In the magic tower of the headquarter of the Congress in Allyn.
Rachel, who had always been energetic, had turned her magic robe into a dark color to express her mood. She was waiting anxiously. She had not heard about the papers submitted by Mr. Brook and Mr. Lauren yesterday. Would they pass the review of Arcana before it was released? What was the result of the experiment? Did Lucien's hypothesis of light quantum was refuted?
Influenced by her good friend Samantha, Rachel's cognitive world had changed a lot in the past three years. She was no longer a firm supporter of the wave theory. Instead, she was more inclined to the light quantum hypothesis, which could accurately predict all kinds of experimental phenomena of the photoelectric effect. However, the classic double-slit interference image and Brook's bright spot all reminded her that light had the obvious nature of waves!
"Is it really like what Lucien said? Should we look at the problem of waves and particles from a higher perspective?" Rachel, who was a bit confused, took back her right foot before she stepped on the elevator. She turned around and went to the exchange area. Although she would be able to read the latest issue of Arcana in half an hour if she went to Isabella's place, she was eager to know the final result.
Rachel slightly quickened her pace. When she approached the exchange area, she found that it was crowded with people. She couldn't help but sigh, "The debate between waves and particles has indeed attracted a lot of attention. When Arcana was released, how could there be so many sorcerers fighting to buy it? How many arcanists below senior-rank could fully understand every paper on Arcana? "
Although she was thinking about this, she still squeezed her way to the exchange area where there were fewer people. However, there was not a single sound coming out from the crowd. It was an indescribable depression and desperation.
"What's going on?" Rachel was very curious. She turned around and, with the help of a few fourth or fifth circle spells, squeezed her way to the exchange area that was surrounded by people.
"Ah …" The short and hurried scream stopped abruptly. The broken head, the brain and blood all over the floor, and the dead body holding an open book of Arcana were all reflected in Rachel's eyes in a horrifying way.
Many arcanists had killed people before, but they still found it hard to believe that someone had suddenly fallen in front of them in such a way. After all, although they had heard that people's heads would explode when their cognitive world was turned upside down, there were not many examples in the past hundred years. Only the middle-rank sorcerers from the Will of Elements and the Hand of Paleness had seen it once, but the scenes of pastors and bishops being turned into holy torches and fireworks were quite common.
The low-rank sorcerers and apprentices who had not accepted the compulsory mission were also shocked and scared. They kept murmuring such words as "Lucien Evans" and "Cranium Crusher", as if Lucien was a demon lord who was going to crush their heads.
"Chicken Soup for the Soul is very popular among sorcerers, but few people come to my teacher or an illusionist like me for psychological counseling and crisis intervention. After this, it seems that the situation will change a lot …" Rachel was extremely depressed, but her mind was not on the right track.
However, the most important reason for the depressing and desperate atmosphere was not the horrifying scene, but the few lines of words written in bold black on the opened Arcana:
"… Although I conducted the experiment to deny the light quantum hypothesis, the experiment result and the picture perfectly match the characteristics of light quantum. I have to admit that my 'denial attempt' actually proved the light quantum hypothesis preliminarily …"
"— Edwin Brook, grand arcanist, level four legendary class' Emperor of Control '."
Rachel slightly raised her head and looked at the silver ceiling of the hall at a forty-five-degree angle. She was as depressing and quiet as the surroundings. "Since the day I came to the magic school, I never thought that the wave theory would be like this. Shouldn't it be like this magic tower, like the theoretical system of Mr. Douglas and Mr. Brook?"
"I don't know the world anymore …"
It was rare for Rachel to be sentimental. She quietly left the crowd in a strange mood and returned to the hall of the magic tower in a daze. Then she stepped on the elevator and arrived at the Arcana Review Board. She knocked on the door of Isabella's office as if she was a child looking for the comfort of her "mother".
"Come in." Isabella's voice came from behind the door.
Hearing Isabella's answer, Rachel suddenly woke up. How did she end up here? Shouldn't she be waiting for her teacher at the Brainwave and Hormone Center next to the Atom Institution? Shouldn't her teacher leave the magic tower at nine o 'clock?
Rachel gently pushed open the half-closed door and saw that her teacher's magic robe had turned into a long black dress and there was a white flower on her chest. Rachel was shocked and asked, "Who passed away?"
"Roland, Kristel …" Isabella said a few names with a sorrowful expression. Isabella was not a senior-rank sorcerer who had just become a senior-rank sorcerer. She was more or less acquainted with those stubborn old sorcerers.
"Archmage … Archmage Lauren?" The image of the tall, thin, stubborn old man appeared in Rachel's mind, but what impressed her the most was the row of badges on his chest, which were dazzling halos.
