Deep Sea Embers Chapter 91: Incredible History

The so-called "public schools" of the Perland city-state are completely different from those real universities in the upper city-these schools funded by the city hall are not institutions for cultivating real scholars, their greater role is to serve the next generation. The factories in the urban areas and the training of skilled workers for the church's steam engine, and in the process educating the masses in basic literacy.

Under this premise, the resource level of the public school in Cross Street is naturally conceivable.

Duncan was in contact with Morris for the first time, but even from the first impression, he could see that the old gentleman's academic attainments were extraordinary. A true expert in accurately identifying an antiquity, and pinpointing its year and historical background, an expert like him would be more than enough for an uptown university.

As a matter of fact, his entire knowledge was wasted in the public schools in the Cross Street. Nina said that few students in her class care about the content of the old gentleman's teaching. Everyone can keep it. If you don't sleep in a class, you are respecting your teacher.

Not to mention the fact that Mr. Morris could pay a fortune to buy a century-old dagger—not a common citizen who carries a checkbook with him.

Duncan thought about it for a while, and asked "how are you always so rich" is too abrupt, but it is natural to use the art of language to put it another way:

"Actually, I'm a little curious, how could a scholar like you stay in the public school in the Cross Street as a teacher?"

"...You're not the first to ask this," Morris seemed to have long been accustomed to other people's questions in this regard, he just smiled lightly, and carefully put away his things while saying, "Actually it's nothing, it's just age When I am old, I am tired of the overly tense academic atmosphere in the universities in the upper city. Instead of competing with young people for the scarce resources, it is better to find a clean place to complete my research... and I can still use my knowledge in my later years. Wouldn't it be nice to pass it on to more young people?"

The old man didn't seem to be telling the whole truth, but Duncan saw that the other party didn't want to talk too much, so he didn't ask any further questions, just casually mentioned: "But I heard from Nina that her classmates don't value your teaching very much. Is it a little too far to trace the glory of the ancient kingdom of Crete in this difficult lower city?"

"Even in the deepest and darkest cul-de-sac, as long as the spiritual mind is still thinking, 'history' will always have value," Morris shook his head. History has brought us to this day.

"The lifespan of mortals is very short. It is the inheritance and reverence of history that allows the lifespan of civilization to far exceed the limit of the individual. This is also the key to distinguishing us from those strange and blind things in the deep sea - they It is long, but if you don't know how to record civilization, you will never be able to destroy us.

"Of course, Mr. Duncan, you're right, very few people in this lower town would be willing to listen to my tirade... But even if I only taught one student, I feel that my years have not been in vain. ."

Maurice said this casually, and then seemed to react suddenly, showing a mild and apologetic smile: "Sorry, professional habit, I'm a little preachy."

"It's okay, I think it's a very valuable 'preaching'," Duncan waved his hand immediately, "I'd actually be happy to talk to you -- you see, you're an expert in history, I'm an antique Merchants, in a sense, we are peers."

From the aspect of "teacher", it is also a peer - Duncan silently added in his heart.

"Seriously, if only from the first impression of walking into this antique store...I really don't believe the word 'peer' you say," Morris spreads his hands, "but now I'm somewhat of a Believe it - you still have a real one."

Duncan's face was very calm, and he said in his heart that it was more than one genuine item - the moment the old man filled out the check, he had already drawn all the warehouses of the Lost Homeland in his mind. If he was not worried about the impact on the market, At this time, he even planned the decoration style of the eighth branch...

After calming down, Duncan continued to maintain a calm attitude with a smile on his face: "I heard from Nina that you are actually better at ancient history, especially the history before and after the ancient kingdom of Crete?"

"Strictly speaking, there is only 'after', no 'before'," Morris immediately corrected, "The ancient kingdom of Crete was the beginning of civilization in the deep sea age, and before the ancient kingdom was the Great Annihilation Event, that is civilization No one can tell exactly what the world looked like before that point in time—there are only contradictory expressions in the wild tales circulating in various city-states.”

Duncan mused: "The melting point of civilization...is it like a 'horizontal limit' spanning the river of history..."

Morris is apparently hearing the word for the first time: "Horizontal limit?"

"A concept, if you put it on the 'big annihilation' event, you can think of it as an invisible wall of time, all the information on the opposite side of the wall cannot be transmitted to the other side of the wall, whether it is optical Observation, or the causal connection of things, is cut off at that boundary. You can never stand on one side of the boundary and understand what's going on on the other side. It's as if the timeline of everything starts from that boundary and then suddenly Appears normal."

"It's quite an interesting statement!" Mr. Morris opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes even lighted slightly, "The limit of horizon in history... a wall of time... Indeed, very Appropriate! Mr. Duncan, forgive my wrong impression and... contempt for you at the beginning, you are more professional than I thought, do you also study ancient history from time to time?"

"No, I don't know much about ancient history, but I'm more flexible, and sometimes I can think of some wonderful metaphors," Duncan said modestly at once, knowing that he should be a little ignorant now, "but I I am really curious about what happened during the Great Annihilation... You just mentioned that the orthodox academia has not recognized the history before the Great Annihilation, but there are many contradictory records in the 'unofficial history' of various city-states? What are these records like? ?"

"It's just a weird story...but I did research some," Morris thought, and said slowly, "For example, there was a record in the city-state of Perand, which was a manuscript in 1069 of the new city-state calendar. , whose original is no longer available, the manuscript describes the world before the Great Annihilation as follows:

"The world is a sphere floating in the vast sea of ​​stars. There are countless celestial bodies as stars that adorn the night sky. There is a sun and three moons in the sky. Humans occupy three continents, one of which is frozen all the year round, so people A device called a 'dome' was built to cover the continent to create an 'eternal spring'. The energy of this dome was modeled after the sun in the sky, fueled by a certain ingredient in seawater, which could last forever... "

Morris said this ~IndoMTL.com~ paused, as if to give Duncan some time to think, remember, and organize, and then continued:

"And on an island near Cold Harbor, explorers found a record inscribed on the rock, which also describes the world before the Great Annihilation. Confused—

"It is described in the slate book that a hometown called 'Mother Star' has been depleted, and everyone in the world is riding on a huge ship called 'Abynix', which can cross the sea of ​​stars and make it impossible to be in nothingness. The captured dust and gas were used as fuel, and the giant ship sailed for 47,000 days and nights, and was suddenly involved in 'giant flashes and whirlpools', and then the ship disintegrated and disappeared in the whirlpool, and the descendants survived from the sea and stayed in the cave. Memories of my hometown.

"Of course, these records are not as bizarre as the legends left by the elves of Lightwind Harbor.

"Elves have a thousand-year lifespan, and their history should be more detailed and reliable than other short-lived races, but for some reason, the history of Lightwind Harbor is the most fragmented and bizarre of all the history of the city-state. Many of their dossiers It was even twisted into an unreadable 'Lost Scroll' by an unknown force, and had to be sealed due to serious pollution. In the narrative poems passed down by the elves, they described the world before the Great Annihilation:

"The world is a dream, a call of the great devil Saslowka in the half-dream and half-awake. The spirits were born in the dream and maintained Saslowka's sleep, but one day, the devil suddenly He woke up in a dream of a big flood, so the flood leaked from his dream to the real world, and the elves were also swept into reality by the flood... The devil Sasloka disappeared after waking up, and the elves never again If I can't go back to that peaceful and peaceful home, I settled down in the deep sea era after the flood."