumes.
"The opening ceremony will be held tomorrow. I am confirming the list of students." Yimeizi said. He stopped where he needed to, and dumped the volumes onto the level of the alcove - making the whole room suddenly look appropriately detailed. "We also had one-on-one confirmations with all the special course professors. Tomorrow will be an important start," he said, sounding like he was explaining. But I knew from my heart that he definitely didn't. "We especially need to accurately convey the Mathematical Olympiad ideas to all guests. There cannot be any error greater than five ten thousandths."
"Guests? Are they still guests?"
"Yes for the time being. Not after passing the first screening. Those who pass the screening will truly become students of the college. And teachers - this is also a test for them." Metz put his hands together, Place it on the empty desktop. "You know, not all existences can be shrouded in the brilliance of the Mathematical Olympiad. There are always people whose underlying logic conflicts with our ideas."
"The opaque guy." Icha said. "But it may be electrified, it may be breathable, who knows?" He inserted the book in his hand into the wrong column - it automatically returned to its original position under Yi Metz's gaze. "It's just one elimination." Yi Cha said, looking at the cute book. "What are you going to do to these eliminated guys? Kill them and turn them into undead?"
This sentence had a stronger effect than he expected. The Skeleton Mage stood up, and two or three yellow-green sparks burst out from the holes in his cheeks - Icha hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.
"oh--"
"You know that there is no such thing. Ichaint." Yimeizi said gloomily. "And this is entirely your fault."
"My fault?"
"It's entirely your fault. I won't settle accounts with you, so don't settle with me either..."
"Wait. Wait." Icha raised a finger. "I want to make sure. When you say completely, in your discourse system, of course you mean 'one hundred percent, without exception', right?"
Metz frowned. "Of course. What's wrong?"
Yi Cha pretended to be thoughtful for a while, and finally couldn't help but laugh.
"Flattered," he said. "For such a big thing, I thought that other guys had more or less credit for it. You know, many guys helped. The source of power alone...
etc. etc. "The original Olympian seemed to be planning to interrupt his tirade, so he interrupted first and allowed the smile to solidify on his face to match the other person's expression. "I ruined your blueprint plan. But you have no intention of changing your educational philosophy because of this, right? He acted as if he knew what he was asking. "For example, turning teaching into thorough professional training-cultivating an army specifically for me and demons like me...or what you plan to do-I know the Mathematical Olympiad has this Tendency: When encountering a new problem, turn it into an old problem and then solve it. As long as you turn those guys we resurrected into undead again, the conditions will be the same as before. is that so? "
He knew it would cause displeasure, but he deliberately continued to ask. "Is that your plan? That's it?"
The undead do not need to inhale at all. But it looked as if Imetz took a deep breath—as if he was going to spit fire or something.
"I have no such intention." After a pause, the Mathematical Master said. "A blueprint is a plan. The plan may succeed, it may fail. It may take more time to wait for conditions to mature. That's all."
"Then what kind of nothing more is yours than this?"
"you do not need to know."
"I need to know."
Metz paused and tilted his head slightly.
"Are you questioning me?" he said. Golden eyes sparkling. "Still questioning...him?"
(That’s me. With Chaint. Nesis turned over the page uneasily and said quietly.)
"I want to attend the opening ceremony."
Yi Cha shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject.
Metz calmed his expression - but only to a limited extent. "I invited you to teach here. You refused."
"Yes. But I recommended a good substitute - maybe not that good. But at least it is a substitute. We are even on this matter." Yi Cha said. "That's the same thing. You helped the camp that planned to destroy me. I destroyed the camp that planned to help you. Haha." He smiled deliberately. "Calm down. You shouldn't be angry. I tried every possible means to make you angry but failed. Don't get angry when I don't mean to. I need to attend the opening ceremony."
Metz stared at him for a moment.
"You know." said the original Olympian. "I can see your thoughts. Even if you don't say it, I know what you want to do. I'm warning you..."
"Thanks for the warning. Thanks for the invitation." Yi Cha nodded.
He went out into the street and back again. One Metz did not move position in the process.
"It's happy to die alone," Icha said. "You may be the only undead left. Within a certain range. As for this range - well. You may know the more precise facts than I do..."
"I understand. You don't need to remind me." Yimeizi said coldly.
"Not bad." Yi Cha nodded. "See you tomorrow."
"The Fourth Unrest." Metz said shortly.
"I have a suggestion." Yi Cha smiled. "We don't remind each other. I don't remind you of things. You don't remind of mine. How about that?"
(End of chapter)
