The world controlled by dice [Western Fantasy]

Professor Bright was Sirius Noel's mentor during his two-year apprenticeship.

He is an old man in his late sixties, with brown and gray hair that is slightly disheveled and unkempt.He was a widower without a wife and children, and he kept his past secret.

He was, however, a stern yet gracious mentor.There was always an intelligent, sly gleam in his amber pupils.Academically, this professor helped Siles a lot.

Yesterday afternoon, when Siles came to the university for an interview, Professor Bright also secretly reminded him not to be nervous, as if the position had already been reserved by Siles.I don't know how much Professor Bright contributed to it.

Siles took two steps forward to welcome Professor Bright.

Professor Brett was wearing a warm brown-red robe, covering his short and stocky body.He was a small man with a ruddy complexion who looked perfectly healthy and strong.After a while, he hurried to Siles.

Before he could speak, he glanced at the appearance in the office, and immediately exclaimed: "What's going on!"

"I haven't had time to sort it out yet," said Siles.

Professor Bright grumbled and complained for his former student. The content was nothing more than that the college's attitude towards the young professor Siles was too indifferent.

Siles said: "I'm afraid they are worried that there is some important information in it, and they need professionals to come and sort it out."

"That crazy old man Kabell?!" Professor Bright yelled, "What important information does he have?"

Siles showed a slightly surprised expression, and he asked, "Professor Cabell?"

Professor Bright's expression froze, and then he realized that he had slipped his mouth, and said awkwardly: "Yes... This office, as well as your position, used to belong to Professor Kabell."

Siles nodded slowly, thoughtfully.

Professor Bright said, "Go in and talk. Have you eaten yet?"

Thinking of the little piece of white bread in the morning, Siles hesitated and shook his head.

Professor Bright looked at his former students with slight dissatisfaction, and said, "Young people who have just graduated..." He said to himself, "Then let's go to the cafeteria together later."

They roughly organized the materials and papers in the office.As for other dust and dirt, there is nothing we can do for the time being.Soon, Siles selected a few manuscripts, which were about the content of the course, and planned to take them back to study.

After finishing all this, he asked Professor Bright: "Professor, Professor Kabell has left?"

"Of course," said Professor Bright. "He's getting old and says he can't take on the teaching job. But I think he's in very good health. Who knows what's going on with him."

Brett seemed very dissatisfied with Kabell's attitude.

Professor Cabell is very famous in the Faculty of Arts and History.There are several professors who study literary history in the Faculty of Literature and History, and Professor Kabell is the most withdrawn.This is a strange old man with white hair all over his head.

When Siles was still studying, he often heard his classmates talk about this professor behind his back, and the tone and content were very... contemptuous.

In the past, the intersection between Professor Siles and Kabell was limited to a certain professional elective course, and he did not take other courses taught by Kabell.He doesn't seem to have any apprentices, and he doesn't communicate with other professors in the college, but concentrates on a certain research of his own.

Moreover, the courtyard's attitude towards this is ambiguous.It seems to support, but it also indulges the gossip in the academy.

Siles asked again: "Then, why did you choose me?"

Professor Bright hesitated for a while, and finally said frankly: "It was originally planned to let Kabell's teaching assistant take up this position. Do you remember that gloomy young man?" Seeing that Sirius nodded, he continued, "But, The kid is out of reach."

Siles asked in surprise, "Can't get in touch?"

"Yes." Professor Bright said, "The semester is about to start, and he hasn't sent the teaching plan yet, so the dean contacted him, but he couldn't find anyone, let alone anyone with him. close people.

"In the end, I had to find one temporarily. However, you don't have to worry, since you're here, you can't be driven away. I'm here."

Siles smiled sincerely and said, "Thank you."

Professor Bright clapped his hands contentedly, and said: "Siles, you are indeed a good boy. You will make a great career, that's what I said." He stood up, "Okay, let's go Come on, let's go eat. See how hungry you are."

This kind elder with a slightly joking attitude took Siles to a meal in the university cafeteria.

In Siles' memory, he has also spent countless meals here.The taste of the canteen is not bad, and it is cheap and affordable, but the dishes are not as familiar as He Jiayin, a former earthling.

...But he has to be familiar with the world after all, isn't he?

After dinner, Sirius and Professor Bright took a walk on the campus and chatted about the courses.Siles asked some distressed questions, and Professor Bright also gave some pointers with a sense of watching the excitement.

