The dungeon that was imprisoned and repetitive had disappeared from a corner of the capital. Avicenna limped out of the ground. His hair had become dirty and messy, his face was covered with dust, and his clothes were ragged due to the corrosion and raggedness of the strong acid, which faintly revealed the discoloration and swollen skin under the clothes.

Nineteen of the twenty chains that locked him were broken, and only a thin wire-like metal was still tied around his neck. It was a trace of solid silver mixed in the chain, the seal of his defeat. Although the thin wire of the metal was so thin that it could break with a light hook with a little finger, he did not do so. He stared at the sun in the sky in confusion. The bright light outside made him dizzy and overwhelmed him.

He moistened his lips with his tongue, and then, his mouth kept making unidentified sounds, like a madman.

This kind of prison escape operation cannot be ignored. The guards guarded by the side rushed over quickly. After being defeated, they immediately sought support from the defenders stationed in the capital. The nearby streets were quickly cleared. More than a dozen huge catapults exposed their heads and slowly walked through the building complex. Following the catapults were also thousands of soldiers stationed in the capital.

The silver-haired maid Epolita was urgently recalled from the toilet. She rose and fell on the roof with her swift figure, pressing towards the dungeon with the army.

Elf-level magicians are fortresses on the battlefield. But as long as they have sufficient troops, even the strongest fortress will have a period of time to be captured.

The dust raised by the trencher covered the sky, and Avicenna looked up at the dust rolling in the sky, feeling like a mountain was pressing towards him.

This drastic change woke Avicenna up. The words and sentences spit out from his mouth gradually became clear:

"Lord! Please mercy on your messengers and their families."

"I have got what I need, and the curse of Longineus will be broken in the next day."

"O Lord Apostle of the Xiaoyao School! At this crucial moment, please turn your attention to the West!!!"

The sky darkened. Countless clouds were torn by the wind, and the towering mountains and mountains were piled up, turning into surging seas. A shining lightning fell from the vortex, hitting Avicenna.

The sun shines in the Cathedral of Cologne. The breeze sways the white and yellow flowers, sending a sweet fragrance to the church.

Gregory sat on a wooden table by the window, holding a quill pen and writing something on paper.

The wooden table is new, and the wooden frames on the window are also new, scented with a faint fragrance.

Someone locked the door outside three times and whispered: "Mr. Gregory, it's getting late. You are going to go to the wedding of the Duke's daughter today."

Gregory's left hand, which was not holding the pen, casually swayed backwards: "When I solve this problem first, you can hire a carriage first."

The door opened, and a monk stood at the door helplessly and said, "Sir Gregory, the last time I came in was an hour ago, the last time was two hours ago, and the last time was three hours ago... I had called the four-wave coachman, and every time the opposite side was impatient and then left. In addition, this time, it was the fifth wave."

"Has it been so long?"

Gregory sighed lightly, put down his pen and stood up.

"Well, this question is not something that can be answered today, so let's continue thinking on the carriage."

The monk stretched his neck and looked at the table behind Gregory: "It has been more than half a year. Is Lord Gregory still studying the 'flowing numerical technique'? These tricks of playing with numbers are just a piece of cake for you, right?"

Gregory shook his head: "The scattering technique is a very profound knowledge. I have no talent in mathematics and have long been unable to go deeper. The question in my mind has nothing to do with mathematics - but to answer it, I have to re-examine our teachings."

"Re-examine the teachings?" the monk was a little surprised. "What problems did you encounter with Lord Gregory?"

Gregory did not answer the monk's words. While tidying up the paper and pen on the table, he asked casually, intentionally or unintentionally: "Simon, do you think this world is limited or infinite?"

The monk named Ximen blurted out: "Of course that's limited."

"Why are you so sure? Simon?"

"Because an infinite thing must have no center. But the world obviously has a center - that is the earth we step on. Otherwise, why do the sun, moon, and stars revolve around us?"

Gregory cleaned the table and sighed.

"You are right. If the world is infinite, the building that the academic community has worked hard to build for thousands of years will collapse in an instant. It seems that it is getting late. Ximen, let's go quickly."

"So? Lord Gregory, what is the problem you are facing..."

"There is no big problem, I just had a sudden idea. You go to the carriage and wait for me."

Gregory patted Simon on the shoulder and then walked to another room. It was Gregory's bedroom. He would be a witness to a local noble daughter. Although he didn't care about the gaze of the nobles, the wedding was a solemn ceremony after all. Before going there, he had to change his worn-out clothes on his body.

He changed his clothes without much time, and then walked out of the church gate slowly.

——Just as soon as he touched the outdoor land, his steps suddenly stopped.

Gregory raised his head and looked to the east, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

"Ximen, wait for me for a while. There is an emergency situation that I must deal with immediately."

"An emergency situation? Lord Gregory, is that—?"

Before Simon could finish his words, Gregory's body disappeared from the spot.

The weather in the Island Republic became more and more strange. Furious winds were blowing in all directions, and at the same time they came from all directions. The wind swept through a large amount of mud, sand, sea water, and even flames. The black mud of unknown composition fell from the sky like snow, and a thick layer was piled up on the branches, roofs, and ground.

In this extremely strange atmosphere, a warm sunlight suddenly fell from the gaps of the dark clouds. The place shining by the sun suddenly returned to its original tranquility and peace.

Gregory slowly stood up in the sunshine. He was wearing the white dress that was about to attend the wedding, and looked particularly holy.

"Although they are both Abrahamic churches, the cross, star and moon schools have always been clearly distinguished, and this is not the place you should come."

Gregory slowly turned around, facing the dark shadow in the middle of the storm.
Chapter completed!