Chapter 2 Abnormality and Rebirth

Wu Qiren sat in the classroom with his hands flying over the keyboard, quickly recording the discussion of the other two students.

"Enlightenment is to get rid of the immature state caused by oneself, such as laziness and cowardice. When Kant explained enlightenment, he emphasized that everyone has reason, that is, universal reason."

Another classmate replied in a nice voice:

"The universal reason born of enlightenment has been explored and utilized to the maximum extent, which is why our era has been created—reason is supreme, infinite, and eternal, and it can bring us unprecedented power—"

Hearing this, Wu Qiren lowered his hands and frowned. The usually gentle and polite interrupted him directly, raised his head and said, "Student, I don't think you may have read Foucault's talk about the relationship between power and truth, and Hyde's Geer on technology—"

But he didn't continue, because when he saw the person sitting in front of him, he was too shocked to speak.

I saw the opposite of Wu Qiren.

Sitting was the handsome, gentle and gentle Qi Magician Ashida Sakon with long brown hair and blue clothes.

The other party was looking at him gently at this moment, and said in a pleasant voice:

"If there really is unlimited power and omnipotent and omniscient reason in the world, Thales, you really—"

"—Don't you want it?"

Thales suddenly woke up from the bed!

In the darkness, he tightly grasped the JC dagger under the pillow, breathing heavily in cold sweat.

Thales turned over and jumped out of bed, touched the precious insulated floor tiles with his bare feet, and his nostrils were full of soothing perfume, before he realized where he was.

The itching and pain under the bandages and adhesive bandages wrapped around his chest and other wounds made him wake up a lot, and then he calmed down and stuffed JC back under the pillow.

He fell back in shock, and lay back on the big bed that was big enough for twenty Thales to sleep.

Thales was not used to the silk pajamas rubbing against his body, while the bed surface made of multiple springs was soft and smooth, obediently sagging with his contours, and the silk-covered Northland goose down quilt Wrapping him tightly, a pillow of smooth silk imported from the south coast rests against his head and shoulders from beneath.

At this moment, Thales felt as if he was being squeezed from head to toe by something.

It's like the magician of air wrapped him in the air and slowly compressed it.

Thinking of this, Thales felt depressed. He lifted off the light, smooth and comfortable quilt, fell to the ground again, groped to find a corner, and lay down curled up. The hard ground and thick walls gave him comfort. A sense of safe familiarity.

Thales then let out a breath slowly, and laughed helplessly.

He didn't expect that I would have today. He knocked on the solid floor tiles and smiled self-deprecatingly.

I really miss the little ones in the Sixth House—I hope Yala can take good care of them.

But the piece of memory he found in the dream just now made his mood suddenly tense up again.

Dreams are a reflection of his subconscious mind. The memory of his previous life is probably the most deeply hidden fragment in his subconscious mind. But this time, even Ashida Sakorn appeared in the dream.

"Sure enough, do I still care about that lunatic's words?" Thales murmured in the dark.

A few hours ago, the brief encounter with the magician flashed through his mind. The magician's sometimes rational and sometimes casual behavior, mysterious power and almost inhuman immortal body all made him feel chills.

And his words.

"It seems that you don't know your own essence, child."

These words surfaced in his aching brain again.

Thales forced himself to get rid of those redundant emotions of boredom and fear, and calm down to analyze the magician's words.

According to Ashida, he, like him, is a demon—no, just someone who has the potential to become a magician.

Looking at Ashida's performance, people with this kind of potential are quite rare, which is a good thing for me.

But at present, magicians in this world don't seem to be popular characters.

What Ashida said is too subjective, but if part of what Ashida said is true, that is, the so-called war between magicians and humans, then magicians will be beaten by almost everyone and die at the sight of light exists.

Moreover, Thales thought worriedly, the body of Ashida - after the heart was pierced, the blue light projected from the wound, really, is he no longer human?

Also, Yodel Gato, according to him, he should have rushed to the abandoned house very early, so he also heard what Ashida said—Thales clenched his fist—he also knew that I was Is something "out of control" in front of the magician?

