The days of learning black magic in another world

Heller Velen scratched her head.

Riemann left him the few pieces of parchment and a sentence of unknown meaning, and then drifted away. If it wasn't for the fact that the parchment could be touched, he would have wondered if it was because he didn't wake up this morning. of a dream.

The parchment left by Riemann is really not "rich in content"-of course, it is very rich in terms of information. He left a point of view, and some arguments that can support this point of view can be clearly understood by anyone. Understand what he wants to express.

But this is not an article that can be published, Heller Velen, he has to add branches and leaves to this bare tree trunk...

After scratching his head for a long time, he finally turned to the bookshelf, took out the "Why Gods Are Gods" and started studying again.

……

After a rest day and a school day of sneaking fish at Springs College, Velen finally filled the parchment that Riemann had given him.

The opening paragraph praises the God of Light.

The second paragraph begins to describe the appearance of ships appearing on the horizon from a high tower with a telescope.

This leads to the thinking that the earth has a raised curvature.

The moon is round, other stars are round, there's no reason we can't live on one planet.

And if we live on a planet, we can go around the sun smoothly-insert a paragraph praising the God of Light.

Finally, if this assumption is true, then there are many other strange phenomena that can be explained, such as lunar eclipse-Riemann drew a few schematic diagrams to construct the principle of lunar eclipse under this premise.

Praise the God of Light one last time.

Huh - done!Heller breathed a sigh of relief.

Well... the next step is to publish this article.

As Riemann said, he didn't mention a little mathematics in it, so he couldn't publish it in Mathematics, so there was only one choice-newspapers.

Now that the publishing channel is solved, there is one problem left...

What name do you want to publish it with?

Riemann said that he could not publish it under his original name-that is for sure, after all he is on the wanted list, but he did not leave a pseudonym!

Velen felt himself in trouble.

In the dark night, several candles were lit in the study of Velen's mansion, and among them was a Heller in pajamas frowning and pacing back and forth.

The sound of kicking and kicking lasted for more than ten minutes, and a human voice suddenly sounded.

"Riemann Iserveld... Riemann Iserveld? What is his middle name?!"

"Did I never ask his middle name?!"

Heller Velen knocked himself on the head violently.

"Forget it... just make up a name that you can tell it's a pseudonym at a glance. Anyway, there are never many people who are idle and boring in the newspaper."

The article ended up being published under the name "Will".

Heller Velen chose it for two reasons.

First of all, I barely matched a syllable in Iserveld.

Secondly, Will is William's nickname. Normal aristocrats would not use this name. It is obvious at a glance that it is a pseudonym. People who read this article will only think of the young master who is too idle to play tickets.

Velen thought he was very witty.

……

Villen felt that he had come up with a wonderful pseudonym for Riemann, and after handing over the article to the newspaper, he went to see what Riemann called the "spinning machine" with peace of mind and joy.

He simply put this matter behind him, never thinking about what follow-up is needed.

Sydney King's Capital, Donic College.

"Continue to learn the calculation of integrals today. In the previous lessons, we have learned the integrals corresponding to individual basic functions. Of course, these functions can be added and subtracted at will, because we have..."You all know who" proposed the formula .”

"Hey, let's look at integrals of trigonometric functions that don't appear in the basic formulas today, such as the indefinite integral of sin? Who's the article, you should be able to quickly think of the corresponding ideas now, I hope you can successfully write this idea on paper."

"start."

As soon as Professor Housman finished speaking, Gray immediately grabbed a pen and began to count.

Professor Housman doesn't like to move his huge body most of the time, except for one moment.

"Idiot! Idiot! You are already wrong!"

Yes, at this time, Professor Housman will never give up any chance to blow his students' self-confidence, so every time he assigns a topic in class, he will make Gray and the others feel like they are facing an enemy and get 120 points To deal with it, otherwise you can only deal with a professor who is furious.

Fortunately...fortunately...he was still reading Riemann Iserveld yesterday...oh no, the little book "You Know Which" by "You Know Who".

