NABC Chapter 984 The Madmen's Exchange Conference (4000 words in total, please refresh)
Chapter 984 The Madmen's Exchange Conference (4000 words in total, please refresh)
Chapter 984 The Madmen's Exchange Conference (4000 words in total, please refresh)
The room was decorated with Victorian-style patterned wallpaper, and the desk was covered with paper exam papers submitted by students, as well as obscure and difficult theoretical manuscripts.
Wearing thick glasses and with messy, graying hair, Guderian brought over a kettle and brewed himself a high-calorie cocoa drink.
Looking towards the direction where the morning sun was rising, he sat by the window of the academic affairs office, stuffing soft bread and fried eggs into his mouth.
"The principal is asking where his Darjeeling No. 2 tea went," Manstein muttered. "Doesn't the old man realize how many years he's been dead?"
Those luxury items have long been divided up as souvenirs; where are we going to find him the same batch of black tea now?
“It hasn’t been many years, but I told you back then that the California red wine on the third shelf would be better.” Guderian smiled.
"Come on, that drunken vice-principal has already sneaked into the principal's office and ruined all those fine wines. Besides, alcohol is harmful to the brain. It's better to use tea." Manstein said with displeasure.
Every morning they complain to each other, deal with the homework of mixed-race students at school, social issues related to dragons, and, when necessary, deal with powerful figures from certain countries.
Ever since the battle that determined the world's dominance ended a few years ago, they have been repeating this routine.
It's not that nothing new happens, but for academic hybrids like Guderian and Manstein, staying in Kassel is still more comfortable.
On the bright side, at least now we don't have to compile a list of student casualties every semester. Even if the school can't handle the incidents caused by those wild hybrids, we can still contact one or two next-generation dragons to deal with them.
"Here we go again," Manstein said irritably, hanging up the phone.
"They hope that the Supreme Being and the gods will step in to deal with the disturbances caused by fanatical believers, but they don't seem to realize that those important figures have no time to bother with such trivial matters."
The news came from the mixed-race population in North America, saying that there is no God of Light there at all, but rather the God of the church.
The turmoil triggered by a large religion with approximately 26 billion followers worldwide is unimaginable, especially considering the miraculous salvation bestowed on the day of divine intervention. Therefore, even now...
Kassel assisted in handling all the coordination between the dragon race, believers, and nations.
A group of warriors trained with the goal of slaying dragons became clerical workers who traveled and worked overtime every day after graduation. Only the physical resilience of hybrids allowed the world order to develop in the predetermined direction.
“Yes, how could the gods have time to deal with these things?” Guderian agreed. “He’s already too busy to handle everything himself.”
“When Mingfei got married a while ago, I saw the God of Light backstage with dark circles under his eyes approving documents. Mingfei told me that He often works shifts between two different worlds.”
"..." Manstein's eye twitched.
Although that wasn't what he meant at first, he was still speechless upon hearing such a description.
"So where did your esteemed student go?"
"Of course, it's a honeymoon! After getting married, young people should take their beloved girlfriends to enjoy holidays and life together."
Guderian tidied up the documents and put them into his briefcase: "Mingfei isn't suited to sit with us and deal with tedious things."
Schneider said, "He won the victory, he gained the world, and he should take responsibility like a ruler."
“That’s true, but I feel,” Guderian said quietly as he sat down at the table, “that Mingfei doesn’t actually like this.”
He spoke very slowly, recalling the child at the wedding who had one hand on his shoulder and poured himself three glasses of wine to toast his teachers.
“Mingfei has grown a lot, but he was pushed into that position by many things, a position that a child should not be in.”
After Lao Lu disappeared, in the public's mind, the 'Supreme' who handled all matters perfectly gradually overlapped with Lu Mingfei. Although Guderian also couldn't distinguish between the two,
"As far as I can remember, he hardly ever smiled."
Therefore, since Lu Mingfei still acknowledges him as his mentor, as a mentor, he naturally has to help his student solve some troublesome problems.
Even if his abilities are very limited and he can't help much.
"I'm going to the equipment department to check. Hopefully, they haven't come up with anything that could destroy the world today." Guderian put on his slightly sloppy suit, grabbed his briefcase, and stood up.
Manstein gave him two sugar biscuits.
