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After dinner, Roland returned to the office and continued to copy the basic mathematical knowledge in his mind onto paper.
He did not have the ability to remember everything he saw, and not only that, his memory would decline with the passage of time. Due to the major, mathematics and physics are still the subjects that are often used. Other knowledge such as history, geography, biology, chemistry, etc. are estimated to have degenerated to the entry level. Therefore, whether it is useful or not, writing down the content that has not been forgotten earlier can retain more knowledge.
Every time he filled a piece of paper, he asked Scroll beside him to scan it. As long as she has read the content, it is equivalent to permanently saving it. Unfortunately, Scroll 's ability is only related to memory, and it cannot enable her to learn the junior and senior high school mathematics knowledge without a teacher. Therefore, when he has time, Roland will explain it to her again.
Of course, for him who likes to teach, teaching is a very interesting thing. Especially when he sees Scroll 's expression of surprise, or sudden enlightenment after thinking hard, he also feels a sense of accomplishment in his heart. However, Roland knows that this is also related to the object of teaching.
Although Scroll is nearly forty years old, her magic has not changed much. The skin on her cheeks is still tight and rosy, and her long black hair is simply tied behind her head, which makes her look mature and capable. The fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes do not destroy the overall beauty, but rather highlight his mature temperament. In the movie, he would definitely be an elegant and versatile teacher. Now, he can make the "teacher" stunned. This contrast is quite useful.
While Roland was reciting, he was also thinking, what is the magic in this world?
It is everywhere, whether it is deep in the North Slope Mine or in the desperate mountains, in the west to the wilderness, in the east to the Sea Breeze County, witches can use it to cast all kinds of incredible powers. If magic is regarded as electrical energy, witches are electrical appliances with different functions. But it is obviously much more incredible than electricity, more like an energy close to the origin.
For example, Hakara of the Mutual Aid Association, Wendy said that she can summon four kinds of magic snakes, named death penalty, pain, petrification, and nothingness, and the venom effects are different. Another example is Nightingale, the mist that unfolds almost distorts the space. The manifestations of these abilities are ever-changing. In addition to the word origin, Roland really can't think of any other more appropriate words.
If we want to define the origin, it is probably a rule that is universal and general. In the second half of his life, Einstein was determined to incorporate the four fundamental forces of the universe into a theoretical framework, which is the so-called grand unified theory. In a sense, what he did was to find the origin. So is there a universal rule that can be applied in any universe?
But why is this force related to semen?
This is as ridiculous as saying that a sophisticated and complex instrument needs to rely on a toothpick to operate, but the facts are in front of us, and the reality is that if there is really a god, then this may be a very bad taste.
There is nothing else to think about. Promoting industrial development and promoting the progress of civilization are my main tasks.
"Your Highness?" Seeing the prince in a contemplative look, Shu Juan couldn't help but ask.
"Ahem," Roland came back to his senses from thinking, coughed twice, looked at the candle that was about to burn to the end, and said, "Let's stop here today."
"Yes," she bowed her head and saluted, and when she was about to leave, she slowed down her pace unconsciously.
Roland didn't hear the door closing for a long time. He looked up with some surprise and found that the other party was still at the door. "What's the matter?"
"Your Highness..." Scroll hesitated for a moment, "I want to ask you a question."
"Ask." Roland nodded, put down the quill in his hand, raised the cup and drank a sip of water. These witches are good in every way, but there is one thing, they are too unconfident. Like a rabbit sticking its head out of a cave, it shrinks back into the cave at the slightest disturbance, and dares not come out again. So I still haven't told you about the witches and semen. I guess her questions will be such as why you are willing to take us in, and are you not afraid of the threat of the church. Nightingale and Wendy have asked him many times.
But since the other party has such an attitude, I naturally have to answer seriously, so that they can deeply feel that treating comrades should be as warm as spring breeze.
"Is it possible for you... to marry a witch?"
"Puff," Roland almost spit out the water in his mouth, "Uh, why do you ask this question?"
"I..." Scroll opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.
Marry a witch? The first person that popped up in Roland's mind was Anna. Ever since he met her in the cage, her lake blue eyes had left a deep impression on him. Then Nightingale, Wendy, Nana and others popped up one by one. Witches are women who awaken from ordinary humans. They have outstanding abilities, and are superior to ordinary people in terms of appearance and body. If they were placed in modern society, they would definitely be the focus of everyone's attention. So, why should I hesitate? In that case -
he looked at the scroll and smiled and replied, "Why not?"
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Wendy rubbed her sore shoulders and returned to her room.
Her heavy breasts always brought her a lot of troubles, especially when she stood on the top of the wooden shed of the Town to catch the wind, her raised hands had to be slightly backward to keep her body balanced, but men seemed to like it very much. Whether it was His Highness or Tigu, they would play with their breasts to their heart's content every time. Maybe that's what men are like.
According to the first trial voyage, the Town has made many improvements. For example, a simple shed was built where she stood, which could not only block the wind and rain, but also avoid the sun. A circle of bark was hung around the hull to reduce the collision when docking. Two cement short piles were installed on both sides of the ship's side to facilitate the fixing of the boat with hemp ropes.
And her ability to control the wind has also improved significantly after nearly a month of training. Now the boat is sailing more and more stably, and the speed can be fast or slow under the influence of wind. She has also learned to use the existing wind to adjust the consumption of magic power so that she can last longer.
Moreover, since she became a guest nun, the magic power in her body has indeed increased significantly, but with it comes a significant increase in desire. When she came to her senses and thought about it, when the first man who came to confess stretched out his penis, why did she just go with the flow and lean on it? First masturbation, then oral sex, and then using her own pussy, even His Highness came. Now the church is not the place for those who really want to confess. Only those stinky men who have no place to vent will come.
Wendy was a little worried about how Tigu would react. After all, she had acted like they were dating before, and she had done everything she should and shouldn't do.
After all, he was a noble, and what she did was equivalent to giving him a green hat. As for His Highness? Judging from his performance, he wished she could be more dissolute, so Wendy naturally had no worries.
When she came to her senses, Nightingale was already sitting on the bedside waiting for her in her pajamas.
But what surprised her was that the other person had an irrepressible smile on his face.
"Did something good happen?" Wendy couldn't help asking, and the latter shook his head and said nothing, but his smile deepened.
Wendy pouted. After the last night talk with her, her mood had not been very good. It was only after the popularity of Gwent in the castle that things got better. Why did she suddenly smile today? Where did the expressionless and taciturn shadow killer go when they first met in Silver Light City?
Well, Wendy took off her clothes and stepped into the wooden barrel filled with hot water. Maybe she won a good hand.