If Jodl knew about it, would Gilbert and King Kessel also know about it? How would they see themselves?

There are still too many questions.

For example, the nervous and indifferent father king.

For example, I am obviously seven years old, but the bloodline lamp blessed by divine magic was actually twelve years ago.

For example, his own origin, surname, and significance to the kingdom.

For example, why should the news of his return be kept so secret? Jodl and Gilbert stole him back like thieves.

For example, what is going on in this world, medieval ecology? High magic world? Steampunk?

Thales patted his head.

No, I can't figure out anything - I still have too little basic knowledge of this world.

Need comprehensive children's enlightenment starting from basic knowledge!

Thales exhaled helplessly.

But his eyes immediately became serious.

Enlightenment, learning, these things can be done slowly.

but.

There is one thing that must be resolved.

It's about your own life and body.

He began to recall the words of the magician again:

"It seems that you don't know your own essence, child."

"But it doesn't matter. Everyone loses control for the first time. We all started from ignorance."

Thales clasped his hands in the dark, recalling the so-called "out of control".

Ashida used magic energy to compress herself in the air, ready to squeeze into a ball.

My whole body boiled like burning.

I saw the energy ball in his hand, which should be the so-called "air wall".

The energy ball turned red and suddenly appeared in front of me.

Then--

etc!

Thales seems to have grasped the key.

Blood, and burning sensation!

Thales sat up slowly.

Quaid.

The name flashed in his mind.

He had also experienced the feeling of blood boiling, and it happened to be at the point where Quaid beat and abused him twice before and after. The common point of those two times, and even the encounter with Ashida, was that he bleeds!

Thales previously thought that the burning sensation in his body was caused by the "magic spell" that Gilbert called, which caused his blood to fall to the ground.

Now it seems that what Ashida called "out of control" happened to be the moment when that burning feeling appeared.

Thales suddenly realized that it was not the first time he had so-called "out of control" in front of Ashida.

The first time he really lost control was still Quaid.

When Quaid tried to kill Kelia, that bastard should be holding his own JC dagger!

How did that dagger suddenly appear in his hand?

Just as weird as that energy ball that suddenly appeared in front of you!

Quaid

bleeding.

burning sensation.

Dagger.

Ashida.

Energy ball.

Yoddle and Gilbert

Bloodline lamp.

Thales closed his eyes, and he found that he couldn't sort out these chaotic elements.

It's too complicated.

too messy.

But he was not discouraged. Instead, he felt a long-lost sense of excitement from the bottom of his heart.

Classify complex phenomena, set up hypotheses and theoretical frameworks, eliminate irrelevant variables, induce causal logic, and finally verify the completeness of the theory.

Also - the "uncertainty" that can never be verified, the "endogeneity" that can never be ruled out, the "quasi-experimental method" and "counterfactual analysis" that can never approach perfection.

Isn't this the alluring puzzle of social science that can never be solved perfectly, and it was also my favorite game to play?

Moreover, what I am facing this time is not a multi-causal social phenomenon that cannot be solved or verified, but a single problem in myself, which can be verified repeatedly at the same time!

When Thales opened his eyes again, the pupils in the darkness were already full of desire to challenge.

He tried to calm down and clarify the phenomenon he was facing.

With few samples, too many variables, simple mechanism, too complicated qualitative comparative analysis (QCA) is not advisable.

It is enough to directly use the most basic Mill's induction method.

First, use bloodshed and loss of control as keywords to select cases and events.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the familiar feeling rushed back to Thales' brain, and various elements and factors were quickly arranged in his consciousness.

According to the purpose of the research and the chronological order, for each sample, determine whether different "conditions" (rather than "causes") and "results" appear or not.

Events flashed before his eyes one by one, removing event samples with too many missing values, combining the conditions and results of each event, and distinguishing them in terms of levels and types.