"Words of power that activate brain potential, special memory enhancement, and the explosion of brain potential can achieve a super memory state. He should have gone into scientific research instead of studying the history of dragons long ago."
Schneider watched Guderian's departing figure, his scarred face filled with helplessness: "The students have changed, and so have the teachers."
“If we don’t just shoot them, someone has to keep an eye on those lunatics in the equipment department,” Manstein said.
There is a difference between mental illness and neurosis. Mental illness belongs to the cognitive and hallucination type, while neurosis belongs to the type where the brain is fundamentally abnormal and the brain nerves are connected in the wrong place from the beginning.
The Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications (Equipment Department) is home to some ridiculously intelligent lunatics.
Everyone in the equipment department suffers from extreme paranoia. The water they drink must be distilled and filtered through thirteen stages of purification, and the air they breathe must be purified by dust removal, ionization, and humidification.
During their battles with the dragons, these creatures no longer imagined enemies like American bunker-buster bombs and nuclear weapons, but rather apocalyptic catastrophes, such as an asteroid impact on Earth.
Ever since they acted in that movie as extras, these lunatics have become even more abnormal, constantly applying for funding by claiming that their enemy is the myriad realms of the universe.
Two years ago, they even recruited several pure-blooded dragons skilled in alchemy to join the research institute. Norton, the Bronze and Fire Dragon King, complained that his race had been influenced by humans and gone mad.
I heard they've recently been using alchemy to research some kind of timeline observation and collapse device.
"Previously, the principal dealt with them, but now that the principal has moved elsewhere to become the dean of studies, Guderian is the only one left to keep an eye on their research data."
All of this is contingent on Guderian not being misled and these lunatics not being able to accomplish anything significant.
Jingle Bell--
"Hello, this is the Academic Affairs Office, is this the Principal?" Schneider answered the phone, remaining silent for a moment.
"What do you mean by 'all faculty and students of Kassel College gathering for an exchange meeting'? What college is on the other side? Is it a continuing college?"
This is one small step for mankind, one giant leap for the world.
With the help of Lu Mingfei and Huai Shi, the two worlds completed a historic meeting.
"Is this okay?" Huai Shi turned her head and forced a flattering smile: "Sister Xiao Qing."
"Please use your title when working." Ai Qing nodded slightly and said in a rather formulaic manner, "Thank you for your cooperation and help. The Astronomical Society will do its best to meet all your needs, whether it's power, wealth, or..."
"Need not!"
Huai Shi immediately refused: "I enjoy serving others, I'm not interested in these things!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold gaze fell upon him.
Clearly, this answer is somewhat unsatisfactory.
Not far away, Angers and Yegor exchanged the framework agreements they had signed, shook hands and smiled, but both of them simultaneously turned their gazes toward the other's back.
Both sides had a small group of people wearing gas masks and heavy protective suits, like apocalyptic enthusiasts.
After undergoing multiple rounds of disinfection and testing, ensuring that there are no otherworldly viruses or contamination, we remain on high alert.
Lu Mingfei: "."
Although he went back to the principal and organized this exchange meeting in response to Huai Shi's request and the conditions offered by the Astronomical Society, is this really a good thing?
Total feeling.
The other side is just too bizarre.
"The Institute of Preservation will assist you in becoming scholars and even creators, and will provide information and intelligence about this world. In return, please do not hesitate to retain academic materials related to alchemy and dragons."
"That's a given."
"Then, let's take a tour of our testing area together."
Two groups of people, dressed in different styles of protective suits, walked arm in arm through their masks, their bulky, fat figures moving towards the test area. Each of them held a leaflet explaining the basic settings.
They completely ignored Yegor and Angers, who were still exchanging perfunctory pleasantries, and began to talk amongst themselves.
As the gates were opened one by one, the tour began.
The isolation room in the intensive care unit.
A middle-aged man with an ashen face sat quietly in the room through the observation window, holding a pen in his hand and a pile of white paper in front of him.
"These are the creatures of hell?" the Kassel delegation asked, pointing to the sign that read "Jiangnan".
“No, Mr. Yang is a fourth-order Ascended being of the Twilight lineage, and his profession is a novelist,” the Survival Institute explained. “He can leave once he has written the ending and complete setting of his novel.”
