The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

letter?

Siles was slightly surprised for a moment, wondering who wrote to him again.He quickened his pace and took the letter from Lorenzo.He saw that the address on the envelope was the Central Cathedral of the Church of the Past, and he had a guess for a while.

Lorenzo looked at it in trouble, especially the brooch: "Why... are you dressed so..."

He showed a complicated expression.

Siles didn't pay much attention to his expression, he raised the envelope in his hand and said, "Wait for me a while, I'll put the letter upstairs."

Lorenzo shrugged: "You go."

Siles went upstairs again.He opened the letter, which was, as expected, his reward for providing the apostate's whereabouts.

He glanced quickly at the formulaic wording in the letter, then turned his attention to the amount of the reward.

Ten hundred-coin bills.

Siles made a quick calculation—twenty months' salary.

Siles: "..."

In the past, the church was really rich and powerful.

Siles thanked Antinam sincerely in his heart, and then put the money into the bottom of the drawer.He finally felt that his wallet was not so dry, and he felt confident for a while.

This directly led to him urging Lorenzo to eat more when he invited Lorenzo to have breakfast.

Lorenzo looked at him suspiciously and said, "I think you're in a good mood."

"Indeed." Siles didn't smile, but his eyes were calm and his posture was elegant, and his whole person seemed to have a... relaxed and happy feeling, "I solved a very big problem."

"what?"

Siles gave an explanation casually: "The topic of this year's academic paper."

"Oh, I forgot that you are still a formal professor. As a teaching assistant, I don't have strict academic requirements." Lorenzo casually hurt his roommate, and then asked, "What are you going to write?"

Siles was silent for a moment, and then gave an answer: "The wandering poet of the Sardinian Empire."

"Oh!" Lorenzo was a little surprised, "It's very interesting! I really like that group of wandering poets."

Siles asked, "You know them?"

"I have some understanding. You know that the historians have become interested in the lives of ordinary people in history over the years, and the things they have studied are very in-depth and detailed, so some ancient cultural relics and ancient books in the past have also been rearranged and studied."

Siles nodded, indicating that he was aware of this.

"So, we found a file related to wandering poets."

Siles' eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "Can I borrow it?"

"Of course, it's in the library. If I remember correctly, the file should be called..." Lorenzo recalled, "The Kansas City Population Stratification Survey Report."

Listening to the unexpected title, Siles asked, "Is this an official report from the Sardinian Empire?"

"It seems to be. But at that time Kansas City was not in the Principality of Const. It may also be a private investigation agency." Lorenzo said, "It mentioned some homeless people in Kansas City, including homeless poets, circuses, Merchant or something."

Siles nodded thoughtfully, then thanked Lorenzo.

"You're welcome," Lorenzo said with a smile.

They parted after breakfast, and Lorenzo had to go to Professor Dunlop's class.And Siles first went to the carriage house outside the school to post the letter, and then returned to the office on the fourth floor.

There was still a long time before the agreed ten o'clock, and Siles unbuttoned his suit jacket—considering the ritual of [Silent Heart], he did not take off his jacket.Thankfully it wasn't too hot inside.

He sat there, but he didn't have time to take into account the temperature change, he just recalled a small detail he noticed on the road just now.

During ritual time, he can detect the presence of revelators through their unique blue light.The ritual times of other revelators do not seem to have such a thing, only Celes.

And among the students preparing for class in the main castle just now, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a figure with blue light.

...a revelator?Still a student?

Siles was a little curious, but he didn't deliberately look for the other party. He just felt that the enlightener in this world seemed not as secret and rare as he imagined.

He sat in the office for a while, feeling the double influence of the ceremony time and [quiet heart], which made his whole mind very clear.

He simply took out the lesson plan and continued to prepare lessons.

One week before the start of school, Siles failed to arrange all the courses properly, but gave priority to writing out the teaching plans of the first few classes.After school started, he was so busy that he had no time to sit down and sort out the lesson plans.

Now he took this opportunity to write the lesson plans, and the progress was actually very smooth, and he also rearranged the content of the two classes today and tomorrow.

It took him more than an hour to advance the lesson plan a lot.

At ten o'clock in the morning Jules entered the office with Dorothea.