In the end, he concluded: "You have to have some confidence in yourself, Sirius. You are my best student. In two years, I will also be retiring. At that time..."

He didn't say anything, but gave him a look at Sirius rather suggestively.

Older professors with high qualifications are of course much better treated than young professors like Siles - much better.

Siles didn't know Professor Bright's actual income, but he recalled Professor Bright's extravagant appearance in the past, and felt a little motivation for a while.

However, he thought again, how long can he really stay in this professorship?

Siles thanked Professor Bright for his kindness.

Soon, Professor Bright said that he had other things to go back to the office.His office is also on the fourth floor. He probably was going to the office just now, but he bumped into Siles on the way.

Siles bid farewell to Professor Bright.

He can't think of any solution to the slightly messy office for the time being, maybe after he moves to the dormitory of Ramifa University, he can take the time to tidy up and clean it up.

Now there is neither time nor tools.

Soon, Siles boarded the return carriage with the manuscript materials he had found.

The return route is slightly different.The stagecoach line he was on ran in a clockwise circle, like a circle.He walked the upper half of the circle when he came, and now it is the lower half.

This allowed him to see more of the bustling scenes of the East City: the huge and wide central square, the mighty and tall statue of the founder, the majestic and towering cathedral, the crowded business district, the quiet and elegant residential neighborhood...

Suddenly, the driver reminded loudly: "History has arrived!"

The public carriage stopped slowly.

Siles froze.At this moment, he hesitated for a moment, thinking of the business card Grenfell handed him, and then decided to squeeze the other passengers to get off, and looked at the small but exquisite building in front of him.

He couldn't tell what style of building it was, and it couldn't match the architectural style of the earth.

There are spires, bell towers, Gothic willow windows and stained glass windows, and Roman-style semi-circular arched roofs. There is no shortage of mix-and-match styles, as if mixing the past history together.

However, considering that this is the seat of the Historical Society, Siles felt that this appearance was quite normal.

Now Siles was wearing black casual clothes, with a lot of documents under his arm, and a long-handled umbrella in his hand, which seemed very inconvenient.But in the end, he made his way to the building of the Historical Society.

Some information about the Historical Society flashed through his mind, but not much.

A scholar like him who just came out of the academy system doesn't know much about exchange institutions in the city such as the Historical Society.He probably knows that the Historical Society is a platform for history lovers to communicate.

And the existing god in this world is the god of the past and history, known as the "keeper of the gap in time and space", Antinam.

The "Church of the Past", which regards Antinam as its belief, is the only legal belief organization in this world.

...That's why Grenfell said that the Historical Society is a semi-official organization?

Soon, Siles saw a lady in the empty lobby on the first floor of the Historical Society.She was sitting on the sofa in the lobby, as if waiting for something.

She is about 20 years old, wearing a decent blue dress, holding a wide-brimmed hat and a small beaded bag in her hand, she looks more like a pampered noble lady.

But the agitated, excited look on her face spoiled that elegance.She is like a little girl who has encountered an adult's secret, panicked and nervous, but also excited and looking forward to it.

Siles felt that she might bring some information he needed.

As he walked toward her, Sirius waited for the sound of the dice, but he failed to hear the gurgling until he reached the lady.

...so this lady won't trigger the judgment?

Why?Since he already has the vice president's business card, doesn't he need other people to trigger related information?

As a former secret keeper, Siles habitually analyzed in his brain.

It's a pity that he couldn't communicate with his host at all, and he didn't know what his character card looked like, let alone what kind of script he was working on.

This is really embarrassing.

When he walked in front of the lady, the other party had already spotted him.The lady saw Sirius walking towards her, as if she had found a fellow traveler, she immediately got up and asked him, "Are you also here for the revelation?"

Siles couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Revelator?What revelator?

Before Siles could answer, the young lady continued on her own, without pausing a single word: "I've heard friends talk about that kind of magical power, but I don't know that I can No grasp.

"In any case, the Historical Society is my best choice. I will not go to churches with too many rules, nor will I go to those evil and weird strange sects.

"...I got a business card, how about you?"

The young lady took a business card from her pouch and showed it to Celes.

Siles kept a polite distance, glanced at it, and whispered, "Yes, I got that card too."

That was the business card of Joseph Morton, vice president of the Historical Society.

"That's great!" the young lady cheered, "Now I've found a companion!"

Siles smiled, but thought in his heart that he may not know as much as this lady.