Chapter 131 The Man Like Stone
After reading the information that Jose O'Kenley asked him to read, and completing the "after-class exercises" and "after-class thinking questions" he "assigned", Gothe pressed his answer sheet under the notes and left the rune workshop silently.
"Read the information on the table first, and then leave after reading it" - this is the instruction of Jose O'Kenley.
Gaode acted strictly in accordance with the instructions.
Hence, after he left, the huge rune workshop fell into a long silence.
It was not until a long time later that a small sound broke the silence of the work room.
That was the sound of the door of the small room inside the workshop being gently pushed open.
Then an old man walked out with a cane.
The old man was wearing an extremely simple gray robe with a sense of age. There was no pattern on it, and it was so simple that it was a bit shabby.
His hair is already gray, but it is combed meticulously.
There are wrinkles in front of his forehead, and his eye sockets are slightly sunken, but the blue eyes are not turbid, and are as deep as lake water.
The old man looked slightly tired.
He is getting older and his energy is not as good as before, but he does the things that consume the most energy.
He is Jose Oakenley, the mentor assigned to Gothe.
He has not admitted students for a long time.
No one wants to be his student.
Although he is a third-ring mage.
Although his status in Seris Academy is: senior tutor, director of the rune department, and chief rune tutor.
Although his area of expertise is rune construction known as the "Crown of Runes".
Although he is the only rune master in the entire principality of Xi'an who can create third-level rune structures.
However, the "rune logic and calculation" he devoted himself to research was regarded as nonsense by other tutors in the rune department, and even by a handful of high-level rune masters in the entire Principality of Xi'en, and was a dead end leading to the cliff.
In fact, it is more than that.
A long time ago, in the place where rune technology was the most developed on this continent, Jose O'Kenley's research had been regarded as a fantasy and had been denied more than once.
And all students know that following such a mentor will only "waste their years" like him, and then "have no other way out", or even fail to graduate.
Hose Xi will not provide any resources to the students.
No one in the Principality of Sien understood why Jose O'Kenley, who was supposed to have a bright future and could create third-level rune structures at a young age, was immersed in such a wrong path and could not extricate himself.
Don't improve his mage level, don't improve his level of runes, and don't try to create a fourth-level rune construction that can change the ecology of the Principality of Xi'en. Once successful, he can reach the sky in one step.
Rather, put all your time and energy on something that even a "layman" knows will not work.
Fifty years ago, Jose O'Kenley could easily create a third-level rune structure.
Fifty years later, he has not made any progress.
Other tutors in the rune department have advised him, Dean Sher Ian has advised him, and even King Jaros XIII of the Principality of Xien has personally advised him.
Everyone hopes that he can give up this wrong path and get back on track.
But Jose O'Kenley is like the water-gold ore in the mine under the coolie cliff, shining with golden light, but smelly and hard, silent, and no one can change or shake him.
His research results, just like his person, are smelly and hard.
Translated into easy-to-understand terms, it means "No matter how much time is spent, there will be no substantial progress."
"Someone should be dissatisfied." The already very old Jose O'Kenley murmured.
He knew that this time the college forced him to have a student in the name of the former dean's recommendation letter, just to remind him.
For fifty years since he came to Sires Magic Academy, Jose O'Kenley has devoted all his energy to the seemingly dead-end topic of "Rune Logic and Calculation", but has yet to gain anything.
As a famous figure in the rune literature circle of the Principality of Xi'en, he gradually disappeared from people's sight.
Just like the sweeping monk hiding in the Shaolin Temple, he just sweeps the floor silently and hides his martial arts skills.
The academy has long been dissatisfied with his behavior. In recent years, the continuous reduction of the funding of their rune department is a sign.
For this reason, other tutors in the rune department also complained a lot.
Everyone hopes that he can do the right thing - make rune constructs.
As long as Jose O'Kenley is willing to put his energy back into "rune construction", it won't take much time. As long as he makes this decision, the rune system can return to its former glory.
But he still went his own way.
"I don't have many years left. How can I care about things now that I didn't care about when I was young?" Jose O'Kenley said softly.
He didn't understand why the college didn't understand this truth, but he understood that he had reached the last years of his life.
After spending so much time and energy, his research still has not made breakthrough progress.
But He Xi was not disappointed.
Decades of time are really inconspicuous to the history of the development of runic literature.
What's more, what he wants to do is to completely overturn the entire runic system that has been developed for thousands of years.
In the past few decades, one person's strength, facing this "great achievement", is as unrealistic as a grain of sand trying to fill the sea.
History has long proven that in order to achieve subversive or leap-forward development in a certain system, it either requires the whole-hearted research of several or even more than a dozen generations, or the emergence of an epoch-making figure like "Leo Meng" who created the eight-ring spell.
He Xi, on the other hand, does not think or expect that he is that kind of person.
He just followed his own heart to study what he thought was right, and then left something behind, so that after his death, he would also leave some information and direction for future generations.
However, after so many years, no one has ever appeared to follow him, and no one has even appeared to agree with him.
Seeing that God was running out of time for him, his mood also changed slightly.
If there is no fellow traveler, or one who agrees, then after his death, I am afraid that no one will remember his research.
At that time, all he had spent his whole life to come up with was probably, in the eyes of others, just a few ridiculous words on the manuscript paper.
It will be randomly thrown into a garbage dump somewhere in the college, where it will rot with the rancid food scraps and be covered with worms.
The old man sighed slightly. He had anticipated this possibility, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it from happening.
The old man was thinking as he walked to the workbench in the center of the rune workshop.
Although this student named Gao De was forced by the college to serve as a reminder, he has always been a very responsible person.
No matter where this student came from, since he is his mentor, He Xi will teach him some things about runes.
Of course, the premise is that people are willing to learn and can learn it.
In fact, he has not had a student for a long time and has even forgotten how to teach a student.
So he took out two hours last night to read through an introductory book on runes that was almost blurry in his memory.
Then he compiled some information for "Gaode" to help him gain a preliminary understanding of the profound subject of "Runeology" in the shortest possible time.
But He Xi glanced at the workbench and didn't find the materials he had prepared last night.
He thought about it carefully, and then tapped his crutch with some annoyance.
"I'm so confused. I was busy coming here to test in the morning, and I forgot to bring the information. I subconsciously thought I had brought it."
Then, He Xi thought of another question.
Since the information was not brought over, what was the freshman named Gao De doing just now?
You didn’t see the information, you didn’t come to ask yourself, so you just left?
· He Xi frowned slightly. He could understand that Gao De "retreated" after reading the information, but he could not accept his "leaving without saying goodbye".
"Alas!" He sighed again, feeling that it was pointless to care about this at this time.
But the experience of enduring countless hardships in order to learn "Rune Literature" when he was young made He Xi instinctively reject this kind of behavior that does not cherish the opportunity to "learn".
With this thought in mind, he began to sort out the calculation papers that had been randomly scattered yesterday.
After sorting and categorizing, He Xi closed his handwritten notes again, preparing to take them back and copy a few more copies.
By copying a few more copies, maybe you can ensure that one or two of them will not be thrown into the trash?
The old man thought his idea was a bit ridiculous, but he was really ready to implement it.
However, after picking up the notes, the old man discovered that there was a piece of manuscript paper pressed under his notes.
"Did you forget to organize and classify the calculations you did some day?" He thought, while his eyes subconsciously fell on the manuscript paper, on the handwriting that obviously did not belong to him.
As a result, this calm old man's pupils expanded for a long time, and his eyes as calm as lake water suddenly became rippled.
(End of this chapter)