"Good morning, Professor." Dorothea greeted first.

"Good morning, Professor." Jules followed her words.

Siles looked up at them, was slightly taken aback, and then said in a low voice, "Good morning. Wait for me a moment. Your book list and teaching assistant application form are already on the coffee table, you can take a look first."

The two agreed, and then sat on the sofa and filled out the information.

After Siles finished writing the lesson plan for a class, he turned around and saw two people leaning over to write on the coffee table, thinking about it, he asked, "Is it uncomfortable to write like this?"

Both apprentices looked up, and while Jules was still hesitating, Dorothea said, "Yes, Professor. But it's okay, there's not much time to write."

Siles didn't comment, just nodded: "I understand."

He pushed the chair near the coffee table and asked them to fill out the teaching assistant application form first.Then, he pointed to the book list: "This is your homework for a while.

"In one semester, you will get three such book lists; I don't ask you to read them in a short period of time, you can use your time freely.

"However, I ask you to give me some feedback on your thoughts after reading the book list every Thursday. I will follow up your progress in real time.

"Also, by the time the second book list is placed in front of you, I hope you have already thought about your thesis topics for this semester."

Both apprentices nodded seriously.

Siles said: "Okay, you can look at this book list next. If you have any questions, you can ask them at this time."

Dorothea read the book list first, and asked, "Professor, can we find all these books in the library?"

There are many books and papers on it that she hasn't read!

"Yes." Siles said, "It may be a little more troublesome to search for papers. You can ask the library administrator for the catalog of journals."

"I see." Dorothea took a deep breath.

She suddenly thought that the professor in front of her, the former senior, was indeed very good and outstanding.How many books has he read in the library?how much do you remember

Dorothea felt a small blow to her self-confidence, followed by more fighting spirit.

But Jules' tone was a little cautious: "Professor, it's... all books related to Silence?"

Siles pondered for a moment, then nodded, and said, "Yes. Jules, I hope you understand that although the literature related to Antinam only appeared in the Age of Mist, but——the matter of literature In itself, it has a long history.

"And the 'human' part in any literature, it is impossible to bypass the Silent Period literature."

"I understand, Professor." Jules nodded, and he mustered up the courage to say, "I mean, how much do you want me to involve Silence literature in my thesis?"

Siles was a little surprised to hear this question, and he replied: "It still depends on the title of your thesis. The 'human' part in the literature related to Antinam... I think this is just a topic selection, not a thesis topic."

Jules nodded thoughtfully, and he quickly said, "I see, Professor. I'll refine this topic more."

Siles smiled slightly, and he said a few more words on this topic: "Jules, you want to study the part of 'human beings', which doesn't mean simply listing those parts that involve human beings. enough.

"You need to explore why these words appear in Antinam-related literature, what thoughts and ideas they are rooted in, and why these descriptions and ideas did not appear in the past...

"No matter how you say it, literature is something that is inseparable from society, economy, literature, and politics.

"What is the Age of the Birth of the Gods, the Age of Faith, and the Age of Empires, what is the Age of Shadows and the Age of Silence, and what is the Age of Fog we are in now... Different eras will breed different literary works."

Both Jules and Dorothea listened intently.

They may have vaguely understood this point from various channels, but now, they directly derived the answer from Sires' words.

This is of course the role of a mentor.

Dorothea couldn't help asking: "Professor, according to what you said, is it destined to change from the literature of 'God' to the literature of 'Man'?"

Siles pondered for a moment on this question: "I can't say... I'm destined. First of all, no one expected the fall of the gods in the Silence Period. You should be very clear about this."

Both nodded.

Siles added: "However, I can still say that the emergence and growth of 'human' literature is doomed."

"Why?" said Dorothea, troubled.

Siles looked at the young girl.He thought of the student's thesis topic—the hymn.He couldn't help thinking that this was indeed a student who was very interested in the relationship between God and believers.

Siles sighed slightly in his heart.

From his perspective on the earth, he can explore this issue from many angles, but that is too much beyond his current status.He was just an ordinary professor of literary history.

So Siles gave an answer from his own professional field: "Don't forget, there are some materials that can show that as early as the Imperial Period, there were fictional texts such as bedtime stories.

