Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 283 - 282 Fake Great Scholar
Chapter 283: Chapter 282: Fake Great Scholar?
Chapter 283 -282: Fake Great Scholar?
Daylight.
A carriage stopped in front of the residence of the Great Scholar Socrates, and Richard alighted from the carriage.
The reason Richard had come to the Great Scholar Socrates was related to books that had been passed down from the Black Spirit Empire.
Despite using many methods, Richard could not decipher the hidden clues in the books, so he had decided to try to find common points among the numerous books to summarize and decrypt them.
It was obviously a clumsy method, but sometimes it was also the most effective.
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To achieve this, he needed to obtain more books, which meant going through the Great Scholar Socrates to get more information about the books.
“Clip-clop, clip-clop…”
Stepping down from the carriage, Richard walked towards the porch. The servant standing there already recognized him, and this time did not block his way but actively stepped aside.
Richard nodded in acknowledgment to the servant and stepped towards the courtyard, only for a tall, thin figure to sweep out from inside and bump harshly into Richard’s shoulder, rudely saying, “Out of the way!” before striding onto the street.
Richard turned his head and saw an icy face and a pair of eyes sharp as knives.
The other person glanced over disdainfully or perhaps as a warning, then quickly walked away.
The servant quietly said from the side, “He was taught by the Great Scholar Socrates a long time ago. His temperament is a bit… well, reclusive, and he has not been in touch with the master for a long period. I don’t know why he suddenly showed up today. It seems he didn’t have a very pleasant exchange with the master. Of course, it could also be that he is always like this. Anyway, do not mind it.”
“Uh…” Richard responded, “It’s fine.”
He continued walking towards the inner courtyard.
As he was passing through a small garden, Richard suddenly stopped and turned towards the flower bushes, which started to rustle lively.
Hmm?
Richard slightly narrowed his eyes, becoming alert, and the next moment “whoosh,” a person stood up from the bushes—it was Heidi, the granddaughter of the Great Scholar Socrates, the Cat Slave Girl.
Heidi, seeing Richard, also appeared very surprised, with an utterly unexpected expression, eyes wide, and weakly said, “Mi Qi…”
Hmm? What is this about?
As Richard was puzzling over this, the nearby bushes rustled again.
Heidi’s eyes flashed, and she quickly ran into the stirring bushes, bending down as if looking for something. After a while, she emerged holding a pitch-black cat.
“Uh, that…” Heidi, holding the black cat, walked up to Richard and explained, “Uh, that Mi Qi suddenly disappeared yesterday afternoon. Grandpa didn’t know where it had gone, and I had been searching for it. I finally spotted it in the garden and was about to catch it when you arrived.”
“Is that so…”
“Are you here to see my grandfather?”
“Yes, I had an appointment this morning with the Great Scholar. He should be available now, right?”
“Yes.” Heidi nodded, “I saw him constantly in his study. Apart from one cold guy visiting him, there hasn’t been anyone else. You can just go see him directly. I… won’t accompany you there; I need to give Mi Qi a bath. Look how dirty it is; I don’t even know where it’s been running wild all night. Ah! There’s even blood on its paw! Really, it must have fought with some stray cats again! I really need to give it a good bath.”
Heidi spoke and hurriedly ran off while Richard simply shrugged and stepped into the living room, following the corridor towards the study.
Stopping in front of the study door, Richard gently knocked.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
“Come in!” came the voice of the Great Scholar Socrates from inside.
Richard stepped inside and saw the Great Scholar Socrates hunched over, intensely scrutinizing a Papyrus Scroll on his desk, his brows furrowed as if he had encountered a great difficulty. Upon noticing Richard’s entrance, Socrates briefly lifted his head and then continued to lower his gaze to the Scroll, casually saying, “Ah, Richard, right? Please wait for me for a moment, I have some issues to deal with, I’ll be done soon.”
“Alright,” Richard nodded and sat down nearby, waiting patiently. He understood how some people did not wish to be disturbed while engrossed in their research, as any disruption could make it difficult or demand a great deal of energy to regain their train of thought or inspiration.
And this wait turned out to be more than two hours.
After over two hours, Socrates suddenly slapped the Papyrus Scroll on the table with a loud “snap!” His face turned somewhat red, and he breathed heavily as he cursed, “Damn! This damned question! It simply cannot be answered, this…”
After cursing for a while, Socrates realized something and suddenly stopped, looking at Richard with a slightly embarrassed expression.
“Ah, um…” the Great Scholar Socrates asked, looking at Richard, “how long have you been waiting?”
“It’s almost noon,” Richard replied.
“Ah, it’s already been that long? I truly apologize,” the Great Scholar said, “It was inconsiderate of me, there’s just a problem that has really been troubling me.”
“Ah,” Richard responded, not saying much else.
However, Great Scholar Socrates continued, “It’s an old bastard trying to torment me! This old bastard and I are somewhat friends, and after I teach his students for a while, he feels there’s nothing more they can learn from me and sends them to continue their studies with him.
Today, however, he’s gone mad. He had one of my students from a long time ago send me a question to answer, wanting to see if I, whether or not I’ve grown so old that my mind has become rigid. At first glance, it seemed just a simple question, but the more I thought about it, the more complex it seemed, and before I knew it, two hours had passed. Well, if you’re interested, you could take a look; maybe you could give me some new ideas.”
Upon hearing this, Richard’s eyes twinkled; he walked over and quickly scanned the Papyrus Scroll where it was scribbled:
In White Rock City, there is a notorious thief named Rade who believes not only is his thieving skill exceptional, but he is also extraordinarily clever, and if not for life’s demands, he could have become a distinguished Great Scholar.
However, the counterfeit Great Scholar Sula thinks differently, as Rade’s words are simply not true. Not just anyone can become a Great Scholar, even a counterfeit one.
Unconvinced, Rade challenges Sula, who readily accepts.
Rade poses this problem to Sula: “In your courtyard, there are thirteen houses lined up. I will steal one of your treasures and hide it in one of these houses, moving to an adjacent house each day to hide anew.
If you want your stolen treasure back, you must search each house to find me, but you can only search one house per day.
So, do you have a way, not relying on luck but using your wisdom, to find me? If you can’t, then I can stay in the houses indefinitely, and you’ll never find your treasure, proving that I am smarter than you.”
After hearing this problem, Sula initially deemed it simple but soon realized it was quite challenging.
So… my wise old friend Socrates, as a Great Scholar, are you able to solve this problem? Could you help the counterfeit Great Scholar Sula defeat Rade?
If you can do this, it will prove you’re still the smart Socrates of before. If not, perhaps changing your name to Sula would be more fitting.
From an old friend, Adod.
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