Chapter 112 Introduction
Bartley Abbott, even though he is deviant, can be called a "sage" by Ismail, which shows that some of his research results are recognized by people in the circle.
"With all due respect, miss, you don't look like a historian." Bartlett looked surprised.
"Do you know Ismail? He recommended me here. Some people may think that your research is deviant, but I have been active on the Tuhuodi front line all year round, and I have a different view on this than the world. ”
Wei Miao said these words carefully. Ismail can be talked about in a friendly tone, but is excluded from the mainstream field. This lovely old man has a unique perspective.
"Oh, are you a night watchman?" Bartley's eyes lit up and his tone became much more enthusiastic, "Look at my hospitality, please come in."
Wei Miao followed him into the mansion. Zi, the daily necessities that you can see are low-key luxury, with exquisite patterns and overall cool colors.
Entering the living room, Bartlet asked her to sit down and said straight to the point: "Since the son of Yong Ye recommended you to come here, what do you want to know?"
Wei Miao? He said seriously: "How to save the world!"
"This..." Bartlet raised his eyes in surprise, leaned forward, and grasped the armrest tightly, "This question is too grand, forgive me. Give accurate answers - how do you see the world? ”
His eyes were focused and engaged, and his tone was full of eagerness and expectation.
Like a lone traveler who accidentally looks up and finds a fellow traveler!
Wei Miao explained the reasons for "ashes and destruction", in exchange for Bartley's excited emotion: "Unexpectedly, there are people who have almost the same views as me!"
He started. Walking upstairs, his agile figure did not look like an old man at all: "Please wait a moment."
After a while, when he came down, he held a black book in his hand.
"These are my research notes." He sat next to Wei Miao and carefully opened the book as if it were his most cherished treasure.
It can be seen that this book is quite old in his hands. The edges of the pages are yellowed, the binding is loose, and the handwriting on the front and back has also changed to some extent.
On the page he turned to Wei Miao, he copied some records from books.
"When the eternal night retreated to the Guge region, the world began to rise into ashes." - "A Brief Examination of Ancient History"
He pointed to this sentence and said: "In some Ancient books record that the world in ancient times was not filled with ashes. This sentence means that the realm of the sacred tree expanded and forced Yongye to retreat to the extreme south. "
In addition, there are several cropped world maps. On the top, the red area represents Tuhuo Land, and the approximate age is marked below.
It can be intuitively seen from the map that the proportion of Tuhuo land has increased from about 25% to 50% now, and the living area has been shrinking year by year.
“This is a natural disaster! Our world is being burned! Every year, the expansion of Tuhuo Land will accelerate. After calculation, in less than a hundred years left, there will be no place for humans in this world. . ”
Bartley’s eyes flashed with astonishing light, making him look quite bewildered: “I have been urging that suppressing the Divine Flame through the Essence of Eternal Night every year is a drop in the bucket and only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.”< br>
“If you ask me how to save the world, my way is to cut down the sacred tree!”
Wei Miao's eyes twitched.
If these words are heard by the Holy Fire Church, they will at least be burned at the stake.
"Maybe it's a way." With the main mission in hand, Wei Miao seriously thought about the feasibility of this method, "But let's not say whether it can be done. The sacred tree fell down and the source of the fire went out. There is still eternal night in the extreme south. Without the suppression of the sacred tree, can the world continue when eternal night falls? "
"There are rumors on the front line that fire has appeared in the center of Tuhuo Land." Wei Miao. Skip the above topic and choose to inform Bartlet about this matter. "Fire." Bartley frowned and calmed down a little. "Years ago, the church and many scholars were helpless with the pale fire. It can echo the sacred tree, so we speculate that the fire may come from the sacred tree."
"Now your statement is connected with a hypothesis, which supports this point. Some scholars have suggested that the sacred tree erupted once in ancient times, and that eruption not only erupted with flames, but also carried fire."
< br>"The divine flame of the fire spread, forming a fire-smeared land."
Wei Miao nodded, Bartley's words were consistent with her guess.
As a senior player, it is instinct to guess the truth from the Riddler's text. Although she is not a party to research, the main thing is that careful research on details and texts is the obsession of a few people in today's era of Internet information explosion. Most people only need to look at the final results.
The sacred tree erupted fire, and the fire formed the land of fire, and the land of fire gave birth to the Balrog. The core of the Balrog was fire...
"Fire" occupies a central position among the three.
“If we can seize the fire from Tu Huo Di, can we fundamentally eliminate Tu Huo Di?”
Wei Miao sat upright and suddenly said.
"This idea...has research value!" Bartlett looked at her in surprise and admiration, "Although there are still a few problems that cannot be solved, it can be easily accepted by other scholars."
"Why don't you stay and be my assistant? You can tell me the salary. I still have some savings."
Bartlet smiled and extended the invitation.
"I'm sorry, the frontline needs me more. If there is anything discovered in the future, I may come to bother the professor again. This superficial exchange is enough to prove your rich knowledge."
Wei Miao stood up and prepared to say goodbye.
Bartley's research on the sacred tree has lasted for decades, and his understanding is far deeper than hers. Maybe she will need to consult him in the future.
"Alas, it's a pity that the last person I invited was His Royal Highness Prince Miguel. Like you, he has the same courage to think and will not be limited by the world. He also rejected me."< br>
Bartlet's face was filled with regret.
“His Royal Highness Migle?” Wei Miao smoothed the wrinkles of her black robe and left immediately after hearing this.
"He is brilliant in the field of historical research! The world only sees his royal status and ignores his achievements in other fields!" Bartlet was full of praise, "He often comes to visit me, and the two of us work together Explore various possibilities about the history of the sacred tree."
"Oh, I wonder what His Highness Miguel would think about saving the world," Wei Miao said with a smile, "Can you introduce me to him? Looking forward to his unique insights."
The wrinkles on Bartley's face became deeper because of his smile: "Of course! The brilliance of our thoughts will definitely penetrate the fog of history! Come on the fifth day of each round - the day after tomorrow, around the fifth hour."
Wei Miao responded: "I will definitely visit on time."
The atmosphere will be more stable if he meets Migle in this way. If he can help Wei Miao on the main line, she doesn't mind hearing it. Listen to other appeals.
Players’ sense of belonging to the camp is far less than the sense of belonging to the rewards.
Happy holidays, ladies and gentlemen!
(End of this chapter)