Chapter 1572

In the spacious and bright tiered classroom, the noise pushed the slightly stuffy air layer by layer toward the door like sea waves, and the crowd flowed with the tide like squid during high tide. A figure cut through the crowd like a hot knife through butter and walked toward the podium at the very back.

As soon as Shiler looked up, he saw Charles's face. He lowered his head to tidy up the lesson plans on the table, looked at Charles with a smile, and said: "What's wrong, Professor? How come you have time to come to me today?"

"To avoid disturbing you, I listened to half a class of interstellar sociology outside the door. Your lecture was excellent, vivid and interesting, very suitable for this group of children. Can I take a little of your time next?"

Just as Charles said this, two girls ran over in a hurry. One was Asian, the other looked like an American girl. They ran to the edge of the podium arm-in-arm, their speed so fast that their bodies leaned forward, almost falling headfirst onto the table.

"Good God, Dean, catching you is really not easy! Charlotte told me that nine times out of ten she can't find you in the office." The Asian girl spoke first.

"What's wrong, Wen? Do you and Charlotte have something?"

"It's like this, Dean. Charlotte and I were classmates in high school. We read the admissions details for New York University and learned that they will open a major in General Sociology next September and will expand enrollment by sixty people. That way, Charlotte and I will both have a chance to get into New York University."

"That's a good thing." Shiler nodded, looking at them very gently and saying: "I heard that both of your high school grades are good, and you've won some awards. Applying to New York University shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Yes, but I heard that the new subject will have entrance exams. We have some questions about interstellar sociology that we want to consult you on. This might improve our scores in the entrance exam."

"Of course, if you have any questions, just ask." Shiler nodded, showing full patience.

"You can try calling him Dr. Eisenhardt; that might make him happier."

"Oh? Are you going out?"

"Yes, Steve, Nick, and I have scheduled to go ice fishing on Long Island on Sunday morning. You know now is a rare opportunity; the thickness of the ice is just right."

"Of course, fishing is quite relaxing, especially when two of the participants have participated in World War II, and the remaining two are from Russia."

"Do you mean that purely mechanical civilizations are more likely to provoke wars?"

"When you reach my age, you will understand what a rare attitude it is to slow down and enjoy life. If your memory is filled with smoke, gunfire, and rivers of blood when you stop, even God would often sigh for it."

"Just right, Dr. Rodriguez. Regarding the topic of 'Interstellar Security Situation and War Potential Analysis of Five Civilization Categories' you just lectured on in class, I also have some parts I don't understand, but I also want to know what these two young ladies didn't understand." Erik joined the conversation at the right time.

"Since that is the case, the motivation urging them to explore outward is more curiosity. Therefore, they will show a special laziness toward some big events in interstellar society. In our view, it's like reacting half a beat slow, but actually, it's just because the benefits that small races fight over are, in their view, fundamentally useless to their survival and development."

"Then I'm afraid there won't be any peaceful days." Erik appeared rather shy instead. He said softly: "In terms of human rights, it won't be condemned, and forces that hope to seize benefits through war will definitely be even more unscrupulous."

Stark, however, was slightly stunned and said with some surprise: "Are you going ice fishing too? I was just about to talk to Charles about this."

His kind of malice didn't come from his background; it was just that the wild American was the natural antonym of words like perfectionism, rigor, and cleanliness. Just letting the latter hear some words associated with love history was enough to make people feel nauseous.

"Rules can be armor, or weapons. When everyone is forced to sit down and talk because of rules, powerful force is the guarantee of obtaining justice, but what ultimately decides who can go further is the long-term vision of knowing exactly what one wants."

This could always persuade Charles. Charlotte thought so. It was rare to have an opportunity for important human figures not to be tied to typical Americans like Stark and Strange.

Stark used many flowery British rhetorical devices, sounding like Shakespeare, but Shiler understood very well what he was hinting at. He just answered in the same tone: "Humans and this society have spent too much time commenting on right and wrong, and are always causing conflicts because of this. If you want to truly relax with peace of mind, you have to jump out of this vicious circle first."

Charles never liked Americans, especially successful American people. Whenever Stark chatted with him about these things, Charles's expression looked as disgusted as if he had heard who had stepped on dog poop this morning.

Wen, the Asian girl, immediately started flipping through the notebook in her hand. Erik also leaned over, and the two pointed to a question on it and said: "You mentioned the mechanical civilization's view of good and evil about ten minutes into the class, which will affect their status in the interstellar security situation and improve their war potential, but you didn't explain the reasons in detail. We want to hear about that part."

"On the other hand, in interstellar society, the vast majority of civilizations based on magic have unique advantages. They are rich first, and then explore outward, rather than having to accelerate their steps toward outside the mother star because resources are limited, like humans and other civilizations."