Isabella slightly nodded, and her eyes were sparkling, "Yes, an archmage has passed away. An archmage who won the highest honor in the fields of electromagnetism, Light-darkness, and Thermodynamics has passed away. He has been eliminated by the development of arcana and magic …"
"Well …" Rachel suddenly felt that the world was so bleak and cruel.
Isabella "smiled" without much emotion and comforted her, "Don't despair. Don't be confused. It's normal. It reminds me of the days when I was a kid. Back then, people who supported the particle theory would have their heads blown up every once in a while. That's why there are so few people who support the particle theory now. You should feel lucky that we have three years of buffer and foreshadowing. That's why the three members who reviewed Mr. Brook's and Lauren's papers didn't die. Their souls were just damaged, and it will take them several months to recover. "
"Yes." Rachel had read about this part of history from the history of magic. It was the time when Mr. Brook's talent was fully displayed and he overturned the particle theory of light. Stepping on the dense broken skulls and blood, he ascended to the throne of grand arcanist and became the second top legendary in the Congress. It was even said that a good friend of President Douglas, who was a member of the Highest Council at that time, was even destroyed together with his demiplane.
However, it was one thing to read about this part of history from books, and it was another thing to experience the reappearance of this part of history in person. Such a horrifying picture was unbearable.
Seeing that Rachel's face was still pale, Isabella walked to her, stroked her hair, and comforted her like a mother, "This will also be an era of growth. During the decades when Mr. Brook brought about the changes, the Congress gained two more grand arcanists, Mr. Hellen and Mr. Vicente, as well as four other legendary sorcerers, which almost doubled the power of the Congress. After a hundred years of development, the number of archmages and senior-rank sorcerers far exceeded what it used to be. I remember when I was young, the Congress had over twenty archmages. Now, there are sixty-two … sixty-one. "
"This is our chance. Remember, we can't blindly persist, and we can't be easily swayed. Everything has to be based on facts."
… …
In the Radiance Church of Holm.
"Lauren, 'Destructive Lightning', No. 76 on the Cleansing List." Vaharall read with a smile, "Kristel, 'Bloody Thunder', No. 269 on the Cleansing List … I really want to award Professor Lucien Evans the 'Night Angel' medal for his outstanding contribution to eliminating evil sorcerers."
After staying in the Kingdom of Holm for a long time, Vaharall had learned the standard language of the Crown Prize, and he used it to mock Lucien.
Stone, the Divine Knight, burst into laughter, "An archmage, three senior-rank sorcerers, twenty-seven middle-rank sorcerers, and even more people whose cognitive worlds have been broken and solidified. If Lucien Evans is willing to become a night watcher, he will be ranked among the top five of the night watchers!"
There were only three legendary sorcerers in the Inquisition. One of them was an ancient sorcerer, so he was also ranked among the night watchers. Since he had killed a legend on the top 30 of the Cleansing List, there was no doubt that he was ranked first. Although there were many senior-rank night watchers, less than ten of them were in the ninth circle, and even fewer of them had purified a level nine arcanist or a ninth-circle sorcerer.
Philibell was also smiling. This was the most delightful news he had heard in the past ten years. For the clergy, it did not matter whether light was a wave or a particle. Some people had been swallowed by the holy light because Brook had proved that light was an electromagnetic wave and stripped it of its divine nature, which led to the tragedy. As for the light quantum hypothesis, Philibell was not worried at all.
He stroked his thick white beard and grinned, "It's a pity that Brook didn't die because of this, or His Holiness would have to give Lucien Evans the title of 'Saint'!"
"Someone suggested to call Brook 'Saint', but compared to him, Lucien Evans is still not as good as him."
Hearing this, Vaharall and Stone laughed out loud, gloating over Lucien's misfortune.
"But it's said that Brook was also seriously injured. I don't know if his cognitive world was broken or solidified. If it was, it would be a very ironic thing, as if it was a punishment arranged by God. Back then, he was so glorious, destroying the cognitive world of many sorcerers and the faith of many clerics. I never thought that one day, his cognitive world would be broken and solidified. "At this moment, Philibell was extremely devout. He had never believed in the existence of the God of Truth before.
"Only Truth lives forever." Hearing this, Vaharall and Stone both crossed themselves and prayed.
After praying, the three of them looked at each other and smiled again. Philibell said humorously,
"Should we pray for 'Saint' Lucien Evans again? Pray that he can survive the backlash and continue to work hard for God's glory?"
…
"New … Alchemy …?" Fernando read the title of the thick paper word by word. His red eyes stared at Lucien, who was standing in front of him calmly, with a suspicious look.