You can take this as a call for more updates.
"But his mental state seems a bit off?" the Kassel delegation asked, puzzled.
"It seems that when we were trying to get him to confess, he mentioned that his senior sister was divorced and that's already known. It's nothing. Please follow us to the next item." The Continuing Institute led the group deeper into the building.
This also left Kassel with the impression that people in other worlds like to use violence to force updates.
From the fundamental logic of transforming knowledge into power to the research and application of basic laws, with the hands-on teaching of a group of creators and senior scholars, it didn't take long for the teaching and research team in Kassel to collectively grasp the threshold of becoming scholars.
This is also related to the intelligence of the mixed-race individuals themselves, as well as the knowledge base of the teachers in Kassel.
“Mingfei.” Guderian seemed preoccupied.
"What's wrong, Professor?" Lu Mingfei had only agreed to this exchange meeting because he was looking for a shortcut for the professors and teachers in the college.
Just like Masashi Tomiyama, who was already very accomplished in the field of psychology and possessed hypnotic powers, under the guidance of scholars specializing in psychology at the Preservation Institute, he became the fastest learner of the hybrid race here.
"If there's anything you don't understand, I'll find someone to guide you."
He worried that Guderian wouldn't be able to grasp the basics of a scholar.
"No, they say I've already reached the threshold of becoming a Creator, and that I can be promoted quickly as long as I specialize in a certain academic field."
"real or fake?!"
Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. He hadn't expected Guderian to be so fast, almost like he was riding a rocket.
He was about to congratulate him when he noticed the other person's expression was rather unpleasant. "What's wrong, Professor? Shouldn't you be happy?"
"All members of the Institute of Alchemy and Scientific Engineering Applications have been promoted to Creators."
"???"
You mean all those crazy bomb-wielding lunatics in the Equipment Department have become creators?!
Is it really that fast?!
"I'm now in charge of the equipment department's security," Guderian said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"They're currently working with scholars from the Institute of Extinction on the previously envisioned galactic-destroying bomb, and they've already started testing it. I felt it wasn't safe here, so I came to find you."
Lu Mingfei was dazed.
And what does it mean that testing has already begun?
"Those scholars at the Institute of Survival seem to be a bit off, especially that creator named Nakajima, who directly provided materials to the Equipment Department and gave an optimization plan. I took a look and it's theoretically feasible."
Guderian lowered his voice: "Mingfei, why don't we go back first?"
Lu Mingfei's vision went black.
Then, suppressing his unease, he reassured Guderian, "Professor, don't worry, I know you're anxious, but please don't rush."
"There's a great secret ritual here; even if it explodes, its power will be weakened, so it's not a big problem."
He was incoherent.
Huai Shi, standing to the side, was sweating profusely and felt weak in the knees. He finally understood where his inner unease came from.
It wasn't the birth of a chaotic scene, but rather a meeting of a bunch of lunatics.
After the group of bombers in the Kassel Equipment Department came into contact with the law, it was as if a husky in a cage had finally escaped and started to develop in an uncontrollable direction.
Amidst Tong Ji's gloating laughter, Huai Shi tried to find Ai Qing to remind Ye Ge'er.
While there's still time.
"Mr. Huai Shi." A joyful voice rang out.
Huai Shi turned her head and looked over, surprised. "Lily?! What are you doing here?"
"The Survival Institute is looking for me," Lily recalled the message from the Survival Institute, saying that Yegor was planning to use his authority as president to promote Ai Qing to the position.
Of course, this kind of news doesn't seem very credible at all.
“They asked me to contact Mr. Klein and Bikini Bottom for an academic exchange, because we've collaborated before at Witch's Night.” Lily smiled brightly. “Mainly because I heard you'd be coming here too, so I…”
Bikini Bottom?
Huai Shi's ears suddenly went blank, and he couldn't hear anything anymore.
Then he saw Chen Jun, Song Shuhang, and Su Lin carrying shopping bags, as if they had just finished shopping and strolled over, while a group of ravens carrying coffins were registering with a scholar's guide in hand.
Behind them in line were Tony Stark, Zhao Shuangdian, and her portable machine head (the portable Boshi Zuntiandao extension).
Are there any experts? !
(End of this chapter)