He was very glad that he left the book from the hands of the Holy See with a nonsensical reason, otherwise he would be the next person to be scolded bloody by the professor...

Deformation...get cos2x...OK, you can ask for it.

"Well, very good, Gray's thinking is correct, you idiots, I don't even know how to teach you!"

Gray breathed a sigh of relief.

Two hours later, Professor Housman, who finished today's cursing session, left the classroom with a dissatisfied face.

He went back to his gilded office and decided to give his brain a vacation - that's why he hated class, how could one be in a better mood when faced with a bunch of idiots? ?

If one day he dies, he will definitely be killed by this group of students.

Subconsciously, he reached for the magazine on the table, paused, and turned to the pile of newspapers—he had to give his brain a break, didn't he?Looking at another pile of crap written crap is definitely not the right way to give your brain a break.

"Hmph, is it worth writing an article about that idiot Perrier's fall on the road?"

"Talking dog, hmph, what kind of fool would believe such a report?"

"Hey, what a fool."

Errol, Professor Hausmann's valet, calmly listened to Master Gada disparaging every report or article he could see, while maintaining the normal temperature of the teapot.

Sudden--

"What kind of fool is this?!"

Professor Housman suddenly yelled angrily, and Errol paused cautiously. He knew his master very well. Reaction to funny content.

He asked at the right time: "What's the matter, sir?"

"Some... a guy who dare not even mention his name is here to flatter the Holy See and write some purely speculative content!"

"Hmph, when will these guys understand that the inferences made by their empty brains based on things that can be seen with the eyes are completely worthless, and an article without any mathematics is completely beyond their control! "

"Oh sure, sir... so what did this overreaching fellow write?"

"He said that the ground we are on is the surface of the planet, and we are revolving around the sun like the star Marles. Huh, who does he think he is, Iserveld? Iserveld has come up with real mathematics Reasoningly, this guy is just a follower who loves to flatter."

"No, I have to prove that he is just talking nonsense, and let him see that his empty 'logical reasoning' is a so-called shield in front of mathematics that is too rusty to withstand even a punch!"

Professor Hausman put down the newspaper in his hand in dissatisfaction, and turned his eyes to think. He has never been interested in astronomy, but there are still such people among the people he knows.

"Come on, Errol, to the Antons' house."

……

Anton is an idler among the aristocrats in the royal capital. His only hobby is stargazing. His father left him a huge amount of wealth. He used part of this wealth to build an incomparable and beautiful observatory. star station.

Here are the most precise and exquisite sextants and quadrants in the whole continent. It is no exaggeration to say that Anston has accumulated the most accurate records of astrology in the world in decades of observations.

And he is very precious about these records. From time to time, he invites others to visit the observatory he spent a lot of money on, but he never allows anyone to pry into his data-that is his real treasure.

But today he was destined to suffer the worst heartbreak and blow of his life.

"Duke Hausmann? He, what did he come to me for?"

Anston blinked his confused eyes. Duke Hausmann's status is aloof, he doesn't like to socialize, and he doesn't even give face to the queen. Ten years old, he has only met the duke twice, and it is still far away, so the sudden visit of the other party can only make him feel puzzled.

But he still moved in a hurry, ordered the servants to prepare refreshments, changed himself into clothes that could meet the distinguished guests, and then just in time to greet His Excellency the Duke at the door.

"Your Excellency, what wind brought you here..."

"Anston, you have an observatory, don't you?"

Anston blinked: "Yes..."

His observatory is very famous, but in his impression, the duke is not interested in astronomical phenomena...

"Show me the star map trajectory data you recorded."

Anston: "Gah?"

Professor Hausman glanced at him: "What's the matter? If you have an observatory, then there must be data. Otherwise, why did you build the observatory?"

Anston nearly burst into tears.

He... he has a star observatory, and he also has data! That's right!But he, he doesn't want to show it to others!

He wanted to yell out the above, but he didn't dare, after all, uh, this was Duke Hausmann.

So he held back the words, and responded sullenly: "Your Excellency, please come with me... woo..."