"In addition, the travelers who go out sit around the bonfire, each telling a story, true or false, and there will be fabricated and fictional elements in their narration. This is also an image that appears in many works, and This kind of fiction is recognized."

Dorothea was slightly taken aback, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

"Literature has such functions and functions when it was first born. The things pointed to by those words do not actually exist in this world."

Siles stopped Dorothea from rebutting.

"What I mean is -- let's say, for example, that you're describing something that's on hand," he said, picking up a pencil on the desk. "Like this pencil."

Dorothea nodded, indicating that she understood.And Jules looked at the pencil intently, wondering what he was thinking.

Siles said: "You used various methods to describe this pencil, the shape, details, and writing feeling. In short, you tried to make this pencil fit its reality as much as possible."

The two apprentices listened very carefully.

"But, for your readers, can they really know that what you describe is this pencil?"

Dorothea was slightly taken aback.

And Jules blurted out: "They can't see the pen!"

"Yes." Siles said appreciatively, "It is impossible for readers to come to your side and really see this pen. And this pencil, in the course of subsequent use, will gradually wear out, no longer It was the way you pictured it."

Dorothea said dazedly: "So, we can never—"

"What we describe is just what appears in that text space, that pencil," said Siles. "That's literature. Any literature is fictional. Even biographies, journalism, there are A kind of fiction, but you think they describe reality."

For some reason, Dorothea trembled a little at Sirius' words.

Her face, which was always confident and radiant, also became a little pale because of the series of words from Siles.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly asked: "So, what about the 'God' part in literature?"

Siles smiled slightly, and answered the question: "What does the text describing 'God' have to do with God?"

Dorothea trembled at Sirius' cruel words.

Sirius' tone became softer.He said, "You've never thought about that before, have you?"

Dorothea was silent for a moment, her expression softened a bit.She looked at Jules, who didn't seem to understand why Dorothea reacted so badly.

Dorothea nodded and said, "Yes. I never thought about it... People's praise of God has nothing to do with God in essence."

Siles nodded too.

Dorothea fell into silence, and after a while, she suddenly said: "Professor, can I understand what you mean from this angle?"

Siles looked at her, and so did Jules.

Dorothea bit her lip, looking a little disturbed, but she finally said: "Humanity, with literature, has challenged God's right to speak!"

The office fell into a long silence.

Finally, Siles burst out laughing.He said, "Dorothea, I'm glad you can think of that angle. You're an excellent student."

Dorothea was praised, but an unspeakable feeling of timidity spread in her heart, as if something in her heart withered as soon as the words were spoken.

After a while, she said slowly, "That's because of your guidance, Professor." She said sincerely, "Only by myself, I couldn't think of this anyway. I always think that literature is literature."

Siles said, "You can keep your opinion, Dorothea. Everyone's path is different."

Dorothea shook her head, and she said simply: "You convinced me, Professor."

So Siles didn't say anything more.

Jules looked around, wondering what advanced topics they were talking about.

Siles took a deep look at Dorothea—the blue light on her body—and then looked at Jules: "Jules, do you understand what I just used as an example with a pencil?"

Jules pondered for a long time, and finally said tentatively: "Because, when literature is born, it is essentially what human beings release themselves..." He was stuck for a long time when he chose this word, and finally he said, "will ?So human literature is destined to prevail.”

Siles almost subconsciously thought of the will attribute of running a group - and he did rely on this attribute to resist the out-of-control time track.

So he smiled: "Yes, Jules. This is also a problem that you need to pay attention to and think about when writing your thesis.

"Why are there so many 'human' elements in Antinam-related literature?

"I'm afraid this is the root cause of your confusion that makes you want to study this phenomenon, and you think that the root of this problem lies in Antinam and the Age of Mist.

"However, human beings have their own will in literature, which started a long time ago, not from Antinam or from the Middle Ages.

"Literature, whether it is the symbols and patterns engraved on the stone walls a long time ago, or the exquisite paper in those bookstores in the modern and contemporary times, in essence, it is all human beings thinking, writing, and recording.

"Those gods who used to be high above are also the objects they recorded and described."

