Wu Feiren sat in the classroom, his hands flying on the keyboard, and he quickly recorded the discussion of the other two classmates.
"Enlightenment means getting rid of the immaturity caused by oneself, such as laziness and cowardice. When Kant elaborated on enlightenment, he emphasized that everyone has reason, that is, universal reason."
Another classmate replied in a nice voice:
"The universal rationality born of enlightenment has been explored and utilized to the maximum extent, which is why our era has been created - reason is supreme, infinite, and eternal, and it can bring us unprecedented power -"
When Wu Feiren heard this, he put down his hands and frowned. He was usually gentle and polite and interrupted the other party directly. He raised his head and said: "This classmate, I think you may not have read Foucault's discussion of the relationship between power and truth, and Hyde's discussion of the relationship between power and truth."
Geer on technology——"
But he didn't say any more, because when he saw the person sitting in front of him clearly, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
I saw the opposite side of Wu Feiren.
Sitting there is the air magician Ashida Sarkon, who has long brown hair, is handsome in blue clothes, and is gentle and elegant.
The other party was looking at him gently at this moment and said in a nice voice:
"If there really is unrestricted power and omnipotent and omniscient rationality in the world, Thales, you really -"
"——Don't you want it?"
Thales suddenly woke up from the bed!
In the darkness, he clutched the jc dagger under the pillow tightly, panting with cold sweat.
Thales rolled over and jumped out of bed. His bare feet touched the expensive thermal insulation floor tiles. His nose was filled with the delicious soothing perfume, and he finally realized where he was.
The bandages and tapes on his chest and other wounds felt itchy and painful, which made him wake up a lot. Then he calmed down his breathing and stuffed his penis back under the pillow.
He fell back in shock and lay back on the big bed, which was big enough for twenty Thales.
The silk pajamas rubbed against his body, which Thales was not used to, while the multi-spring bed surface was soft and smooth, and sunk along with his contours obediently. The silk-covered Northland goose down quilt
Wrapping him tightly, a smooth silk pillow imported from the southern coast pressed against his head and shoulders from below.
At this moment, Thales felt as if he was being squeezed by something from head to toe.
It was like the air magician wrapped him in air and slowly compressed it.
Thinking of this, Thales felt annoyed. He lifted up the light, smooth and comfortable quilt, fell to the ground again, groped for a corner, curled up and lay down. The hard ground and thick walls gave him a warm feeling.
A sense of safe familiarity.
Thales slowly exhaled and laughed helplessly.
He didn't expect me to be here today. He knocked on the solid floor tiles and smiled to himself.
I really miss the little ones in house six - I hope Yara can take good care of them.
I have to tell Gilbert about this tomorrow. Even if I can't contact them directly, I can still keep an eye on them secretly.
But the piece of memory he just found in his dream made his mood that he had just let go suddenly become tense again.
Dreams are a reflection of the subconscious, and the memories of past lives are probably the most deeply hidden fragments in his subconscious. But this time, even Ashida Sarkon appeared in the dream.
"Sure enough, do I still care about what that madman said?" Thales murmured in the darkness.
A few hours ago, a brief encounter with the magician flashed through his mind. The magician's sometimes rational and sometimes casual actions, the mysterious power and the almost inhuman immortal body all made him feel cold.
And what he said.
"It seems you don't know your true nature, child."
This sentence resurfaced in his aching brain.
Thales forced himself to get rid of those unnecessary emotions of boredom and fear, and calmed down to analyze the magician's words.
According to Asheida, she is a demon just like him - no, just a person with the potential to become a magician.
Judging from Asheida's performance, people with this kind of potential are quite rare, which is a good thing for me.
But currently, it seems that magicians in this world are not popular characters.
What Asheida said is too subjective, but if part of what Asheida said is true, that is, the so-called war between magic masters and humans, then almost everyone in the magic masters will shout to be beaten and die at the sight of light.
's existence.
Moreover, Thales thought worriedly, Asheida's body - after the heart was pierced, the blue light projected from the wound, is it true that he is no longer human?
