"... fifty-six... years old?"
Mutt repeated these words with complicated emotions.
No wonder he said the phrase 'you are still young'.
He is more than three times his age!
"Yes, very young, right?"
The female officer felt that this little guy must have been shocked by the major general's youth, so he showed such a shocked expression.
"..."
Sir, I think our thinking circuits are not on the same line. Fifty-six years old is still young. What kind of criteria do you judge here? And why is that face at fifty-six years old still looks like twenty years old...
and many more.
The boy suddenly thought of a very important point.
In his opinion, fifty-six years old is already an old man. But in the eyes of everyone here, fifty-six years old is still very young, that is to say...
Mutt looked at the female officer in front of him, opened his mouth to ask, paused, and closed it silently.
Asking a woman's age face to face, is he looking for death...
He thought for a while, then tactfully changed the question.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant Colonel Via said that the seniors in the History Research Department are all very old. Is it true?"
"Yes, they are all older professors, so you can't make trouble when you go."
The female officer replied with a smile.
The little guy following her was just a child in her eyes, and he was very good all the way, and his eyes were shining when looking at her. She thought this child was quite cute, regardless of his age. It's not much different from her son, so she subconsciously took the same attitude towards her own son.
"I will work hard."
Mutt hurriedly expressed his attitude, and then pretended to ask casually.
"I wonder if they are as old as my grandfather?"
"Hmm~~ It should be older than your grandfather. The oldest one, that is, the professor in charge of the History Research Department, is already 308 years old this year."
"..."
How long will the average human life expectancy be in the future
The so-called longest-lived tortoise on the earth can only live for more than two hundred years.
... Well, he has to admit that the fifty-six-year-old major general is really too young!
...
……………
The metal door opened automatically with a swish, and the middle-aged female officer walked into the room with a straight posture. The strange instrument with a broken ancient book floating in the glass ball was carefully held in her hand.
After entering the door, she took a few quick steps and put down the things in her hands.
Mute followed her into the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he took a breath.
Because everything in front of me is really amazing.
He saw many existences similar to the glass ball on the instrument held by the female officer.
A huge cylindrical glass tube occupies the center of the room, and the translucent liquid inside is slightly rippling, with a light blue luster.
In the liquid of that huge glass tube, dozens of glass balls seem to be chaotic, but they are orderly floating in the light blue water waves.
In each glass ball, there is a broken book floating.
There are countless strange silver fluorescent spots in the liquid, twinkling and twinkling, and they are wrapped around a glass ball at this moment, and the countless fluorescent spots are constantly revolving around the glass ball.
And on the huge arc-shaped light curtain in the middle of the room, what is shown is the magnified appearance of the dilapidated books in the glass ball surrounded by those silver fluorescent spots.
"Professor Terry, this is the newcomer Lieutenant Colonel Via asked me to bring."
The voice of the female officer who brought him over awakened Mutt from his stupor. He turned his head and saw three or four old men standing opposite him.
Although he also wears a military uniform, he does not have the spirit of a soldier. They all wore a white robe over their military uniforms, which added a bit of elegance to these old people.
An old man with gray hair in the lead, the one called Professor Terry, glanced at Mutt.
Then, he shook his head.
"Tell Via that we don't need orderlies here."
"No, this is not an orderly. Lieutenant Colonel Via asked him to participate in the research among you."
As soon as these words came out, the old men in knee-length white coats frowned.
"Just this kind of brat?"
Professor Terry said unhappily, and looked at Mutt's obviously childish young face with disgust.
"What can he understand?"
Human beings have always yearned to return to the earth.
Therefore, whether it is the royal family, or the nobles and warlords of all parties, they all have research institutes that specialize in the study of ancient civilizations on the earth.
They hope to find the orientation of the earth through the study of the remaining ancient books.
If one can lead mankind back to the earth, then those who do this must enjoy an incomparably lofty reputation among mankind.
However, due to interstellar wars, many historical cultures about the earth have been lost, and even the language used by humans on the earth is no longer known.
Today's historians can only barely recognize some languages used on the earth through guesswork.
They called this language the Old Language of Earth.
However, whether it is learning this ancient language or studying the ancient culture of the earth, these things are extremely time-consuming. Those who can learn something and be quite authoritative on this are usually older scholars.
Therefore, as soon as Professor Terry saw the underage kid, he immediately positioned him as a kid who came to make military achievements, and became unhappy with him.
"Professor Terry, this is an order from Lieutenant Colonel Via. This trainee has learned some ancient Earth languages through his family."
"Got it, got it, I'll do it later."
The white-haired old man waved his hand impatiently, with a look on his face that you can go and don't bother me anymore.
He didn't even bother to look at Mutt, obviously he didn't take him seriously at all, and continued to devote himself to the research of their most beloved cause with several other old people.
The female officer didn't say anything, turned around and left here.
Mutt was left behind, and those old people were obviously too lazy to talk to him, just doing their own thing.
He didn't say a word, he looked obedient and honest, standing where he was, but his eyes sneaked across the glass balls soaked in the water.
Such a familiar word...
