He was actually a conservative person, and he was not keen on destroying traditions. He was unwilling to continue this kind of thing, either because he realized that this was not good for everyone, or because he was powerless at the time.
"So the 'Curse of Wisdom' is just a joke?" she asked. "It's not a real curse?"
"Of course not!" Firm jumped out again, "If there really is such a curse, we would like it to come more often! That's not something a little girl like you can understand!"
Hitzfeld stared at him quietly for a while, until his back became hairy, and then he spoke: "...Did you get it?"
"I—" Firm's expression suddenly changed, "I don't understand what you mean! Count Xieyang!"
"Let's summarize the current information..." Hitzfeld muttered with his head down, "Richard Barish died with his amazing wisdom. This is definitely bad news for Sarah. But this is not only because his death itself is a great loss, but also because for those who covet the knowledge in his brain, they have not had time to figure out where his amazing wisdom comes from."
"You should think carefully about the consequences of what you said!" Firm's hands on his knees trembled, "You are slandering an old scholar... I can sue you in the Knights' Order!"
"The Oak Leaf Knights?" Hitzfeld played with his hair. "That's an organization that's more academic... You might as well go directly to Her Majesty and report me. The Knights will report to her anyway."
Film was so mad at her that he stood up and walked out without saying a word, ignoring all etiquette and friendship.
Halfway through the walk, he probably realized that there was someone who had not caught up with him. He turned around and saw Jinsen standing there with his knees bent, looking at him with an embarrassed expression.
Afraid of offending her?
My assistant, the one I had used for so long, the one I could almost consider my successor, was appointed by the little girl king...
Thinking this through, Firm became even angrier and whispered, "Come here!"
"You guys go back first." Pusiangsi controlled the puppet to smooth things over, "Calm down Firmin and tell him not to get angry over such a small matter."
"This isn't over yet, Grace."
Firmin squinted and looked over.
"I can give up what you promised, but we have to make it clear what you really think!"
He snorted heavily again, and slammed the door and left with the support of Jinsen.
After the two men left, no matter what others thought, Professor Cindy breathed a sigh of relief.
On one side was the old principal and the director of the Kingdom's secret service, and on the other side was the predecessor's predecessor as dean. He felt extremely uncomfortable being caught in the middle, and he had to think for a long time before saying anything.
"Any thoughts?"
Hearing this question suddenly, Cindy looked up in confusion and found that the young countess was staring at her with her one eye.
"For what I just said."
She means...what is Dean Film planning?
At this time, Professor Cindy instinctively recalled the miraculous legends about Richard Barish. It was against common sense that he knew so many things, and that was not something he was born with, but because he was blessed by God to awaken his wisdom.
So that's how it is... Her words can be understood as follows: She thought Dean Film had also had such doubts, and after studying Richard Barish's habits during his lifetime, Dean Film connected "Thanks to God" with the Baimu tree, and believed that raising Baimu would be a good choice.
The spirit may be the secret to Barish's awakening wisdom.
No wonder Dean Film was so angry.
Cindy finally realized.
The old scholar's body was half buried in the ground. He was not seeking money or power, but only posthumous fame.
But if Count Xie Yang's accusation is established, it means that his long-term behavior of nurturing Bai Mu's spirit is not "remembering the wise man" as everyone says, but an attempt to steal the wise man's secrets.
This is extremely disrespectful. If his motives were exaggerated like this, his reputation would be completely ruined.
Chapter 67 Eavesdropping
"I have no idea about these things..." Cindy felt his head was in a mess, and he made up his mind not to get involved in these people's fight - no matter what they were fighting about, he didn't want to join in anyway.
"Let me ask you something." Hitzfeld turned to look at the puppet of Grace, "Regarding that tree, has the school considered that it might have some unstable factors?"
The implication was that the tree might be in danger. Pussia raised her eyebrows, thinking that Hitzfeld was meddling in other people's affairs and actually questioned her.
"Since you have come here to investigate, you must know who planted the tree together with whom," she said. "To some extent, it is part of the glory and history of Puslinte. Of course, the school will not move it just for such a small matter in order to commemorate them."
Little things.
Indeed, Bai Mu said it was planted in Pusilint. But the entire Pusilint is just a dream carried by Grestzhen. Pusiangsi lives in the Dream Gallery and never leaves just to guard this thing. Bai Mu said it was planted under her nose, so she knows best whether it poses a threat or not.
I asked Professor Cindy some more questions later and found that he really didn't know much. After inheriting the position of dean, he was busy with various things, and it was a relief for him to nourish Bai Mu's spirit every week.
According to his own words, "You have no idea how difficult it is to deal with children these days. Sometimes I wish that tree would suck me dry so that I can take sick leave and not come back for a while."
Pusilint students are indeed more difficult to manage than those in other schools.
Hitzfeld understood this very well and kept smiling when he heard him say this.
She had taught Ferdinand before, so she knew that those young masters would look down on those who were teaching assistants. Especially after the students of the Divine Academy had experienced a special teaching assistant like her, they would definitely be more demanding of the next professor or dean who was a teaching assistant.
So, I had some credit for Professor Cindy's suffering...
Hitzfeld felt a little guilty.
To be able to pass the assessment of Pusiens and reach this position, Cindy's character and academics must be fine. He is definitely capable of taking on the important task.
