Chapter 1107: Chapter 860 This is not difficult
"Mage Zemir, is there something else?" Isrile asked.
"You, have you solved this formula?" Zemir tried to control his tone as much as possible, clutching the piece of paper in his hand, as if he feared a gust of wind might blow it away if he didn’t grip it firmly enough, yet also fearing that he might crush it if his grip were too strong.
"Yeah, it wasn’t difficult," Ruosha piped up from behind Isrile. Isrile had been the one to speak up until now, so Ruosha took this as an opportunity to recite her lines.
"Not difficult?" The skeleton, who had stopped paying attention to this side, cried out loudly and jumped forward, snatching the paper from Zemir’s hands. He glanced at it only briefly before bursting into loud laughter, "Hahaha! Reverse deduction? I can’t believe you came up with that! This formula can’t possibly be deduced in reverse! Otherwise, you would get stuck at..."
However, the skeleton stopped abruptly mid-sentence because he saw a formula he completely didn’t understand.
"What is this formula! Where did you get this formula! Why is it here?" The skeleton screamed at Isrile, attracting the attention of those around them. The surrounding researchers were not usually responsive to most external stimuli, but the mention of an unfamiliar formula immediately made them all want to see it for themselves.
"What this formula is, and why it is here, has absolutely nothing to do with you. As long as Mage Zemir understands it, right, Mage Zemir?"
Ruosha said, smiling sweetly at Zemir.
Zemir’s eyes twitched, and then he nodded reluctantly, "Yes, of course I can understand it!"
"See, I told you, you couldn’t do it!" Isrile pointed at the skeleton, who now had bloodshot eyes, was breathing heavily, and suddenly let out a roar before collapsing to the ground, lifeless in an instant.
"Ah!" Ruosha immediately jumped behind Isrile, who instantly protected her.
Zemir frowned and signaled to someone nearby; people immediately came and carried away the researcher who had passed away.
"How could this happen? How did he suddenly die?" Ruosha asked anxiously.
"He hadn’t eaten for too long, starved to death," Zemir glanced at the body being carried away, then turned back with a gentle gaze and told Ruosha.
Yes, dead researchers had no value, while the living ones were precious geniuses!
"The experimental equipment you need will be delivered to you shortly. Please rest assured and continue with your research here. Of course, if you need anything, you can find me anytime; I’m usually over there." Zemir pointed to a floating building high in the distance.
"Alright, we got it!" Isrile nodded, while Ruosha continued to diligently play the role of the frail sister, her eyes fixed on the body of the researcher that was carried away, looking absent-minded.
"Hey, that’s enough, you’ve stared for too long and you’re running out of acting." Isrile said in the contract.
"What do you know! This is the true mental state of a frail girl, which you, a bug pretending to have a big chest, will hardly understand!" Ruosha retorted.
Zemir arrived beneath the building, was immediately transported up after his identity was confirmed. Upon entering the top-floor room, eight people were already there.
"What just happened? It seemed to be chaotic," a mage asked.
"Everyone, come take a look at this." Zemir pinned the paper to the wall, beckoning the other eight to join him.
"What’s this? The formula we discussed before? Those two little girls solved it in three steps, huh? Heh, I said their talent was limited, but you wouldn’t believe me, let me tell you..."
"Idiot! Shut up! Come here and see for yourself!" The man was cut off mid-sentence, scolded by Zemir. Everyone present knew that Zemir was usually good-tempered, and him cursing meant something significant happened.
So, the previously speaking man went directly to the paper and after only one glance, was unable to look away.
"Reverse deduction?" one of them said.
"No! It’s not just reverse deduction! You’ve all been deceived! This is bidirectional deduction!" another pointed out, indicating a certain part of the formula.
"You’re wrong, look here, it’s actually tri-directional deduction!" someone else pointed out a spot.
"No no no, you’ve all got it wrong, this is clearly uncleared deduction!" an old mage declared.
All of them examined it carefully and then had a moment of realization.
"But, can this unclear deduction be used here?" someone asked doubtfully.
"Obviously, it can, what else are you looking at?" the old mage said.
"It seems that the key to a successful uncleared deduction is this strange formula," one of the mages pointed to the incomprehensible formula.
"What is this formula?" the old mage asked Zemir.
"I..." Zemir instantly turned red with shame.
"What’s the matter?" the old mage asked.
"When those two girls thought I could understand it, I just admitted it..."
The old Mage sighed, "Zemir, everything we do is for the great return of the Star Devourers, for this great cause, what significance does our own vanity have?"
