Chapter 1230

"First, let's look at Inheritance and Sage. They are two completely opposite symbols, but both represent power. The former represents physical power—as in, using Inheritance Inscriptions can enhance the user's physical strength. The Sage represents magical power, which can enhance the user's magical power and the might of magic."

"Now, let's focus here."

The morning's lecture ended perfectly.

However, Lin Cheng also noticed that a few self-important old-timers in class seemed to look down on him, just like how there were always mischievous students in his past-life classroom. It was probably because of his earlier theory about the Heavenly Tome, which he couldn't produce concrete evidence for, making those old-timers think he was just throwing his weight around.

Some old-timers thought their little movements below were very subtle, unaware that he could see everything clearly from the podium.

Lin Cheng could understand the hardships of his past-life teachers from this self-deception. Most of the time, they clearly saw behaviors that violated classroom rules, but could only pretend not to, turning a blind eye.

But he was a stickler for the rules.

Before class ended, Lin Cheng announced publicly: "Regarding this afternoon's class, I think the meeting room is actually large enough. Remove all the tables and chairs. Short ones stand in front, tall ones stand in back. Don't say I don't look after the old folks. If anyone feels old and frail, a special chair can be set aside at the very front."

The moment these words were spoken, some smiths standing at the windows outside the meeting room were overjoyed, as they could all observe up close now.

Honestly, in previous classes, some middle-aged smiths inevitably had some nearsightedness and couldn't see clearly. Now it was fine—they could see clearly.

However, these words also caused dissatisfaction among the elders who previously had seats. With their status, they were actually being made to stand together with a bunch of ordinary smiths—what kind of propriety was that?

Lin Cheng couldn't be bothered with that. He turned and left the Guild, planning to return to Flying Fox Restaurant for lunch, take a nap, and then come back to the Guild for class.

He had his rules, and no one was exempt. If anyone broke them, then sorry—his class didn't welcome them.

"Wait, Lin Cheng." President Huoerde caught up with Lin Cheng, who was about to leave.

"What is it, President?"

Lin Cheng stopped walking, turned around, curious about why the President had called him.

"Lin Cheng, is the matter about the Heavenly Tome true? Has your Tut family truly been guarding the secret of the Heavenly Tome all along?"

So it was about that.

Lin Cheng had thought President Huoerde was going to oppose making those old men stand for class, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"President, I've already made it very clear in class: Inscriptions are the script that records the Heavenly Tome. I have no intention of deceiving everyone. Because it brings me no benefit at all, and the Heavenly Tome absolutely records the knowledge and power of super-intelligence. Guarding the secret of the Heavenly Tome isn't quite right either—I simply never had the chance to speak of it."

"What is super-intelligence?"

"Simply put, it's gods! But I don't think they can really be counted as gods—divine officeholders! Essentially they are also people, but they possess immense power beyond the norm, power enough to grant them immortality! Called gods by us ignorant fools!"

Unbelievable!

Compared to Lin Cheng's indifferent appearance, President Huoerde wore an unspeakably complex expression, his heart even more so. He hadn't expected that behind Inscriptions was actually entangled such a complex system.

Gods?

Do they truly exist?

Regarding gods, the Empire internally simply didn't believe in them at all. Only the Western Kingdoms believed in so-called gods!

Within the Eastern Emperor Tianwu's Empire, royal authority reigned supreme. With a long historical lineage, the common people had long grown accustomed to rule by royal authority, valuing pragmatism and hard work, and simply didn't believe in so-called gods—because believing in gods couldn't fill their bellies.

But in the Western Kingdoms, divine authority reigned supreme. Their history was only a few hundred years long, and at first they were nothing more than bands of exiled bandits.

They intermarried with the local natives, and gradually their population grew. The people, accustomed to freedom, refused to obey so-called self-proclaimed kings. To better rule, they had no choice but to fabricate so-called deities for easier management and governance.

"If there's nothing else, I'll come back this afternoon." With that, Lin Cheng turned and left.

President Huoerde watched Lin Cheng leave, just as Lin Cheng had said before—whether to believe was up to others.

Some people, entrenched in old ways, refused to accept; but some were willing to accept new things.

Pursuing a thing itself isn't always about the final answer; sometimes what one enjoys is the process of pursuit.

After a long while, President Huoerde finally sighed, compiled this information into a letter, and had someone send it out.

These matters weren't his to worry about—better to leave them for those above to fret over.

Lin Cheng returned to Flying Fox Restaurant to rest. At the same time, some smiths were also preparing to group up and head to Flying Fox Restaurant. The tea they'd tasted yesterday seemed to have a magical quality, leaving them unable to forget it—perfect to grab a meal and have some tea to relax.

The news of Flying Fox Restaurant's miraculous tea spread beyond just the smiths. After last night's initial trial, this morning some curious customers also came asking, specifically to taste Flying Fox Restaurant's miraculous tea—and indeed they tasted it.