The next morning, Qasim handed the invitation to the castle. At noon, a servant came to reply and he could visit Ronald.

Qasim couldn't help but feel nervous. To be honest, he had never thought about persuading someone with one sentence.

"Are you doubting the gods? Qasim." He questioned himself suddenly, calming his mind.

Qasim couldn't help but remember that after the seminar last night, scholars and apprentices came to ask themselves whether it was really an oracle. He believed it wholeheartedly, but now he was trying to doubt the gods.

"Absurd." Qasim smiled and scolded himself.

Last night, I heard it with my own ears that she already knew her future.

"My King, protect your humble believers." He whispered, holding the holy painting pendant.

At noon, the autumn sun was hanging high, and the air was surprisingly warm, but it was the coldest time of the day. The tents set up in the squares lifted the curtains. The merchants who came from afar were sleeping in their own goods. The maidens seized the time to make up for their sleep. On the sleepy town square, on the wooden shackles, two thieves were locked in their hands and heads, and sweat flowed downwards.

Qasim walked across the square, regardless of the dwarves who blocked the streets to attract tourists, who promoted their telescopes, which they boasted was more than ten times farther than a bird's-eye mirror.

He walked straight to the castle and showed the guards his reply. Qasim was put in and was taken to the baron's study by the servant.

"Hello, Qasim, may God protect you." Baron Ate took the initiative.

"I hope my king will protect you, my noble baron." Qasim said politely, paused and said, "My Lord Baron, as I said in my letter, I hope to meet with Ronald and discuss mathematics together."

"I welcome this very much, please come with me." Baron Ate stood up and said.

After the wizard Lucius disappeared, Baron Atei handed over the property of the Magic Academy to Kasim according to the pagan inheritance law. Therefore, Kasim has a good impression of Baron Atei.

For Baron Atei, the wizard's departure was undoubtedly a good thing. He lost a lot of trouble and constraints, and his impression of Qasim was relatively friendly.

Seeing the invitation from Qasim, Baron Ate was very happy that someone would come to visit his son. There have been rumors in the town that if you get close to dementia, you will get the same disease. Even the servants dare not talk to Ronald too much, let alone take the initiative to visit a dementia.

Baron Ate said to himself: "Lord, praise you, saved Ronald and saved me."

He was in a happy mood and his steps were brisk.

Qasim didn't know why the Baron looked more anxious than himself, so he had to speed up and keep up.

"Ronald." The Baron knocked on the door of another study room, then pushed it in.

His son was crawling at the desk, and the quill in his hand proved a math problem.

Ronald did not interrupt his thoughts, turned his head slightly, nodded slightly at Kasim and said, "Hello."

Seeing this, Baron Ate smiled apologetically at Qasim and said, "He always does this."

Seeing Ronald so cold, Qasim made him nervous and said with a tough forehead: "It's okay, Baron, I understand that obsession with mathematics."

Baron Ate left the room, and Cassim slowly approached Ronald, glanced at the used quill or reed pen at the table, and his eyes fell on the linen paper one by one to reasoning.

Qasim was surprised for a moment. As he looked at the question quickly, he looked at the geometry and then the derivation. When he realized that the fifth step was already difficult to understand, the uneasiness was even more indescribable.

So, he quietly waited for Ronald to finish the problem.

For an hour, Ronald thought that Qasim did not exist. He deduced geometric problems on his own, constantly trying various directions on the straw paper, occasionally stopping, knocking on the forehead, and recalling formulas.

Finally, after repeated failures, he found the right direction and the geometric problems in front of him were solved easily.

Ronald also smiled a little at this time, like a child, holding up the linen paper for solving problems.

"Ronald." Qasim finally found an opportunity to speak.

"Oh, you're here. Ka..." Ronald recalled, "Qasim, are you here to discuss mathematics with me?"

"Yes." Qasim didn't take Ronald's rudeness to heart, took a deep breath, took out a piece of linen paper from his arms and placed it on the table.

"What is this?" Ronald said curiously with wide eyes.

"This is a math problem I found, a special math problem." Qasim repeated, covering up his anxiety.

"What question? Special, how special?" Ronald kept scanning the linen paper, turning it to the back but couldn't find a number, and he was full of doubts.

There is only a string of weird words on it.

That was written on the witchcraft manuscript copied by Qasim.

"I tell you, these words contain mathematics and physics." Qasim took a deep breath, "The mathematics and physics of Resurrection Town are in it."

After he finished speaking, Qasim glanced at Ronald nervously and was surprised to find that the latter was staring at his eyes, even his fingertips trembling.

"This is a small town covered by God." He murmured blankly, "Isn't the mathematics of the resurrection town the mathematics of God? God's numbers!"

Ronald grabbed the linen paper like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb, snatching it, and the child's hole was wide, as if he wanted to write the string of words in his mind.

Qasim was stunned for a while, and he never expected that Ronald was so fanatic.

As the king of our king said.

The king of my king...

Kasim thought, his festering arm felt a tingling sensation, and even his toes were getting goosebumps.

"...In front of God, man should do his best to humility." A sentence, a subconscious sentence hidden in his mind, popped up like this.

Kasim thought that this sentence might have been recorded in the scriptures.

Ronald stared at the words on the paper for a long time, but couldn't find a way to think. He couldn't help looking at Qasim.

Facing the fanatical Ronald, Qasim made his own request.

"Ronald, I have to tell you that this is not only related to mathematics, but also to mysticism." The anxiety just now disappeared, and Qasim said calmly: "If you don't understand mystery, you can't solve the mathematics."

Ronald nodded in confusion.

"Ka, Mr. Kasim...I, where should I learn mysticism?!" he asked excitedly.

This just fell into Qasim's trap.

Qasim smiled mysteriously and said, "You know, Ronald, mysticism, is more rare than mathematics. A serf can also count, but he absolutely does not understand what the triple world is. Only by understanding mysticism and mathematics at the same time can we solve the mathematics and physics above."

Qasim guided him in a row,

Ronald stared at the string of words on it for a long time.
Chapter completed!