The boy was so emotional, it felt like he hadn't seen these familiar words for a long time.
The Union language of Earth.
Hey, there are only a few broken pages left over there, and the words on it are still Eurasian.
Mutt didn't know that this kind of ancient cultural relics handed down from the earth is extremely rare.
The more ancient books on earth you have, the longer and older your family history is. If the nobles in the empire get a copy, they will feel like they have received a treasure and pass it on as a family heirloom.
Therefore, it is quite rare that there are dozens of ancient books here.
It is precisely because of these treasures that these scholars of ancient earth culture and history, especially Professor Terry, resolutely followed the Ishtar battleship regardless of the danger of war.
The boy was watching with relish, while the white-haired Professor Terry pressed a button on the console beside him.
As a result, the light blue water wave in the huge glass tube shook slightly, and the group of silver fluorescent spots inside swam quickly, and after a while, they swam around a glass ball in the lower left corner, circling around it up.
Soon, a close-up of the book in the glass ball, which was relatively intact compared to the other fragments, appeared on the light curtain.
Those ancient books are quite fragile, and they can be shattered by a little wind, so they are carefully stored in vacuum glass balls, and then their inner pages are viewed with a special perspective instrument. Scanned in perspective and presented on the light curtain.
Those few professors and scholars who have made great achievements in the study of the ancient history of the earth all surrounded them.
In the past few days, they have been studying the contents of this book.
After looking at the glass balls for a long time, watching them rise and fall in the water, Mutt felt a little thirsty just looking at them.
He looked around, there was hot tea on the table, so he went over to pour a cup by himself.
While drinking, he happened to see those old people gathering under the light curtain to discuss something, so subconsciously, while drinking tea, he also shifted his gaze to the light curtain.
puff! ! !
The boy spat out all the water in one gulp.
The tea choked into the intake pipe and he coughed desperately.
"Quiet!"
Professor Terry, who was discussing carefully, turned his head and gave the noisy brat an ugly look.
It's obviously here to take credit for it, so it's not honest.
He thought dissatisfiedly, looking at Mutt was even worse.
"Cough cough cough..."
While Mutt was coughing, he wiped the tea spray from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and looked at the pages of the book on the light curtain, showing an extremely subtle and complicated look on his face.
"This character has always been a symbol of orientation on Earth."
"Yes, and this is followed by a number, which must be marking the coordinates."
"I think it's true. Maybe this set of numbers implies something."
"Uh, that..."
"Don't make noise!"
The boy opened his mouth to speak, but was choked back by Professor Terry's words.
After teaching that brat a lesson, the old man turned around and continued discussing with his colleagues.
"We should go in this direction, the font seems to—"
"I think..." Mutt couldn't help interjecting. "This should not be any coordinates..."
"The kid told you to shut up, don't you understand! You are not qualified to express your opinion here!"
"..."
Seeing that he had suppressed that troublesome brat who liked to interrupt with a roar, the old man turned around in satisfaction and continued to discuss with his colleagues.
"According to what we have determined before, this character seems to represent the north on the earth. On the earth, space has always been expressed in three dimensions. That is to say, people living on the earth mainly use four directions to mark own position."
Mute: "..."
Professor, you are right, that character does symbolize the direction of the north.
but-
The key is this. However, once the character is added with the following number, the symbolic meaning is completely different!
The young man looked at the only remaining symbol on the torn page that those scholars were studying seriously with extremely complicated emotions.
[N25]
... I'm still at the third level!
Mute covered his face and couldn't help but swear in his heart.
In his era, according to the uniform regulations of the Earth Alliance, all cultural industries such as film, TV, TV, and comics were divided into three levels.
N0 is all ages.
N15 is for adults to watch.
N25... you know... the highest third level, which is the most pornographic and violent kind.
"Look, this character means life, and this word, it should mean human beings, and this, 'primitive' means origin, the content of this ancient book probably refers to the origin of human life, some Great research value."
The white-haired professor talked eloquently, and a group of old scholars nodded frequently around him, with expressions on their faces that what you said made sense.
"so… "
Mute: "..."
He saw that the complete sentence was like this.
'John leaned over and smiled, his hands are indescribable, indescribable, indescribable, the place where life was born, indescribable, indescribable, indescribable... the most primitive of human beings, indescribable, indescribable, indescribable...'
"Here, the word should represent mother. In addition, the word near here should mean child, baby, um, yes, this book should explain the origin of human life."
Mute: "..."
The exact words he read on that page were—
'He bit the indescribable indescribable...on this woman who just became a mother...indescribably indescribably indescribably...biting and sucking like a baby...indescribably indescribably...'
"So, next, we can use this book as the focus of our research."
Professor Terry made a concluding speech.
All the historians said that what the professor said was right to the professor.
Next to him, the black-haired boy who watched the crowd of white-haired and white-bearded old men said that he would work hard to study the N25 pornographic book, and felt that his embarrassing cancer had reached an incurable stage.
...
Should he tell the truth
Why does he have the feeling that if he tells the truth, he will definitely be beaten to death by this group of old scholars whose average age is said to be over 260 and 70 years old