Alexia Miller is another gifted person with a problematic personality. Could it be that people with extraordinary abilities have more or less personality defects
"Fortunately, I'm normal."
Thinking in his heart, he also waved goodbye to Miss Miller. The Eye of Reality has not been closed yet, while lowering his head to pack his things, he seems to have caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
As soon as he looked up, a huge illusory pattern made up of perfect circles, squares, and isosceles right-angled triangles appeared behind Miss Miller. Countless dense mathematical formulas and symbols fluttered, covered in the pattern, with a sense of chaos in the chaos. An absurd beauty.
A transparent shadow formed behind the short lady, and the Euler formula just written by Jenkins gradually solidified and formed, filling the blank space of the geometric pattern, making the weird beauty look more intense.
Looking directly at those formula symbols, my head felt a little swollen, but it quickly returned to normal.
"What's the matter, Mr. Williamette?"
She stood at the door and turned her head as if she felt it. Jenkins smiled and shook his head, no matter how surprised he was, he had to remain normal: "It's nothing, I'm just lamenting the beauty of mathematics."
"Do you think so too? Numbers are definitely the most wonderful thing! By the way, where do you live, and if I have questions, can I visit you? I think you can be called a real Mathematician!"
Jenkins wanted to slap his mouth a little.
His eyes of reality do not have the function of breaking illusions, and can only see "reality" in a certain sense. After being promoted to the second level, the observation of spiritual light and spiritual bodies became clearer, but the enhancement of spiritual vision also meant that it was easier for him to discover certain things that should not be seen by ordinary people.
The void eyeball that the old man saw when he "resurrected from the dead" was one, and the figure formed by the huge geometric pattern just now was also one. The mental pollution brought by the former made him fall to the ground, and the latter... The latter's mathematics level is obviously not as good as Jenkins', and that knowledge is nothing at all.
"Illusions caused by special items? Or divine spells bestowed by the gods she believes in?"
Jenkins lowered his head to think about things, and almost left the sleeping chocolate in the church.
When the lesson was over, Reverend Roberts gave Jenkins a ten-shilling note, which Jenkins pocketed and asked about Miss Miller.
Priest Roberts actually knew who Miss Miller was just by name. According to him, Alexia Miller was indeed not a believer in this religion. Since the winter of a year ago, she will come to attend every math class, and she has a good relationship with the original lecturer.
Although she is not a believer, the church is still friendly to her because of her attitude towards knowledge.
With this, Miss Miller has borrowed a large number of books in the church library, most of which are related to mathematics. Priest Roberts and Mr. Foley had talked about this lady in private. Mr. Foley believed that Alexia Miller's mathematics skills were not inferior to those of ordinary mathematics majors.
She is not a math lover, but a math expert.
Generally, the bestowers will deliberately match their abilities when they are at a higher level. For example, the red-haired lady Jenkins knows obviously focuses on "music". And this Miss Miller who likes mathematics and claims that "everything in this world can be calculated clearly" probably takes "arithmetic" as the core of her ability.
Jenkins thought for a while, and was quite sure that there was absolutely no evil god in this world claiming to have the priesthood of "mathematics", so he felt relieved about the lady.
It was still the church that sent a carriage to take him back, this time it was a box carriage, and the driver sat outside, so Jenkins, who was a little tired, had no chance to chat with others.
Chocolat, who had slept through the entire math class, was now refreshed, and jumped out of Jenkins' arms excitedly after the carriage set off. Jenkins wanted to catch it, but when he reached out, he found someone sitting next to him.
"when… "
He didn't finish speaking, and by the light of the kerosene lamp hanging on the side, he finally saw that it was Miss Miller just now.
"Ma'am, you are in the wrong carriage."
Jenkins pretended to be relaxed and softly reminded, his left hand clenched the cane in his hand, his right hand hung down quietly, and there was a spare charm in his trousers pocket.
"Mr. Williams, I did not go wrong."
The brunette girl said, spreading her hand, it was a silver piece, "I think you should know about the Silence Charm. So, don't worry that our conversation will be heard by the driver outside."
"I do not understand what you mean."
"Okay, let's bypass who are you? Why are you here? How did you appear here? How do you know that I am the bestower? Are you not afraid that I am the bestower of the church? Wait for boring topics, come directly to One last question — did you mean to ask, 'What do you want me to do?'”
She said softly, and spread her hand to signal Jenkins: "I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask you for some help. Time is gold pounds. Since you are also very sensitive to numbers, you should understand this truth."
As soon as she finished speaking, a diagonal triangle symbol shining with yellow light appeared in the center of her forehead. Jenkins only heard a humming in his ear, and then the woman's hand tapped on the same spot on his forehead.
In a trance, countless broken pictures flowed before his eyes. Miss Miller stretched out her hand and flicked it, and some fragments flew towards the immobile Jenkins. A few more pictures appeared in his mind, and then he understood something.
"You are an unbelievers, pursuing the ultimate in arithmetic;
Although the knowledge I taught in the course just now is basic, I have an exceptionally thorough understanding of numbers and operations, but you have become curious about me;
Through an extremely complicated and special method, you identified my cane as a Class B special item, so you are sure that I am the bestower. If I am not, you will erase my memory;
You are not afraid that I will tell the church at this time, because you have never broken the law, and you will leave Norland soon, and you believe that no one can catch you;
You are waiting for me here because you want me to help you find A-11-2-3301 in the church, where the malicious coachman once appeared. You can calculate the next time it may where it appears. You need to travel long distances quickly and have a means of avoiding the malice of warcraft. "
After saying this unconsciously, Jenkins came back to his senses. It just felt like someone stuffed these things into his head.