Chapter 573

"First, look at 'Inheritance' and 'Saint'. They are two completely opposite symbols, but they both represent power. The former represents physical power; for example, using the Inheritance inscription can enhance the user's physical strength. And 'Saint' represents spell power, which can enhance the user's spell power and magic might."

"Now, let's focus on this."

The morning lecture ended perfectly.

However, Lin Cheng also found that a very small number of self-righteous old guys in the class seemed to have a disdainful attitude toward him, just like there were always naughty students in the classroom in his previous life. It might be because of his "Heavenly Book" theory, and he couldn't provide concrete evidence, making these old guys feel he was just bluffing.

Some old guys thought their actions below were very subtle, not knowing that he saw them clearly on the stage.

For this kind of self-deceiving behavior, Lin Cheng could understand the hardship of teachers in his previous life. Many times, they clearly saw some behaviors that violated teacher rules, but they could only pretend not to see, turning a blind eye.

But he was a person who took things seriously.

Before the end of the class, Lin Cheng said publicly: "Regarding the afternoon class, I see that the conference room is actually big enough. Remove all the tables and chairs. The short ones stand in the front, and the tall ones stand in the back. Don't say I don't take care of the old. If anyone feels old and weak, a chair can be specially opened in the very front."

Once this was said, some blacksmiths standing at the window outside the conference room were overjoyed. This way, they could all observe at close range.

To be honest, in the previous class, some blacksmiths who were middle-aged had some myopia, which made them unable to see clearly. Now it was good, they could see clearly.

However, this also made the old men who previously had seats dissatisfied. With their status, to let them stand with a group of ordinary blacksmiths, what kind of system was this?

Lin Cheng couldn't care about this, turned around and left the guild, preparing to return to the Flying Fox Restaurant for lunch and then take a nap before returning to the guild for class.

He had his rules, and no one could be an exception. Whoever violated the rules, then sorry, his class didn't welcome the other party.

"Wait, Lin Cheng." President Holder chased after Lin Cheng, who was preparing to leave.

"What's wrong, President?"

Lin Cheng stopped and turned around, curious about why the president called him.

"Lin Cheng, is the thing about the Heavenly Book true? Does your Tute family really always guard the secret of the Heavenly Book?"

So it was about this.

Lin Cheng thought President Holder would oppose letting those old guys stand in class, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"President, I have already explained it very clearly in class. Inscriptions are the characters that record the Heavenly Book. I have no intention of deceiving everyone. Because this has no benefit to me, and the Heavenly Book definitely records super-wisdom knowledge and power. Guarding the secret of the Heavenly Book can't be counted as such, it's just that I never had the chance to say it."

"Super-wisdom, what is that?"

"Simply put, it's a god! But I don't think it can be counted as a god, a god-official! In essence, they are also people, but they possess vast power that transcends convention. This power is enough to make them immortal! Called a god by us ignorant people!"

Unbelievable!

Compared to Lin Cheng’s indifferent appearance, President Holder had an indescribably complex expression, his heart even more complex. He didn't expect that behind the inscriptions, it involved such a complex system.

God?

Does it really exist?

Regarding gods, the empire didn't believe in them at all; only the Western kingdoms believed in so-called gods!

The Eastern Emperor Tianwu Empire was above royal power, with a long history. The people had long been accustomed to royal rule, emphasizing pragmatism and diligence, and didn't believe in so-called gods at all, because believing in gods couldn't fill their stomachs.

But in the Western kingdoms, it was above theocracy. Their history was only a few hundred years, and at first, they were just groups of exiled bandits.

Combined with the local natives, the population gradually increased. People accustomed to freedom didn't listen to the so-called self-proclaimed kings. In order to better rule, they had to fabricate so-called gods to facilitate management and rule.

"If there's nothing else, I'll come back in the afternoon." Lin Cheng said and turned to leave.

President Holder watched Lin Cheng leave. Just as Lin Cheng said before, whether to believe or not is up to others.

In itself, some people are unwilling to accept conventions, but some people are willing to accept new things.

Pursuing a thing itself is not all for the final answer; sometimes what is enjoyed is the process of pursuit.

After a long time, President Holder sighed and compiled this information into a letter, asking someone to send it out.

These things were not his concern; it was better to leave them to those above to worry about.

Lin Cheng returned to the Flying Fox Restaurant to rest. At the same time, some blacksmiths also prepared to go to the Flying Fox Restaurant in groups. The tea they tasted yesterday seemed to have magic, making them unable to forget it. It was just right to have a meal and drink tea to relax.

The news that the Flying Fox Restaurant had magical tea didn't just circulate among blacksmiths. After the first trial last night, some curious guests also came to inquire this morning, just to taste the magical tea of the Flying Fox Restaurant, and they did indeed taste it.

Just as the rumors said, drinking this magical tea can relieve physical fatigue and leave one feeling full of spirit.

Lady Zhang took corresponding measures for this: every guest who came to the restaurant for a meal or lodging would be served a free pot of tea before their dishes arrived.

If there were children, a cup of milk tea would be given for free as a special treat.

If guests requested it, they could be given an extra cup of milk tea, but it was limited to one; any further cups would incur an additional charge.

Once this measure was implemented, it truly attracted a large number of customers to the Flying Fox Restaurant, most of whom were old regulars. With word of mouth from these regulars and the restaurant staff, the tea was practically praised to the heavens.

The restaurant's popularity once surpassed its previous peak business volume, and this was only the second day.

Lady Zhang was very happy that the restaurant's foot traffic could recover to its former levels so quickly, but she always upheld her original intention: the restaurant remained characterized by affordability and generous portions, following a mass-market route.

When Lin Cheng returned to the restaurant to rest, he was almost startled by the scene before him. There was a rare queue at the restaurant entrance, from which came a bustling, noisy sound, and there were still some guests at the door waiting to enter, including many scenes of entire families—adults with children—turning out in force.