A clear and organized table emerged in his brain, and four observable and comparable event samples were arranged in it:

Sample 1:

Condition 1.1: Quaid beat himself up for the first time. Condition 1.2: Bleeding. Result 1: No anomalies.

Sample 2:

Condition 2.1: Quaid beat himself severely for the second time and was about to kill Kelia. Condition 2.2: Bleeding. Result 2: Out of control, the dagger landed in his hand out of thin air.

Sample three:

Condition 3.1: Ashida is going to kill herself. Condition 3.2: Bleeding. Result 3: Out of control, his energy ball appeared in front of me.

Sample four:

Condition 4.1: Verify your bloodline in front of Yodel, Gilbert, and that lamp. Condition 4.2: Bleeding. Result 4: No vision.

After enumerating, start comparing.

Seek common ground, seek differences, and summarize.

The tables are gradually simplified, normalized, and combined to form a paragraph of text.

Thales gently opened his eyes.

Conclusion: When encountering a killing event while bleeding, there is a chance that it will be accompanied by the so-called "out of control"—surrounding objects or energy, which will have different degrees of displacement.

No, this conclusion is still too preliminary.

First, the sample size is still too small, and second, some interfering variables cannot be ruled out.

Then, the "killing incident" seems too far away, it may be a false mechanism, did the killing incident trigger something, and that thing is the real cause of the loss of control?

In addition, find a way to take that lamp into consideration.

In the end, we can only prove the correlation of a few things, and the causal inference is still insufficient.

In any case—Thales rolled over and lay down—at least there was a preliminary conclusion about "out of control".

Then the next research direction——

Thales exhaled, and suddenly felt a burst of brain fatigue.

Sure enough, he rubbed his temples fiercely, thinking that these things are still too heavy for a seven-year-old brain?

But then he realized something was wrong in surprise.

For the logical induction and deduction just now, you should at least take a pen and write them down on scratch paper.

But its actual execution process in his own brain—almost just an instant?

half an hour.

Thales slapped the floor, feeling the pain in his head.

Sure enough, from mana and loss of control, to the so-called blood, to this monster-like thinking efficiency - this body, this brain...

There are exceptions.

Thales thought so, and slowly fell asleep.

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When Thales was politely woken up by Gilbert, he found himself back on the bed, neatly covered under the quilt.

"Thales, my respected little gentleman, good day."

Gilbert respectfully opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and the afternoon sun shone in from the huge windows, brightly illuminating this luxurious and comfortable room.

The gorgeous insulated floor tiles with star patterns, the lounge sofa made of monitor lizard skin, the wide copper four-poster bed, the pitch crystal chandelier on the roof, and the covered fireplace are all presented in front of Thales.

All this reminded him constantly that his life was different.

It's unbelievable. A few hours ago, he was still a precarious little gangster beggar whose life was hanging by a thread.

And now, he is actually the blood descendant of the supreme ruler of the entire Star Kingdom.

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon. I sincerely suggest that you get up and eat at this time, which can effectively promote your body's recovery and maintenance." The middle-aged nobleman said in a tepid tone, but Thales could feel it His urging.

"Also," Gilbert blinked friendlyly and smiled, "Because of His Majesty's wish, our first class will start in the afternoon."

"I think you must have many questions, and I will be happy to answer them for you."

Thales rubbed his eyes, yawned, took off the uncomfortable silk pajamas, groped, and randomly put on the noble uniform prepared by Gilbert.

"Very good." He squinted his eyes and said lazily, "I like class the most."

Also, Thales closed his eyes and thought silently: I slept well, who pushed me back from the ground to the bed?

"Mr. Thales, you must like these pants very much."

"ah?"

"Because you're putting it on your head."

"What? With such a virtue, it's actually pants?"

"Mr. Thales, you seem to have a soft spot for that button-down jacket."

"Oh, it's a coat worn outside."

"Mr. Thales, I think you will need the belt on the left."

"Well, thank you, I said why it keeps falling."

half an hour.

"Mr. Gilbert."

"yes?"

"Please help me, put on this damn clothes."

"Very happy, respected little sir."