"That's a quite reasonable logic." Shiler smiled and said: "If all humans were produced in factories, with almost unlimited raw materials and sufficient energy, and no matter how much sacrifice was made, it could be replenished at any time, what do you think that would have on the international situation?"

"But before that, can I ask what Erik is troubled by?" Shiler asked this while walking out with Charlotte.

"Oh, Dean Xavier, you're here too. If you two have serious business to discuss, we can change the day..."

"Mostly so, but it's not entirely limited to mechanical civilization. I'm just giving an example. When the sacrifice of the main members of a race is not valued and can be replenished at any time, they are destined not to care too much about war casualties..."

"Thank you so much, Dean. If we have similar questions in the future..."

"I've already prepared everything." Charlotte said with a smile: "I knew Charles wouldn't refuse this proposal of mine. Never have."

"But he is indeed a doctor, isn't he? Although he obtained his degree in astrophysics after adulthood, and may have used his mutant ability during the experiment, he can indeed be called Dr. Lensherr."

Finally, Stark concluded.

"It's nothing, Professor. But if you have any other questions, I'm afraid we'll have to talk next time. I have an appointment this afternoon and have to prepare to leave now."

Shiler stopped at the door, revealing a smile as he looked at Charlotte and said: "Let him tell you himself. This lie can earn a doctor's title that you are full of recognition for. If it could really make the Russians present call him Marx, that would be a huge compliment."

"Is fishing a good way to relax?"

"That's it. That's the civilization form I emphasized earlier affecting the civilization's view of right and wrong, which in turn affects their view of war, then affects the interstellar security situation."

The two girls nodded. Soon, Wen looked at a question in the notebook and asked: "Then is the laziness of immortal species and special magic civilizations also due to this reason?"

"How do you plan to get there?" Shiler asked again.

"I see." Shiler accelerated his movements, tidied up the documents on the table, and said: "This event was initiated by Nick, but I think he would be very happy to invite you, it's just that the time is a bit tight..."

His address to Charles made Charlotte pause, but then he smiled and said: "No matter what his troubles are, you can definitely solve them, Dr. Shiler, because just your address to him is enough to open his heart. Few people call him Doctor."

"Is that his real name?"

"You can send the coordinates to the flashing mobile phone. I'll give you his number later. He will be responsible for sending you there. This is a truly pleasant coincidence, isn't it?"

"It's nothing, Professor. But if you have any other questions, I'm afraid we'll have to talk next time. I have an appointment this afternoon and have to prepare to leave now."

Stark followed along and laughed, saying: "Take your word for it."

"He has been feeling troubled recently because of some things, and fishing is one of the few entertainment forms he is willing to use to pass the time. I came here just to invite you and us to go together. After all, you know, the relationship between us is too close, and I am not suitable to provide him with psychological counseling."

The two girls nodded and left. Charlotte walked to the opposite side of Shiler, shook his head slightly, and said: "Amazing, Doctor. Inviting you to teach at the Dream School was the most correct decision I've ever made."

"Taking Asgard as an example." Stark pushed his glasses and said: "On one hand, the concept of time for immortal species is different from short-lived species. The interval between Asgard launching a war might be enough for special short-lived civilizations to change dozens of generations, so the harm caused is actually not considered too great."

"Yes, his real name is Max Eisenhardt, but later, in order to disguise himself as a Gypsy, he changed his name to Charles Lensherr. I have said more than once that his fake name is fake to the point of absurdity, but he just refuses to change it."

The two girls nodded. Soon, they asked a few more questions about the differences between the seven types of civilizations, mostly focusing on the reasons for those differences. Charlotte also joined the discussion from time to time, but he focused more on how civilizations starting from nothing should seize enough benefits through war or in the wars of others.

"Even from an interstellar level, war is just a means, not an end. The forces that launch wars must be because there is profit to be made. Purely chaotic races are always excluded from interstellar society. If Asgard hadn't put on the coat of civilization again, they wouldn't have had the chance to return to interstellar society."

The two girls showed thoughtful expressions. Erik said thoughtfully: "It seems sentient beings are all about the same. 'Wanting both' although gaining a lot, also appears too greedy. But sacrificing certain benefits at the right time can win public opinion advantages. As for how to trade off, one must always see who one is and what one wants."

"You can come find me after finishing class at the Dream School, or you can call me in reality. But please call the Arkham Asylum. I don't answer any calls from numbers outside the address book personally."

"You will be an excellent interstellar politician, Miss." Stark revealed a smile, looking at Erik and saying.

The tail of Charlotte's eyebrows twitched, and his face showed a satisfied expression, but it wasn't just limited to the personnel participating in this event, but more like the pleasure produced by the tacit understanding brought by resonance when talking to a smart person.

Shiler laughed and said very frankly: "The most pleasant coincidence is that you found me now. If it were a few weeks ago, I wouldn't have had the leisure to go fishing."