I don't know why, but the previous sentence "what to do with God" was even more deafening, but after this class ended, Dorothea said to Sirius gently, "Gods were once the objects of human records." more impressive.

She bid farewell to Sirius and left Sirius' office with Jules in a dreamy, thoughtful mood.

It was nearly twelve o'clock.

Siles finished class a little earlier and asked the two apprentices to eat earlier.Then, he relaxed a little.

Despite all the talk in class, it was almost... some kind of stress response.And he thinks his reaction and tone in class is indeed a little too much.

In fact, he didn't intend to have such an in-depth discussion with his apprentices at this time, about the nature of literature and about the relationship between man and God.He thinks that should be something more distant.

However, the strong blue light on Dorothea's body made things suddenly turn in a direction that caught him off guard.

...Dorothea is actually a revelation!

Moreover, the blue light on her body seemed to be stronger than Sirius's now.That's at least 10% pure potion.

This proud and confident young apprentice seems to be very powerful.

As an enlightener who just started, Professor Noel couldn't help but sweat for himself.Fortunately, Dorothea didn't realize that Sirius was also a revelator.

Based on Dorothea being the revealer, and her previous suspicious obsession and curiosity about the relationship between man and God, Sirius had many ideas.

But in the end, he chose to explore the topic a little more seriously in class.

He didn't know what the effect would be.

He just thought - the old gods are already a thing of the past.

Yes, this was his thinking, and it was also the root of all his thoughts in the past period of time.

The reason why the old gods are called the old gods is because they are gods that have fallen.Their demise has been recorded in history without a doubt and cannot be refuted.

Even though there are still followers of the old gods who are trying to resurrect the gods, but... Siles thought, it must be in vain.

He has this confidence.

...Well, it's because the ending of the script of the running group was like this.

In the running group script he played, the ultimate goal of the apostate was to resurrect the evil god.But whether he succeeded in performing the ritual, or he failed, the outcome was the same—there was no possibility of the god being revived.

Although the script of the running group is far from the real world, Siles has always maintained this philosophy and has not wavered.

He sat there, stared blankly for a while, then stood up, cleared his mind, took two teaching assistant application forms, and went to an office on the other side of the fourth floor, where Professor Aitley was sitting.

"Professor Aitley, good afternoon." Siles greeted the old professor politely, "I'm here to deliver two teaching assistant application forms."

Professor Aitley looked serious: "Your teaching assistant?"

Siles nodded and added, "It's also my apprentice."

Professor Aitley nodded and said, "I see." He thought for a while, and then said, "Your club application form will be sent to your office next Wednesday, and you have a week to choose a club." Members, remember to hand over the list to me earlier."

Siles was stunned, and then remembered that there was such a thing as the club.He has too many things to do.

"Thanks for the reminder," he said, "I will."

Professor Eliot nodded again.

Siles hesitated for a while, and finally said: "By the way, professor, can I apply for two more chairs in the office? It's just a sofa and coffee table. If my apprentices need to write at their desks, it will be inconvenient."

"No problem. Someone will deliver it to your office later." Professor Aitley readily agreed, and he looked at the calendar. "How about tomorrow morning around nine o'clock? I remember you have a class at ten o'clock."

"Of course." Sirius replied, "Thank you."

Professor Aitley forced himself a dry smile, and then continued to immerse himself in his work.Siles bid farewell to him.

He went back to the office to get his wallet, and then went to the cafeteria for a simple lunch.Then he returned to the office again, took the lesson plan, and Siles arrived at the public elective classroom on the third floor on time.

It was still the classroom of his public elective class on Tuesday, and the faces of the students were familiar. Of course, there were many changes.Siles watched them calmly, as always, had already harvested a completely silent class before the class started.

By now Siles was pretty much used to the atmosphere - so he was unaware of the more serious, almost deadly atmosphere of the course.Of course he didn't know that the whole school knew about the [-]-word essay he had assigned in the previous public elective class.

And the students sitting here now are all holding a mentality of seeing death as home——Professor Noel will definitely assign a [-]-word paper in this public elective class!Most definitely!

Some students with a bad mentality almost burst into tears when they realized this tragic fact.