But that's probably not a trait that can be revealed in a short period of time - especially not one that can be quickly recognized by a group of little kids.
After all, Cindy is not like her. She has received modern education. Even if she is not well-educated, she can quickly gain respect by throwing out a few new concepts... It will take him longer than her to gain the same respect.
After the restless dean left, only Hitzfeld and Priscilla were left in the office.
"Would you like some?" The latter opened the drawer and took out a bunch of incense, lighting it without waiting for her consent.
It was the scent of a soothing incense, and Hitzfeld perked up, then suddenly realized her intention.
...Since she can bring the effects of the nourishing incense directly to the Dream City, can't she use a similar method to give Bai Mu a large dose of nourishing spirit?
For example, directly roll a cloud of nourishing incense or some other medicine mist into Grace's dream in reality. Providing nutrition to Bai Mu in this way is much more efficient than artificial spiritual nourishment once a week, right?
"As you can see, I have tried every method you can think of." Pusiangsi said lightly.
"Don't think I'm that slow, okay... I'm not stupid. If it really posed a threat, I wouldn't let it stay here."
"What's the reason?" Hitzfeld frowned. "Why can't Bai Mu's seeds survive?"
"Because it doesn't want children."
"...?"
"Is it hard to understand?" The puppet tilted its head. "Then let me put it another way... It does sow seeds according to the seasons. Those seeds can sprout at first, but soon their spirits will be drained by the 'mother' around them, and gradually their spirits will wither and die."
"..." Hitzfeld was silent for a while, as if he was digesting this information.
After a long time, she spoke: "You already know the reason..."
"Yes."
"Why didn't you just tell me when I asked you before?"
"I haven't taken care of that tree for a long time, and I might remember it wrongly. I need to check the records after you leave to confirm it." The puppet's tone was very natural. "And I also want to hear what those three people say. Maybe they know something."
"So what did you gain?"
"Well... I should say 'no' now."
"Firm's impure motives aren't considered a gain?"
"You don't think that you can completely determine the nature of this matter with just a few words from you, do you?" The puppet shook his head. "Are people's minds so easy to guess? And even if that's the case, what can you do? You can only bring down someone who disrespects you. The thing you want to investigate is still shrouded in mystery."
She was right.
Hitzfeld clenched his fists.
The purpose of this meeting is to see if any of the three people have any connection with the Barish family, and whether they are secretly transferring Bai Mu's spirit to Richard Barish who may be alive.
But not only did they not have such suspicion, but they often transferred their spiritual thoughts to Bai Mu, which was far from what was speculated.
wrong……!
After a brief moment of confusion, Hitzfeld discovered a strange place.
Pushuangsi...the teacher's expression is very strange.
Like you are expecting something?
She said 'no' before but didn't say it directly, instead she said 'not now'.
Combined with the fact that she had been controlling the direction the puppet was looking at from just now...
Hitzfeld quickly glanced around the office, his eyes finally falling on the windowsill behind "Grest".
He almost ran over, tiptoed to move his buttocks onto the windowsill, turned sideways to bring his feet up, and then pulled the curtains closed with both hands.
As soon as she finished doing this, she heard the door open.
"Grest...where's the girl?"
It's Film!
Hitzfeld's eyes widened.
It seems she was right.
The teacher has played Grace for so many years and is indeed very familiar with their temperaments.
"You can't see her, so she's gone."
"Gone? But I was watching down there the whole time. I only saw Cindy, not her."
"This is Dream City, Firm. Think about it, do you have to walk up stairs to get out of a dream?"
Film was silent for a while.
Hitzfeld held his breath.
She knew very well, and she was sure that Pusiens also knew, that Firmin must have come back specially because he had something important to explain to the principal.
They are all waiting.
Wait for Film to reveal the real bombshell.
But Hitzfeld never expected that this so-called explosive news could be so explosive—
"You're not getting any younger, Grest."
Firmin spoke again.
His voice was deep and he didn't sound angry at all. He was like a completely different person.
"You see, you were once the most powerful extraordinary person in the world... Because of your existence - you enveloped the entire Wayne with your huge spiritual thoughts, and Sarah was able to survive during that dark period."
"This is not because of some shackles, or some so-called royal power..."
Is he crazy?
Hitzfeld is simply going to be rocked for a year.
Does he know what he's talking about?
If such words were said in any other situation, she swore that Film would be hanged - no, that was even too mild - he would be beheaded like those rebels!
Pusiangsi was obviously shocked. After a long while, she spoke: "I think you may not have had enough rest, Firm... I think you are not very awake..."
"No! I'm awake!"
Film's tone was firm instead.
"Have you ever thought about this, Grace? Why are people of our talents confined to this position? Why are you, as the strongest extraordinary person, hiding here and doing nothing? How many people do you think know your reputation now?"
The puppet defended himself: "I don't care about these things..."
"But some people care." Film interrupted him, "I care, other people care, and most importantly - the people care!"
"Firm, you must be out of your mind--"
"I don't!"
Firmin interrupted her again.
There was a brief silence, and Hitzfeld heard him breathing heavily in the room, and the sound of footsteps - he seemed to be pacing back and forth in the middle of the office.
"I don't know how to remind you, Grace... I don't know how to tell you so that you can understand this: our current system is not necessarily perfect."
Film said.
“No system is perfect…”
"No! You don't understand at all!"
