"Brand, you are thinking about the foundation of cause and effect, I am thinking about the foundation of human beings, and Teacher, he is thinking about...the foundation of civilization."
After that, Wingedall continued to look out the window with his smooth chin in his hands.
"Sure enough, you two and I are still..."
Priest Brand sighed softly. Compared with those two, he felt that his own standards still had many shortcomings.
But Wenger Doyle didn't think so.
"There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority here. No one between you, me, or the teacher is better than the other on this issue. After all, our results are the same."
"But when it comes to the solution, you two are more accurate, right? Especially Mr. Vosini, his opinion is indeed more convincing."
"This is just your own idea."
Wingedall wore a ring on his right index finger. He tapped it on the table. The gem on the ring gave off a faint light, and a black-covered book appeared on the table.
"Teacher doesn't want to be an 'authority'. He often encourages me to refute his opinions. And I also hope that Brand, you will also have pride and confidence in your abilities."
"Understood, I will strictly follow your instructions."
Brand bowed his head respectfully to Wingedall, while Wingedall opened the book and started reading as if nothing had happened.
Wingedall did not feel much benefit from Brand's respectful gesture. As the first presiding judge of the Heretic Tribunal, he was already tired of the flattery of others.
Wingedall hoped that this young man from a famous family of scholars in "Silla" could have the aloofness of a scholar.
And Brand does have this aloofness. In his daily life, he not only despises the powerful, but also likes to write poems to satirize current affairs, spend a lot of money on beggars, and laugh and scold nobles on the street.
But now it seems that Brand has not been able to maintain this aloofness in front of Wenger Doyle.
Of course, this was not Brand's intention to curry favor with him as the presiding judge, it was simply "admiration".
Brand would despise people who had some flaws in their knowledge or reputation, but Wingedall and Vosini were the idols he always sought after.
How could Brand feel so "arrogant" despite his admiration?
Faced with "authoritative" words, even Brand, a talented young man, would lower his attitude.
Wingedall was a little disappointed.
Ben also wanted to talk to Brand about the in-depth discussion he had with his teacher Vosini on the previous issue. Now it seems that Brand cannot maintain an equal attitude to talk to him, so there is no need to involve him.
In fact, Wingedall had also lied before, and Vosini told Wingedall that the result was not a hunter.
At night many years ago, the master and the apprentice began to discuss the topic of the oldest profession that continues to this day beside the dim oil lamp.
"How can the hunter who has emerged in these years be the oldest profession? Child."
Faced with Wenger Doyle's remarks, Vosini shook his head and chuckled: "There are three oldest professions in the world: prostitutes who sell their bodies for others' pleasure in exchange for money and status, thieves who steal other people's belongings to maintain their lives, and...
...Becoming a killer with weapons in order to survive.”
"No, those should be wise men who record facts, doctors who treat pain, and missionaries..."
The young Wingedall argued a lot with Vosini at that time. He did not want to admit that the root of the world was actually darkness. However, his ideas were still too immature in front of this man who had lived for endless years.
At that time, he could not understand Vosini's words. Now, after understanding a few words, Wingedall found that he was indeed naive at that time, so naive that he couldn't help but laugh.
"The Smiling Puppet, the cancer that cannot be eradicated in the world."
Wenger Doyle looked at the interpretation of the profession of killer in this popular science black book:
What people do most in this world is killing and plundering, and what they love most is getting something for nothing. People with similar interests are friends, and conflicts of interest are enemies. When hatred accumulates to a certain level, it becomes a mortal enemy.
The hatred of wanting others to die is like a drug that corrodes the mind, and even saints and sages cannot restrain their already formed murderous intention.
"People" do not object to killing. The reason why so-called ordinary and kind-hearted people resist the act of killing is just fear. They are afraid of the retribution of killing and the cause and effect of killing.
If you want to kill someone but are unable to take action because of your position, then let others do it, and you have a "killer".
Legend has it that a thousand years ago, a puppet master killed his wife and children with his own hands. After that, he sewed a child's smiling face on his burned face and swore a blood oath to kill everyone in the world who deserved to die.
And this crazy puppet master is the founder of the notorious killer organization "The Laughing Puppet".
The Laughing Puppet, this thousand-year-old devil's cave where devils who commit murder are gathered, was born.