Zemir was utterly embarrassed at that moment. He had confidently claimed his knowledge was enough to mentor the two girls, but given their level of pride, if he couldn’t surpass them academically, he would definitely be looked down upon in the future. It was precisely because of this that he had foolishly admitted to understanding the formula.
"Tonight, go to the great Star Devourers and apologize," said the old Mage.
As soon as Zemir heard he had to apologize, he shuddered all over, but then immediately agreed, his spirits deflated. It was clear he was at fault, and if not for that bit of vanity, he never would have made such a mistake.
"So, this formula..." Zemir was still concerned about the formula.
"Let us study it first, and if we truly cannot understand it, then we must resort to other means," said the old Mage.
"If possible, I suggest we avoid using hypnosis. These two children are among the most talented individuals I’ve ever seen. Once we resort to hypnosis, their talents will surely be greatly diminished," Zemir said.
"We will consider this," replied the old Mage, but his eyes remained fixed on the paper that held the answer. After a while, he muttered, "This really is a perfect answer."
Isrile and Ruosha were well aware that, although Zemir showed nothing, they had definitely found their footing here. In truth, if they wanted, they could solve any research topic being studied here in minutes. Having two cores of the Star Devourers, Ruosha was all too familiar with such Magic.
Having just lost a researcher, the other researchers around acted as if nothing had happened, each busy with their own work.
"Everyone here must have been brainwashed into control, knowing nothing but their research," Isrile communicated to Ruosha in their contract.
"Except for those in black attire, they are the people here," Ruosha said.
"But when can we get to see other places? This is a bunch of lunatics, it’s so boring here," Isrile said, looking around.
"Don’t know, but I bet if they find out our knowledge surpasses theirs, we’ll have our chance," Ruosha replied.
"We’ll just wait for the opportunity then."
Two days passed after that day before Zemir appeared again. This time, Zemir seemed to be in very poor spirits, as if he hadn’t rested at all for two straight days.
"We’ve managed to acquire the equipment you wanted, and it’s on its way here. Have you made any new discoveries in these two days?" Zemir asked Isrile.
"Not at all, the experimental equipment we need isn’t here, so how could we conduct any research?" Isrile answered.
"So, you’ve been idle for these two days?" Zemir asked, feigning anger.
"Of course not, we’ve been looking around. Those idiots out there can’t even figure out some of the simplest problems. They’re beyond hope!" Ruosha chimed in from behind Isrile.
"Oh? Which idiot do you specifically mean?" Zemir asked with a smile.
"That one, that one, and that one," Ruosha pointed to three people who continued with their research, too busy to care about what was being discussed. But noticing Ruosha had labeled them as idiots was definitely something they couldn’t tolerate.
"You’re calling us idiots? Fine, tell us what we’re researching. What is the direction of our research? Let’s hear it!" The three group leaders approached, some even seemingly furious. Here, no one could tolerate someone else being smarter than themselves; in their minds, they were the most intelligent.
"Alright, since you earnestly ask, I’ll generously enlighten you. Come on, wherever you’re stuck, speak up, and we’ll teach you." If provoking others was an art, Isrile had surely inherited it from Long Yi.
"Come on, girl, take a look at our research topic, just to be clear, it’s a topic and not as simple as one or two formulas."
A middle-aged man passed over a thick booklet, which Isrile accepted, opening it with Ruosha to look together.
"If you can understand up to the third step, I will acknowledge your strength," the middle-aged man continued.
"What’s there not to understand?" Ruosha laughed, "The inferential stability of the spatial structure within the superplane? You’re still researching such child’s play? Nursery-level, are you?
Scanning it once and seeing the content of the research? Zemir was delighted inside, for there was no title on the cover, and within the booklet was just a rough discussion.
"Heh, looks like you guessed correctly. Then deduce it for me," said the middle-aged man.
"I should deduce it for you? Are you joking? Such a simple topic made you babble so much to fill this thick piece of work? It’s really something. Here, let me give you a few simple formulas..." While speaking, Ruosha started writing down several formulas.
"These formulas can surely lead you to what you call the ’third step,’ and even further. But if you use my formulas to solve your problem, I would really think less of you!"
With that, Ruosha casually tossed the booklet back to him. The middle-aged man caught it and after just a glance, the disdain in his eyes vanished, replaced by shock!
For the first formula turned out to be identical to what he had derived with great difficulty, and the formulas that followed were more succinct and refined than his own research results!
If research followed these formulas, a breakthrough was sure to be achieved!
"I’ll say it again, if you use our formulas for your research, we will think less of you." Isrile repeated, completely dissuading the other party. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