For college students in this era, they go to college either to experience life or to improve the status quo.So, they are either relaxed and stress-free, or busy all day long.

But no matter what, they have to finish their homework well, otherwise, if they fail a class or get repeated a grade, they will not only lose face but also waste time.

Therefore, no matter what kind of students they are, they are now in a very solemn mood.

Siles didn't seem to realize it, and just named them step by step.During the roll call, he also encountered a somewhat embarrassing thing.

On the roster, there is a very strange name that cannot be pronounced in the language of the Principality of Const.He paused for three seconds on this unfamiliar vocabulary, until the owner of the name stood up and relieved the embarrassment.

It was a young girl whose facial features were obviously different from those of the residents of the Principality of Constance. Her long black hair was braided into a delicate whip.

She explained to Siles in the stuttering language of the Principality of Const: "Hold, sorry, professor... I, come from, other countries. My name is, Kellogg."

Kellogg is, of course, the Constian translation of her name, which sounds more like a transliteration.Siles pondered.

He nodded at the foreign girl and said, "Okay, I understand, Kellogg."

Kellogg looked very happy, and even smirked twice before sitting down.

Siles continued to roll the roll, but he was thinking in his heart, there are still students from foreign countries in Ramifa University?If possible, would he have a chance to ask this student about things outside of the Never Embers?

However, he might have to worry about the student's academic problems first.

After the roll call was completed, Siles was satisfied that no one skipped class this time.Compared with the students on Tuesday, the students on Thursday seem to be well behaved.

Of course, Siles also found some familiar names on the list, such as Herman Grove.

When Sirius clicked on this name, he raised his eyes and noticed that Herman's expression was indescribably complicated... Siles couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Why does this young archaeologist have such a strange expression?

Siles didn't think much, and quickly mentioned the grade arrangement of this class.Also 30.00% attendance and 70.00% class papers.

"The class paper for this class, because I am a silent literature major, so the requirements will be a little stricter." Siles smiled slightly, "A paper of [-] words, plus no less than ten references. "

The expressions of the students froze.

"Of course," added Siles, "I'll give you a list of books."

The students looked like he was bullying them.Siles thought to himself.

He maintained his calm expression and continued: "Next, let's get into the topic of the class."

He turned around and wrote the title of the lesson on the blackboard: "Literature Appreciation of the Silent Chronicle".

"Literary appreciation is a very complicated subject." Siles said, "We can say that any reader's experience and feeling for a book, as well as the corresponding evaluation, are completely different."

The students forced themselves to concentrate and listened carefully to Sirius' words.

In this era, the students who can go to college are basically young people who have passed the most basic middle school education, can read and write, have reading experience, and have a certain level of taste.

They are young enough to be bold enough to receive some fresh knowledge.

"First of all, I want to ask you all," Siles asked a question, "How do you all read?"

The students looked at each other, not knowing how to answer this question.

So Siles bowed his head, randomly named a student from the list, and asked him to answer this question—he didn't dare to call Herman anymore.This inexplicable judgment appears in class, and it is quite annoying.

The person who was called was a boy with a frightened and dazed face. He stood up tremblingly and whispered, "Teacher, professor... I don't know either."

Siles asked patiently: "Then when you usually read, do you get used to reading faster or slower?"

The student thought for a moment, and finally replied: "Hurry up."

"Don't you have doubts about the contents of the book?"

"Doubt?" The student looked stunned for a moment, then he tilted his head in confusion, "But why do I need to question the author? I'm just reading.

"In other words, when I read, I am accepting the author's point of view. But when I actually finish a book, I will go back and think about the value and significance of this book."

Siles nodded and asked, "That is to say, when you read it, do you believe the content of this book without reservation?"

This time the student thought for a longer time, and finally he nodded and said, "Yes."

"Thank you for your answer," said Siles, asking the student to sit down, and then asked, "Is there anyone who reads exactly the opposite of him? In the process of reading, someone will habitually think, refute, and criticize the author. point of view?"

Some students mustered up the courage to raise their hands, and Siles pointed at one of the girls.

After she stood up, she took the initiative to say: "When I read, I feel that I have a 'response' to the content of the text. Whether it is the rhetoric and usage of the text itself, or the author's thoughts and concepts, I will always understand To notice and think.

