Policies involving ancient wizards are no longer something that an ordinary great wizard can comment on.
As a great wizard, Professor Monteria originally knew that the life-and-death battle between wizards and demons was limited to low-level wizards and demons. Demons initially appeared as opponents, more like high-level beings tailor-made for low-level wizards.
whetstone.
Wizards hunt monsters. It is gratifying to win, but there is no future for them if they lose - as long as they have enough courage and go far enough on the road of magic, they will eventually see similar scenery to their companions who parted ways before.
Of course, this view can only be understood, not expressed.
Just like the McKinsey witch hunt in the 1950s, the rednecks in the southern United States wanted to kill every Russian. The confrontational atmosphere from top to bottom not only consolidated the internal unity of the two empires, but also stimulated the great development of science and technology in the two empires.
None of this affects the heads of the two empires sitting at a round table, drinking coffee, smoking cigars, playing poker, gnawing corn, and dividing resources in every corner of the world.
But no matter how they confront each other, the contradiction between the two sides must be controlled within a certain range - especially when the originally weak party suddenly gains some kind of advantage, the other party needs to make some compromises to bring the confrontation back to balance.
——To describe it in more professional terms, this is 'management of differences'.
For example, fishmen.
If a legend is suddenly born in the Linzhong Lake murloc tribe one day, the school will certainly not be stingy in giving more benefits to the murlocs, such as allowing young murlocs to attend First University, and the school working committee to recruit more murloc school workers.
, or the school may allocate more resources to the tribes in the lake to ensure that the fish people live a happy and comfortable life.
Return to Siren King and ascend to the Ancient One.
When the new star representing Xiang Liu rises in the night sky, the wizard's attitude towards monsters must make new adjustments. Hunting can continue, and death can still be tolerated, but worse things must stop.
During the westward expansion movement at the end of the 19th century and earlier, white people could scalp Indians to receive rewards, or put them in cages and show them around; if the Indians at that time had a strong army, then white people would be more
We are willing to follow the Geneva Convention and treat prisoners of war with more dignity.
Realizing this, Professor Monteria's face suddenly turned gray. To wizards, his laboratory is reasonable, compliant, clean, and rigorous, but to demons, his laboratory is even worse than the Black Prison.
Terrifying. The demons fell into the black prison and could barely survive, but when they entered his laboratory, they were in a dilemma of life and death.
A newly promoted ancient, before knowing his specific attitude, even if he is as powerful as the First University, must be more cautious. Closing a laboratory like Monteria is part of these 'cautions'.
The atmosphere in the office was silent for a long time.
The blue-white flames of the Gubulai Immortal Fire swayed silently between the walls, the curtains were slightly closed, and the sunlight outside the window sparsely fell into the office, casting patches of mottled light and shadow on the dark red carpet.
After a long silence, old man Ruoyu shook his arm on the desk, put the pipe in his hand on the table, and asked in a low voice: "So, when will the laboratory..."
Professor Monteria was awakened by the sound, raised his head, and glanced at the old man Ruoyu.
"I'll... I'll do it as soon as possible." He murmured, his expression a little painful and struggling.
This attitude obviously relieved the owner of the office. He picked up the pipe again, took a puff, and blew out a string of round smoke rings:
"If possible, the school needs to confirm the time."
"One week...two weeks at most." The professor replied in a low voice: "We need to sort out the relevant data, which will take some time. Magical research is not the hands of a clock. It cannot move as accurately as the gears mesh."
"But magic also requires precision."
Old Man Ruoyu knocked the ashes from the cigarette pot, looked at another report on the table, and smiled: "Speaking of which, you know the Rat Immortal who used to live underground, right? His real name is Zhu, and he used to be
A researcher from Daiichi University, but something went wrong in his experiment and he had to hide in the shadows with the skin of a mouse."
Professor Monteria took a breath and calmed down again.
Now that he has made up his mind, he cannot look forward or backward. But Mr. Ruoyu suddenly mentioned the Mouse Immortal, which made him a little confused. He didn't know if he was using the experience of the Mouse Immortal to warn him, or if he had some other purpose.
He thought quickly and cautiously said: "I have also heard about Senior Zhu. I heard that this time in the black prison, he found an opportunity to enter the legend. I am really gratified."
The owner of the office raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"No, no, I don't mean anything else, just relax."
He waved for a large armchair, placed it behind the professor, and gestured: "Please sit down... I just want the atmosphere of our conversation to be more free, and there is no other meaning."
Professor Monteria sat down suspiciously.
This time, Old Man Ruoyu discovered something else wrong - the position of his desk was too high, and when looking at Professor Monteria sitting under the steps, it was easy to give people the feeling of interrogating a criminal - so he
He decisively summoned another chair and placed it next to the professor. Then he walked down from behind the desk with a wolf-headed cane and sat next to the professor.
He rubbed the silver-white wolf head on the top of the crutch and said softly: "I am already very old. If nothing happens, I probably won't have the chance to become an ancient wizard in this life... The future ultimately belongs to you young people."
"I mention the Mouse Immortal just to tell you not to be too depressed because of temporary setbacks. Just like that big mouse who has been hiding underground for decades, he still has a chance to see the sun."
Professor Monteria was keenly aware of the unfinished meaning in the old man's words.
"What do you mean, Rat Immortal can still return to school?" He looked a little surprised: "I heard that he joined an organization called the Dark Council and caused a lot of trouble to the school in the black prison."
Old Man Ruoyu looked at the gray-haired professor in front of him with a satisfied smile on his face: "This is also a compromise. In the Black Prison, I reached an agreement with the Six Fingers of the Dark Parliament. He lost, so the Rat Immortal and the Dark Parliament
That forbidden curse needs to become a part of the First University again and join the relevant departments...and the school will support the Dark Parliament, gain greater independence outside the alliance, and may even acquiesce to the Dark Parliament's right to develop the new world."
"Even his daughter has a chance to get a position at First University."
"In this world, disagreement is a norm, and compromise is an art. First University needs more wizards who understand art, rather than wizards who are content with the norm."
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