Also, Yodel Gato, according to him, he should have arrived at the abandoned house very early, so he also heard what Asheida said - Thales shook his fist - he also knew that I was there
Is something "out of control" in front of the magician?
If Yodel knew about it, would Gilbert and King Kessel know about it too? How would they view themselves?
There are still too many questions.
For example, the king's father was neurotic, cold, and extremely suspicious.
For example, I am obviously seven years old, but the bloodline lamp blessed by divine magic is from twelve years ago.
Such as your origin, surname and its meaning to the kingdom.
For example, why should the news of his return be kept so secret - Yodel and Gilbert just stole him back like thieves.
For example, what is going on in this world? Medieval ecology? High magic world? Steampunk?
Thales patted his head.
No, I can't figure anything out - my basic understanding of the world is still too little.
Comprehensive children’s enlightenment starting from basic knowledge is needed!
Thales exhaled helplessly.
But his eyes immediately became solemn.
Enlightenment, learning, these things can all be done slowly.
but.
There is one thing that must be resolved.
It's about your own life and body.
He began to think about the magician's words again:
"It seems you don't know your true nature, child."
"But it doesn't matter. Everyone loses control for the first time. We all start from ignorance."
Thales clasped his hands in the darkness, recalling the so-called "loss of control".
Aixida used magic energy to compress herself in the air and prepared to shape it into a ball.
His whole body was boiling as if on fire.
I saw the energy ball in his hand, which should be the so-called "air wall".
The energy ball turned red and suddenly appeared in front of me.
Then--
etc!
Thales seemed to have grasped the key.
Blood, and burning sensation!
Thales sat up slowly.
Quaid.
The name flashed into his mind.
He had also experienced the feeling of blood boiling, and it happened to be at the point when Quaid beat him twice and abused him. The common point between those two times, and even the encounter with Asheida, was that he was bleeding!
Thales previously thought that the burning feeling in his body was caused by the "magic" that Gilbert called, when his blood fell to the ground.
Now it seems that Aixida's so-called "loss of control" happened to be the moment when that burning feeling appeared.
Thales suddenly realized that this was not the first time he had so-called "lost control" in front of Esida.
The first real time he lost control was Quaid.
When Quaid tried to kill Colia, that bastard should have had his own jc dagger in his hand!
How did that dagger suddenly appear in his hand?
It’s just as weird as that energy ball that suddenly appeared in front of you!
Quaid
bleed.
Burning sensation.
dagger.
Asheida.
Energy ball.
Yodel and Gilbert
Bloodline lamp.
Thales closed his eyes and found that he could not sort out these chaotic elements.
Too complicated.
too messy.
But he was not discouraged. Instead, a long-lost sense of excitement emerged from the bottom of his heart.
Classify complex phenomena, set up hypotheses and theoretical frameworks, eliminate irrelevant variables, summarize causal logic, and finally verify the completeness of the theory.
There are also - the "uncertainty" that can never be verified, the "endogeneity" that can never be eliminated, the "quasi-experimental method" and "counterfactual analysis" that can never approach perfection.
Isn’t this one of those tempting puzzles in social science that can never be perfectly answered? Isn’t it also my favorite game in the past?
Moreover, what I am facing this time is not a multi-causal social phenomenon that cannot be started or verified, but a single problem in myself that can be verified repeatedly!
When Thales opened his eyes again, his pupils in the darkness were already full of desire for challenge.
He tried to calm down and clarify the phenomenon he was facing.
There are few samples, too many variables, simple mechanisms, and too complex qualitative comparative analysis (qca) is not advisable.
Just use the most basic Mill induction method.
First, select cases and events using bloodshed and loss of control as keywords.
He slowly closed his eyes, familiar feelings flooded back into Thales' brain, and various complex elements and factors were quickly arranged in his consciousness.
According to the research purpose and time sequence, for each sample, different "conditions" (rather than "causes") and whether the "result" occurs or not are determined.
Events flashed in front of his eyes one after another. Event samples with too many missing values were removed, the conditions and results of each event were combined, and then differentiated in terms of level and type.
