Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 92 Confused History
The so-called "public schools" of the Puland city-state are completely different from the real universities in the upper city-these schools funded by the city hall are not institutions for cultivating real scholars, they are more important for the factories in the lower city As well as training skilled workers for the Church's steam engine and, in the process, providing basic literacy education to the masses.

Under this premise, the resource level of the public school in the Cross Street District is naturally conceivable.

Duncan was in contact with Morris for the first time, but even from the first impression, he could see that the old gentleman had extraordinary academic attainments. An uptown university would have more than enough experts to identify an antiquity and give its exact date and historical background.

As far as the facts are concerned, it is a waste of all his knowledge in the public school in the Cross Street District. Nina has said that few students in her class care about the content taught by the old man. To sleep is to respect the teacher.

What's more, this Mr. Morris can spend a lot of money to buy a dagger from a century ago-it's not like ordinary citizens to carry a check book with them.

Duncan thought about it, and it seemed too abrupt to ask directly, "Why are you so rich?", but it is very natural to use the art of language to put it another way:
"Actually, I'm a little curious. How could a scholar like you stay as a teacher in a public school in Cross Street?"

"...You're not the first to ask this question," Morris seemed to be accustomed to other people's questions in this regard, he just smiled lightly and said while carefully putting away his things, "It's really nothing, it's just that he's getting older. Tired of the overly tense academic atmosphere in those universities in the upper city, instead of competing with young people for the few resources, it is better to find a quieter place to complete your own research... and in your later years, you can pass on your knowledge to others. Isn't it great that there are many young people?"

The old man didn't seem to be telling the truth, but Duncan saw that the other party didn't want to go into too much detail, so he didn't ask, but just casually said: "But I heard from Nina that her classmates don't value the knowledge you teach very much. ... In this lower city where survival is difficult, is it too far to pursue the glory of the ancient kingdom of Crete?"

"Even in the deepest and darkest sewer alleys, as long as the spiritual mind is still thinking, 'history' is always valuable," Morris shook his head, "it is precisely because of the history of the past thousands of years that we To get to today.

"The lifespan of ordinary people is very short. It is the inheritance and awe of history that allow the lifespan of civilization to far exceed the limit of individuals. This is also the key to distinguishing us from those strange and blind things in the deep sea—they are long, but If you don't know how to record civilization, you will never be able to destroy us.

"Of course, Mr. Duncan, what you said is correct. In this lower city, few people would be willing to listen to my long speech... But even if I only teach one student, I feel that my time these years has not been in vain."

Morris said so unhurriedly, and then seemed to react suddenly, showing a gentle and apologetic smile: "Sorry, professional habits, I am a little bit preachy."

"It's okay, I think it's a valuable 'teaching'," Duncan waved his hand immediately, "In fact, I'd be happy to talk to you—you see, you're an expert on history, and I'm an antique dealer. In a sense, we are peers."

From the aspect of "teacher", they are also colleagues - Duncan added silently in his heart.

"To be honest, if only from the first impression when I walked into this antique shop... I really don't believe the word 'peer' in your mouth," Morris spread his hands, "but now I somewhat believe it— —You still have a real one anyway.”

The expression on Duncan's face was very calm, and he said in his heart that there was more than one genuine product - at the moment the old man filled out the check, he had already drawn all the warehouses of the Lost Home in his mind. If he was not worried about impacting the market, he would have Even the decoration style of the eighth branch has been planned...

Having settled down in his heart, Duncan continued to maintain a calm posture with a smile on his face: "I heard from Nina that you are actually better at ancient history, especially the history before and after the ancient Kingdom of Crete?"

"Strictly speaking, there is only 'after', not 'before'," Morris immediately corrected, "The ancient kingdom of Crete was the beginning of civilization in the deep sea age, and before the ancient kingdom was the Great Annihilation Event, which was the beginning of civilization's meltdown." No one can tell what the world looked like before that point in time—there are only contradictory statements in the wilderness tales spread by various city-states."

Duncan pondered: "The melting point of civilization...is it like a 'horizon limit' lying in the river of history..."

Morris apparently heard the word for the first time: "Event limit?"

"A concept, if you put it on the 'big annihilation' event, you can think of it as an invisible time wall, and all information on the other side of the wall cannot be transmitted to the other side of the wall, whether it is optical observation or The causal connection of things is cut off before that boundary, and you can never stand on one side of the boundary to understand what happened on the other side, as if the timeline of everything suddenly appeared from that boundary. "

"Quite an interesting statement!" Old Mr. Morris opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes even shone slightly, "The horizon limit in history...a wall of time... Indeed, very appropriate! Duncan Sir, forgive me for my wrong impression and... contempt for you at the beginning, you are more professional than I thought, do you also often study ancient history?"

"No, I don't know much about ancient history. It's just that my thinking is more flexible, and sometimes I can think of some wonderful metaphors." Duncan immediately said modestly. He knew that he should act a little ignorant now, "But I'm really curious. What happened during the Great Annihilation period... You just mentioned that the orthodox academic circles have not yet recognized the history before the Great Annihilation, but there are many contradictory records in the "unofficial history" of various city-states? What are these records like?"

"It's just unofficial history... But I have indeed studied some," Morris thought, and said slowly, "For example, there was a record in the city-state of Puland, which was a manuscript in 1069 of the new city-state calendar. It is no longer testable, and the manuscript describes the world before the Great Annihilation as follows:

"The world is a sphere floating in the vast sea of ​​stars. There are countless celestial bodies dotted the night sky as stars. There is one sun and three moons in the sky. Humans occupy three continents, one of which is frozen all year round. Therefore, people built a A device called the 'Dome', let it cover the continent to create the 'Eternal Spring', the energy of this dome is like the sun in the sky, fueled by a certain component in the sea water, almost eternal..."

When Morris said this, he paused for a while, as if to give Duncan some time to think, remember, and organize, and then continued:
"But on an island near Cold Harbor, explorers found a record carved on rocks, which also described the world before the Great Annihilation. Scholars were puzzled after they tried their best to decipher it—— —

"It is described in the slate book that a hometown called 'Mother Star' has dried up, and the world is riding on a huge ship called 'Abynyx'. and gas as fuel, the giant ship sailed for [-] days and nights, and was suddenly involved in a "huge flash and vortex", and then the ship disintegrated and disappeared in the vortex, and the descendants survived from the sea water, leaving behind about Memories of hometown.

"Of course, these records are not as bizarre as the legends left by the elves in Qingfeng Harbor.

"The elves have a lifespan of a thousand years. Their history should be more detailed and reliable than other short-lived races, but for some reason, the history of Qingfeng Harbor is the most fragmented and absurd among all city-state histories. Many of their files have even been destroyed. An unknown force distorted it into an unreadable 'lost scroll', which had to be sealed due to serious pollution. In the narrative poem passed down by the elves, this is how the world before the annihilation is described:

"The world is a dream, it is a call of the Great Demon God Sasloka in a half-dream and half-awake state. The elves were born in the dream and kept Sasloka's sleep, but one day, the Demon God suddenly dreamed of the Great Demon God. When the flood came, he woke up with a start, and the flood leaked from his dream to the real world, and the elves were also swept into reality by the flood... The demon god Sasloka woke up and disappeared, and the elves could never return That peaceful and peaceful homeland was settled in the deep sea age after the flood."

(End of this chapter)