"So I always read very slowly. If it's those popular novels, it's better; but if it's a long academic monograph, I always have to spend several times more time than others.

"Professor, which of these two ways of reading do you think is better?"

Even though the student was asking which one was better, from the tone of her voice she seemed tired of taking too long to read each time.

Siles did not answer this question directly, but said: "I hope you can get an answer you like after this course is over."

He said the "liked" answer, not the "correct" answer.

The student sat down thoughtfully.

In the following class time, Siles did not continue to diverge his thinking on "reading" itself, but mentioned and introduced related literary works and authors of the Silent Period.

Siles has been paying attention to the time. When the time came to [-]:[-], he also ended the last sentence, said goodbye to the students, and left the classroom.

Thursday is finally over.

It was still early, and Siles went to the cafeteria to pack a simple dinner and bring it back to the dormitory.

Lorenzo has not returned to the dormitory, and he is probably still helping Professor Dunlop.

The ceremony time of [Quiet Heart] is coming to an end, and Sirius feels a little lost—for the two points of will he lost.Well, that didn't belong to him in the first place.

However, maintaining the ritual time throughout the day has subtly changed Sirius' perspective on the world.After discovering that Dorothea was a revelator, he never tired of watching to see if anyone else in the university was a revelator as well.

Although he couldn't find it.

Siles simply cleaned and organized the room, as well as his manuscripts and materials in recent days, then took a shower early, washed his clothes, changed into home clothes, and finally sat at the desk for dinner.

He opened a popular novel and read it with great interest.

He bought this before, and he didn't have much time before, so he could only read it briefly. Now Siles took a little time to read it, and used it as a reference for the novel he was about to write.

He is well-known on Earth, but he still needs to figure out the preferences of readers in other worlds.

About six o'clock, Siles heard a movement on the stairs, and knew that Lorenzo had returned.He was distracted for a moment, then went back to reading.

For Siles, who has already been fed up with Internet literature on the earth, the popular novels of this era are not interesting. After all, the amount of information is not the same as that of the Internet era.However, don't have a flavor.

He pondered the difference carefully.Those ancient, heavier, and more appropriate emotions and thoughts... He suddenly thought, to what extent is the difference between this world and the earth due to the existence of gods and extraordinary power?

At seven o'clock, Siles finished reading the novel, and based on some thoughts he had just thought about, he listed the outline of the novel he wanted to write in one breath.

He didn't intend to write a long one, because he didn't have time, and it didn't meet the needs of this era.

He looked at the large paragraph of text on the draft paper, his eyes lost in thought.

For a moment, he thought he had returned to the earth, silently thinking about the content of his next novel under the dim light of the desk lamp.

But after recovering, the summer night outside the window still reflected a strange scene.The world has changed, but he still doesn't know whether he can find his home star in this vast and huge universe in his short and insignificant life.

Siles sighed lowly, feeling a little bored rising.Perhaps it was because his life had stabilized, so all kinds of emotions could not be suppressed this night.

He simply filled himself with work.

After the outline of the novel is finished, there is still lesson preparation and teaching plans; even if the content of the course has been finalized, he still has an academic paper to finish.

This night is still busy and fulfilling.

The next morning, Sirius woke up very early.He thought about his schedule for the day.It was Friday, and he had an elective class in the morning, and then there was nothing else to do until tomorrow morning, when he met with Bertram Finn and the mysterious Stardust merchant.

Therefore, Siles did not choose to continue the ceremony of [Silent Heart].

But based on an instinct of caution, he carried a vial of potion with him and pinned the brooch to his collar.

He missed Lorenzo when he went downstairs, so he went to the cafeteria to have breakfast alone and went to the office to prepare lessons.At nine o'clock, Professor Aitley led the workers to move two chairs.

Siles' office is relatively small, so the two chairs can only be stacked and placed in the corner next to the low cabinet behind the desk.

Professor Aitley looked at the sofa and coffee table in Siles' office, nodded involuntarily, and said, "You are a very considerate professor."

Siles smiled a little embarrassedly.

For him, this is just a little effort, but for his apprentices, it can really improve their class experience.

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