Chapter 131 The Man Like Stone
After reading the information that Jose O'Kenley asked me to read, and completing the "after-class exercises" and "after-class thinking questions" he "assigned", Gothe put his answer sheet under his notes and silently left the rune workshop.
"Read the information on the table first, and then leave after reading it" - this is the instruction of Jose O'Kenley.
Gaode strictly follows instructions.
So, after he left, the huge rune workshop fell into a long silence.
Until a long time later, a small sound broke the silence of the work room.
That was the sound of the door of the small room inside the workshop being gently pushed open.
Then an old man walked out with a cane.
The old man was wearing a very simple gray robe with a sense of age. There was no pattern on it, and it was so simple that it was a bit shabby.
His hair is gray, but it is combed meticulously.
There are wrinkles in front of the forehead, and the eye sockets are slightly sunken, but the blue eyes are not turbid, and are as deep as lake water.
The old man looked slightly tired.
He is getting older and his energy is not as good as before, but he does the most energy-consuming things.
He is Jose Oakenley, the mentor assigned to Gothe.
He hasn’t accepted students for a long time.
No one wants to be his student.
Although he is a third-ring mage.
Although his status in Siris Academy is: senior tutor, director of the rune department, and chief rune tutor.
Although his area of expertise is rune construction known as the "Crown of Runes".
Although he is the only rune master in the entire Principality of Xien who can create third-level rune structures.
However, the "rune logic and calculation" he devoted himself to research was regarded as nonsense by other tutors in the rune department, and even by a handful of high-level rune masters in the entire Principality of Xien, and was a dead end leading to the cliff.
In fact, it’s more than that.
A long time ago, in the place where rune technology was the most developed on this continent, Jose O'Kenley's research had been regarded as a fantasy and had been denied more than once.
And all students know that following such a mentor will only "waste their years" like him, and then "have no way out", or even fail to graduate.
And He Xi will not provide any resources to the students.
No one in the Principality of Sien understood why Jose O'Kenley, who was supposed to have a bright future and could create third-level rune structures at a young age, was immersed in such a wrong path and could not extricate himself.
Not to improve his mage level, not to improve his level of runes, not to try to create a fourth-level rune construction that is enough to change the ecology of the Principality of Xien, and once successful, will allow him to reach the sky in one step
< br>But put all your time and energy on something that even a "layman" knows will not work.
Fifty years ago, Jose O'Kenley could easily create a third-level rune structure.
Fifty years later, he has not made any progress.
Other tutors in the rune department have advised him, Dean Shel Ian has advised him, and even King Jaros XIII of the Principality of Xien has personally advised him.
Everyone hopes that he can give up this wrong path and get back on track.
But Jose O'Kenley is like the watery gold ore in the mine under the coolie cliff, shining with golden light, but smelly and hard, silent, and no one can change or shake him.
And his research results, just like his person, are smelly and hard.
Translated into easy-to-understand words, "No matter how much time is spent, there will be no substantial progress."
"Someone should be dissatisfied." The already very old Jose O'Kenley murmured.
He knew that this time the college forced him to have a student in the name of the former dean's recommendation letter, just to remind him.
For fifty years since he came to Siris Magic Academy, Jose O'Kenley has devoted all his energy to the seemingly dead-end topic of "Rune Logic and Calculation" Up to now, no results have been obtained.
As a once famous figure in the rune literature circle of the Principality of Xi'en, he gradually disappeared from people's sight.
Just like the sweeping monk hiding in the Shaolin Temple, he just sweeps the floor silently, hiding his martial arts deep inside.
The academy has long been dissatisfied with his behavior. The continuous reduction of the funding of their rune department in recent years is a sign.
For this reason, other tutors in the rune department also criticized it.
Everyone hopes that he will do the right thing - make rune constructs.
As long as Jose O'Kenley is willing to put his energy back into "rune construction", it won't take much time. As long as he makes this decision, the rune system can return to its former glory. But he still went his own way.
"I don't have many years left. How can I care about things now that I didn't care about when I was young?" Jose O'Kenley said softly.
He didn't understand why the college didn't understand this truth, but he understood that he had reached the last years of his life.
After spending so much time and energy, his research still has not made breakthrough progress.
But He Xi was not disappointed.
Decades of time are really inconspicuous to the history of the development of runic literature.
What's more, what he wants to do is to completely overturn the entire runic system that has been developed for thousands of years.
In decades, the power of one person, facing this "great achievement", is as unrealistic as a grain of sand trying to fill the sea.
History has long proven that in order to achieve subversive or leap-forward development in a certain system, it either requires the wholehearted and painstaking research of several or even more than a dozen generations, or it requires the emergence of someone like "Li An epoch-making figure like Omen who created eight-ring spells.
He Xi, on the other hand, does not think or expect that he is that kind of person.
He just followed his own heart to study what he thought was right, and then left something behind, so that after his death, he would also leave some information and direction for future generations.
However, after so many years, no one has ever appeared who followed him, or even someone who agreed with him.
Seeing that God was running out of time for him, his mood also changed slightly.
If there is no fellow traveler, or one who agrees, then after his death, no one will remember his research.
At that time, everything he had spent his whole life to come up with was probably, in the eyes of others, just a few ridiculous words on the manuscript paper.
It will be randomly thrown into a garbage dump in the college, where it will rot with the rancid food residue and be covered with worms.
The old man sighed slightly. He had anticipated this possibility, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it from happening.
The old man was thinking as he walked to the workbench in the center of the rune workshop.
Although this student named Gao De was forced by the college to remind him, he has always been a very responsible person.
No matter where this student came from, since he is his mentor, He Xi will teach him some things about runes.
Of course, the premise is that people are willing to learn and can learn it.
In fact, he hasn't had a student for a long time, and he has forgotten how to teach a student.
So he spared two hours last night to read through introductory books on runes that were almost blurred in his memory.
Then he compiled some information for "Gaode" to help him initially understand the profound subject of "Rune Literature" in the shortest possible time.
But He Xi glanced at the workbench and didn't find the information he prepared last night.
He thought about it carefully, and then tapped his crutch with some annoyance.
"I'm so confused. I was busy coming here for the test this morning and forgot to bring the information. I subconsciously thought I had brought it with me."
Then He Xi thought of another question.
Since the information was not brought over, what was the freshman named Gaode doing just now?
You didn’t see the information, and you didn’t come to ask yourself, so you just left?
He Xi frowned slightly. He could understand Gaode's "retreat" after reading the information, but he could not accept his "leaving without saying goodbye".
"Alas!" He sighed again, feeling that it was pointless to care about this at this time.
But the experience of enduring countless hardships in order to learn "Rune Literature" when he was young made He Xi instinctively reject this kind of behavior that does not cherish the opportunity to "learn".
Thinking like this, he began to sort out the calculation manuscript papers that were scattered randomly yesterday.
After sorting and categorizing, He Xi closed his handwritten notes again, preparing to take them back and copy a few more copies.
By copying a few more copies, maybe you can ensure that one or two of them will not be thrown into the trash?
The old man thought his idea was a bit ridiculous, but he was really ready to implement it.
However, after picking up the notes, the old man discovered that there was a piece of manuscript paper underneath his notes.
"Did you forget to organize and classify the calculations you did some day?" He thought, while his eyes subconsciously fell on the manuscript paper, on the handwriting that obviously did not belong to him.
As a result, this calm old man's pupils expanded for a long time, and his eyes as calm as lake water suddenly became rippled.
(End of this chapter)