A clear and organized table emerged in his mind, with four observable and comparable event samples arranged in it:
Sample one:
Condition 1.1: Quaid beats himself for the first time. Condition 1.2: Bleeding. Result 1: No abnormality.
Sample two:
Condition 2.1: Quaid beats himself for the second time and prepares to kill Kolya. Condition 2.2: Bleeding. Result 2: Losing control, the dagger falls into his hand out of thin air.
Sample three:
Condition 3.1: Asheida is ready to kill herself. Condition 3.2: Bleeding. Result 3: Out of control, his energy ball appears in front of me.
Sample four:
Condition 4.1: Verify bloodline in front of Yodel, Gilbert, and the lamp. Condition 4.2: Bleeding. Result 4: No abnormality.
After listing, start comparing.
Seek common ground and seek differences, and summarize.
The tables were slowly simplified, normalized, and merged into a paragraph of text.
Thales opened his eyes gently.
Conclusion: When encountering a killing incident while bleeding, there is a chance that it will be accompanied by the so-called "loss of control" - surrounding objects or energy will be displaced to varying degrees.
No, this conclusion is too preliminary.
First, the sample size is still too small, and second, some interfering variables cannot be eliminated.
Then, the "killing incident" seemed too far away, and it might be a false mechanism. Did the killing incident trigger something, and that incident was the real cause of the loss of control?
Also, find a way to take that lamp into consideration.
In the end, it can only prove the correlation of a few things, but it is still insufficient in terms of causal inference.
In any case - Thales rolled over and lay down - he had at least a preliminary conclusion about "loss of control".
Then the next research direction——
Thales exhaled and suddenly felt a burst of fatigue in his brain.
Sure enough, he rubbed his temples fiercely, thinking, are these things still too much for a seven-year-old brain?
But then he was surprised and realized something was wrong.
You should at least take a pen and write down these logical inductions and deductions on scratch paper.
But how does it actually execute in your own brain - almost in a split second?
Half a moment.
Thales slapped the floor, feeling the pain in his brain.
Sure enough, from magic energy and loss of control, to the so-called bloodline, to this monster-like thinking efficiency - this body, this brain...
There is an exception.
Thales thought so and slowly fell into sleep.
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When Thales was politely woken up by Gilbert, he found that he was back on the bed, neatly covered in the quilt.
"Tales, my dear little gentleman, good day."
Gilbert respectfully opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the afternoon sunlight shone in from the huge windows, illuminating this luxurious and comfortable room.
Gorgeous thermal insulation floor tiles with star patterns, a lounge sofa made of monitor lizard leather, a wide copper four-poster bed, a large crystal chandelier on the roof, and a covered fireplace all appeared before Thales' eyes.
All of this constantly reminded him that his life was no longer the same.
It is unbelievable that a few hours ago, he was still a gangster beggar whose life was hanging by a thread.
And now, he is actually the blood descendant of the supreme ruler of the entire Star Kingdom.
"It is now two o'clock in the afternoon. I sincerely suggest that you get up and have a meal at this time, which can effectively promote the recovery and maintenance of your body." The middle-aged noble said in a tepid tone, but Thales could feel it.
His urging.
"Also," Gilbert said with a friendly wink and a smile, "due to His Majesty's wish, our first class will start in the afternoon."
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I'd be happy to answer them."
Thales rubbed his eyes, yawned and took off his uncomfortable silk pajamas. He fumbled and put on the aristocratic uniform that Gilbert had prepared.
"Very good," he said lazily, squinting his eyes, "I like class the most."
Also, Thales closed his eyes and thought silently: I slept well, who pushed me back into the bed from the ground?
"Mr. Thales, you must like these pants very much."
"ah?"
"Because you're putting it on your head."
"What? With such a good look, it's actually pants?"
"Mr. Thales, you seem to have a special liking for that button coat."
"Oh, it's a coat worn outside."
"Mr. Taylor, I think you will need the belt on the left hand side."
"Well, thank you, I asked you why it keeps falling."