Early the next morning, Cassim sent an invitation to the castle. At noon, a servant came to reply and he was able to visit Ronald.
Kasim couldn't help but feel uneasy. To be honest, he had never thought of convincing someone with just one sentence.
"Are you doubting the gods? Qasim." He suddenly questioned himself to calm himself down.
Cassim couldn't help but remember that after the seminar last night, there were still scholars and apprentices who came to ask him whether it was really an oracle. At that time, he tried his best to believe in it, but now he is trying to doubt the gods.
"Absurd." Qasim smiled and cursed himself.
Last night, I could hear with my own ears that He already knew his future.
"My king, protect your humble believers." He held the sacred painting pendant and whispered.
At the market at noon, the autumn sun hangs high and the air is surprisingly warm. However, it is the most deserted time of the day. The tents set up in the square have opened their curtains one after another, and the merchants who have come from afar are sleeping under their goods. Here, the maikos were seizing the time to catch up on their sleep. In the sleepy town square, on the wooden shackles platform, two thieves had their hands and heads locked with wooden shackles in public, and sweat was flowing down their faces.
Qasim walked across the square, ignoring the dwarves who blocked the street to sell their telescopes, which they boasted were more than ten times farther than a bird's-eye telescope.
He walked straight to the castle and showed the guard the reply letter in his hand. Cassim was let in and led to the baron's study by a servant.
"Hello, Qasim, may God protect you." Baron Artai took the initiative.
"I also hope that the King of Kings will protect you, my noble Baron." Cassim said politely, then paused and said: "Baron, as I said in my letter, I hope to meet Ronald. Let’s discuss math together.”
"I welcome this very much. Please come with me." Baron Artest stood up and led the way.
After the wizard Lucius disappeared, Baron Artai handed over the property of the Magic Academy to Cassim according to the pagan inheritance law. Therefore, Cassim had a good impression of Baron Artai.
For Baron Artest, the wizard's departure is undoubtedly a good thing. As a result, he has fewer troubles and constraints, and his impression of Cassim is also more friendly.
Seeing Qasim's invitation, Baron Atai was delighted that someone could come and visit his son. There have been rumors in the town that people who are close to dementia will contract the same disease. Even the servants dare not talk to Ronald too much, let alone take the initiative to visit a dementia.
Baron Artest said in his heart: "Lord, praise you for saving Ronald and saving me."
He was in a happy mood and his steps could not help but briskly.
Cassim didn't know why the baron seemed more anxious than him, so he had to quicken his pace to keep up.
"Ronald." The baron knocked on the door of another study room, then pushed the door open and entered.
His son was kneeling in front of the desk, with the quill in his hand proving a mathematical problem.
Ronald did not interrupt his thoughts, turned his head slightly, nodded slightly to Kasim and said, "Hello."
Seeing this, Baron Atai smiled apologetically at Qasim and said, "He's always like this."
Kasim saw Ronald being so cold, which made him even more uneasy. He bit the bullet and said, "It's okay, Baron. I understand that kind of obsession with mathematics."
Baron Atai left the room, and Cassim slowly approached Ronald. He glanced at the used quill or reed pen on the table, and his eyes fell on the line of reasoning written one after another on the linen paper.
Kasim was surprised for a moment. As he glanced at the question, it was geometry, and then looked at the derivation. When he realized that he could no longer understand the fifth step, his uneasiness was even more indescribable.
Therefore, he quietly waited for Ronald to finish solving the problem.
For a full hour, Ronald acted as if Kasim did not exist. He was busy deducing geometry problems by himself, constantly trying various directions on the scratch paper, and occasionally stopping to knock on his forehead and recall the formulas.
Finally, after repeated failures, he found the right direction and the geometric problem in front of him was easily solved.
Ronald also showed a small smile at this time, and like a child, he held up the linen paper where he solved the problem.
"Ronald." Kasim finally found a chance to speak.
"Oh, you are here. Ka..." Ronald recalled, "Qasim, are you here to discuss mathematics with me?"
"Yes." Kasim didn't take Ronald's rudeness to heart. He took a deep breath, took out a piece of linen paper from his arms, and put it on the table.
"What is this?" Ronald asked with wide eyes.
"This is a math problem I found, a special math problem." Kasim repeated, covering up his uneasiness.
"What topic? Special, how special?" Ronald kept scanning the linen paper, but he couldn't find a number on the back, and his mind was full of doubts.
There was only a string of strange words on it.
Those were the words on the witchcraft manuscript copied by Qasim.
"I'm telling you, these words contain mathematics." Kasim took a deep breath, "The mathematics of Resurrection Town is in them."
After the words fell from his ears, Kasim glanced at Ronald anxiously, and was surprised to find that the latter's eyes were wide open and even his fingertips were trembling.
"This is a town favored by God." He murmured blankly, "Isn't the mathematics of Resurrection Town the mathematics of God? God's numbers!"
Like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb, Ronald snatched up the linen paper, his pupils dilated, as if he wanted to memorize the string of words in his mind.
Kasim was stunned for a while. He never thought that Ronald would be so enthusiastic.
As the King of Kings says.
The king of my kings...
As Qasim thought about it, his ulcerated arms felt a tingling sensation, and even his toes were getting goosebumps.
"...Before God, people should try their best to be humble." A sentence, hidden in the subconscious of my mind, just popped out.
Cassim thought that perhaps this sentence should be recorded in the scriptures.
Ronald stared at the words on the paper for a long time, but couldn't find any ideas. He couldn't help but look at Qasim.
Facing the fanatical Ronald, Qasim made his request.
"Ronald, I have to tell you, this is not only related to mathematics, but also to occultism." The anxiety just now disappeared completely, Qasim said calmly: "If you don't understand occultism, you can't solve the mathematics. .”
Ronald nodded confusedly.
"K-Mr. Kasim... I-where should I go to study mysticism? Where?!" He asked stammering and excitedly.
This plays right into Qasim's trap.
Kasim smiled mysteriously and said: "You know, Ronald, mysticism is even rarer than mathematics. A serf can also count, but he definitely doesn't understand what the three worlds are. Only those who are proficient in occultism and mathematics at the same time can unravel the mathematics above."
Under Qasim's persuasion,
Ronald stared at the string of words above for a long time.
