The dungeon where felons were held 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 his clothes were stained with dirt.
It was corroded by strong acid and became tattered, and the discolored and swollen skin was faintly visible under the clothes.
Nineteen of the twenty chains that locked him have been broken, leaving only a thin piece of metal still tied around his neck. That was the trace amount of solid silver mixed in the chains, which was the result of his defeat.
Engraving. Although the thin metal wire was so slender that it could be broken with a flick of the little finger, he did not do so. He stared at the sun in the sky in confusion. 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 could not go unnoticed. 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. The nearby streets were quickly cleared.
More than a dozen huge trebuchets had their heads exposed, slowly walking through the building complex. Following the trebuchets were thousands of soldiers stationed in the capital.
The silver-haired maid Yinpolita 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, even the strongest fortress 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 woke up 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 turn your sights to 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 shining thunder and lightning fell from the whirlpool, and struck Avicenna in the head.
Cologne Cathedral, the sun shines. The breeze sways the white and yellow flowers, sending bursts of sweet fragrance into the church.
Gregory was sitting on a wooden table by the window, holding a quill and writing something on the paper.
The wooden table is new, and the wooden frame on the window is also new, 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, which was not holding the pen, waved back casually: "Waiting for me to solve this problem first, you can hire a carriage first."
The door opened, and a monk stood at the door helplessly and said: "Master 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 already
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 softly, 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 stretched 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 slightly surprised, "Master Gregory, what problem have you encountered?"
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 then walked to another room. That was Gregory's bedroom. He would soon be the witness for a local noble's daughter. Although he didn't care about the gazes of those nobles,
But the wedding is 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 became increasingly weird. Gustful winds 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
It 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 between the dark clouds. The place illuminated by the sun suddenly returned to its original peace and tranquility.
Gregory slowly stood up in the sunshine. He was wearing the white dress he was preparing for the wedding, looking 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."
