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Chapter 91 Jubail

Knowing astronomy from above and geography from below, of course it’s not me - the author
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Seabrand was still walking forward and didn't realize the sudden danger behind him. If there was a chance, he would definitely not appear here, but hid in that cold and damp hut.

Because he had just reprimanded the soldiers around, they had basically returned to their respective posts.

Moreover, the incident happened suddenly, and only Jubeir and another soldier witnessed how the two people who rushed out killed the conceited Seabrand.

Altaïr punched the soldier in the abdomen first, and then inserted his hidden sword into his chin, causing a convulsion that became lifeless.

Gao Long came after him, and hit Seabrand's waist directly with the enchanted ice arrow technique, and then cut open along the wound forcefully, exposing most of the abdominal cavity to the air.

Sibrand only heard that Jubail seemed to be yelling something, and then felt a sharp pain in his waist. He looked down and saw that his abdominal cavity had been opened, and all the internal organs flowed out.

He couldn't feel the pain at this time, but he was so panicked that he used his hands to stuff back the organs that had slipped out of his body, but the blood stained his hands red and took away his life at the same time.

Jubail wanted to escape at this time, but Altaïr drew out a throwing knife and threw it at Jubail's calf, and fell to the ground with a sharp pain as he blocked it.

Immediately Gao Long drew out his own Tang Dao, and first stabbed Seabrand in the heart to ensure his death and increase the tempering speed, and then chopped off the leg of Jubail who was lying on the ground with a stride. .

There was another burst of wailing, and Jubail was already sweating profusely because of the pain, and it was useless to cover the severed limbs with his hands, "You!! You!! Who are you!" Curious thirst for knowledge, but this seems to be inconsistent with his thinking, all knowledge should be burned, right?

Naturally, Gao Long wouldn't talk nonsense with him, and with another stab, a head left the place where he should have been, the neck, and along with it, there was a lot of blood gushing out.

The surrounding soldiers naturally also noticed this situation, and Altaïr shouted "Go!" to Gao Long, then took out two throwing knives, hit the faces of two nearby soldiers, and killed them with one blow.

Gao Long put away the Tang knife, took out the gray mist dagger, and was about to leave.

Of course, the scene changed again at this time. Gao Long hadn't used the spell yet, so he could only sigh in his heart. Why was the plot always forced to develop?

Because of Gao Long, the development of the plot was changed, so all playbacks returned to the original pace.

Jubail is still in Damascus, and the scene at this time appears to be a conference hall.

The ground in the hall is full of books, books that have been burned, plus books that are about to be burned.

Al-Jubeir stood on a high platform and shouted to the scholars below: "Every piece of paper in the city will be burned!"

A scholar who came in a hurry ran in from the gate. Seeing everything here, he stamped his feet angrily and said to Jubair sadly, "Why are you doing this! You can't do this! There is something hidden in these parchments." There is a lot of knowledge, and our ancestors left this behind for a reason.”

This scholar was also one of the famous scholars in Damascus who was very immersed in the ocean of knowledge.

"What reason?" Jubair smiled disdainfully.

"They are streetlights that guide us and keep us from falling into the darkness of ignorance," said the scholar.

Jubail threw another book in his hand into the fire, "No, these papers are full of lies! They poison your mind, and as long as they exist, you will not be able to see the world as it really is. "

Seeing Jubair's actions, the scholar was very angry, "How can you treat these files as weapons? They are tools for learning knowledge!"

Jubail picked up another copy and flipped through it a few times. "You take them as answers and help? You depend on them more than you think, and this time makes you weak and stupid. You believe so Words written in ink, have you ever wondered who wrote them and why? No, you simply accepted it meaninglessly. What if these are all lies? This time is very dangerous." Zhu What Bayer said seemed to make sense.

The scholar yelled at Al-Jubeir, "You are wrong! These words are the gift of knowledge, and we need them."

Looking at the scholar, Jubair laughed again, "Oh, you love your precious books and would do anything for them?"

The scholar was stunned by Al-Jubeir's question, "Well, yes, of course."

Jubeir clapped his hands to the other scholars next to him, "Then join them!" Then a person holding a thick book came out from behind the scholar, and hit him heavily on the head.

Blood flowed out following his fall, followed by two people who threw the scholar alive into the fire that was still burning books.

The scholar who woke up from the burning pain wanted to escape from the sea of ​​flames, but was thrown back into the flames by the thick book, leaving only the howling of pain, heart-piercing, and it disappeared after a while live.

Jubeir looked at this scene and said to the people around him, "Anyone who says the same thing as him will be dealt with like this! Who else wants to object?" Jubeir glanced at the scholars who were burning books "Very well, what you have to do is very simple. Go to the city, collect all the books, and pile them up next to each other. When you are done, we will collect them all and burn them."

Almost all the books in the hall were burned, so the scholars left one after another to collect them in the city. At this time, only Jubeir was left standing on the high platform, looking at the embers below that had not yet burned out.

Altaïr appeared from somewhere and pressed his hidden sword against Jubair's neck.

"Why? Why did you do that?" Jubeir still didn't panic when he saw the sharp hidden sword on his neck.

"People must be free to choose what they believe, even if we don't agree with it, and don't go out of our way to punish them for what they believe." Altaïr understood what Jubail was asking.

"What should we do?" Jubair sneered.

"You people know what to do, educate them, teach them what is right and wrong, but you must inform them in a free way, not force them." As a chief scholar, Jubair is of course supposed to know all this.

"They won't learn, they just stubbornly go their own way, your thinking is too naive." Jubeir shook his head, "This is a disease... and there is only this kind of treatment."

Altaïr pressed the Hidden Blade hard, "You were wrong, so now you must rest in peace."

Jubeir looked at the books still burning in front of him, "Isn't my existence the same as those precious books you want to save, a kind of knowledge you don't agree with? You stole my life like this." Zhu What Bayer said was completely different from what the previous businessmen said.

"It is necessary to save more people with smaller sacrifices." Altaïr said lightly.

Jubair smiled again, "Aren't those ancient volumes inspiring the Crusaders? But they also gave Saladin and his people the righteous anger they thought they had? Their writings were harming each other and bringing them death. , All I have done is officially a small sacrifice." As he spoke, Jubair charged forward with the hidden sword on his neck, and Altaïr didn't even have time to stop. "It doesn't matter now, you have already done it. I took action...so did I..."

The screen ends here.

(End of this chapter)