"Ask the secret of the righteous god corresponding to the month? Or ask the secret of the god directly?"
He was thinking about it in his heart, but subconsciously felt that the person above the throne might know all these questions.
"Ask 'Who am I?'"
He thought again, but this world has the ability of divination and prophecy. The answer on the throne may not be able to see the earth, but it may point out that "you do not belong to this world".
After thinking carefully for a long time, Jenkins nodded to the equally nervous professor, and then asked, "Who is the Lord of Flowers?"
Silence then enveloped the palace, only the gold was still shining seductively under the light source that existed somewhere.
"I can't tell."
"Escaped!"
Jenkins couldn't help shouting in his heart, "The Lord of Flowers" is the most mysterious one he knows, and he himself learned it from the mouth of the monster. The person who was looking forward to the throne didn't know, but he didn't dare to say it!
It was the professor's turn again. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead, swallowed, and asked a weird question:
"The current era belongs to the 18th era, but most of the long history before that cannot be traced back. Only a few words in the mystical materials and the underground buildings discovered by accident can prove that the former 17th era really existed. I want to know, What is the basis for the division of eras?"
After he finished speaking, before the old man could react, he turned his head and said to Jenkins at a fast speed:
"I may not be able to survive, but as long as this question can be answered, my life will be worth it. I am Professor Burns of History at the Nolan No. 1 College of Higher Education. If you can get out alive, please come to The school should notify me of my death and ask them to find a substitute teacher as soon as possible."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the throne. There was no fear of imminent death on his face, but the innocence of a child looking forward to candy.
"What is the answer?"
He muttered to himself, his eyes widening, but he never got an answer.
"I can't tell!"
It was the same answer again, and a strange blush appeared on Professor Burns' face:
"I knew it, I knew it. The end of an era and the beginning of a new era are definitely not a simple historical change. This is more mysterious knowledge than the secret of God. Yes, yes, I still have things to do in the rest of my life , this, this is really... "
Jenkins couldn't understand the professor's complicated mood at the moment, and it was him again in a blink of an eye.
This time, he really felt like he was going to die. After he came to this world, he didn't accumulate any big secrets, let alone the man on the throne has never said: "I don't know."
"Mr. Barnard said that deception never drives people to a dead end!"
Jenkins muttered in a low voice, the professor stopped his manic laughter, his face froze, and he looked at Jenkins thoughtfully.
"Since he mentioned knowledge from the very beginning, then this strange situation must be related to knowledge. In other words, there must be knowledge that he doesn't know about!"
Jenkins felt that he had grasped something: "He knows the secret of becoming a god, and he knows the history of the past, so the focus cannot be on issues that are mysterious enough and complicated enough. It is not the right choice to ask about the future. Prophecy and divination can It's easy to see those."
He nodded slightly: "In this way, the focus of this paradox is knowledge, so the best question is not something that you don't even know the answer to, but knowledge that only you can grasp and that humans have not yet explored!"
He prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the person on the throne would not rely on "omniscience" or other abilities to find answers, and then asked:
"Definition: Among the integers greater than 1, the number that has no other factors except 1 and itself is a prime number. May I ask: How to prove that any even number greater than 2 can be written as the sum of two prime numbers?"
After an awkward silence, a monotonous voice came from above:
"Interesting question, this is what I don't know about knowledge!"
"I can survive!"
Jenkins finally showed a genuine smile!
He looked at Professor Burns, thinking that he would be able to get some inspiration from his question just now and ask some advanced professional questions, but then he thought that he seemed to be a professor of history.
"As a follower of [Inheritance Sage], I should help him."
Thinking so, Jenkins pulled the professor's arm, took out the pen that he carried with him, wrote a string of words on the paper and handed it to him.
The professor looked at the piece of paper, nodded gratefully, and then asked the person on the high throne:
"With the ability of a mortal, how can a given angle be divided into three equal parts using only a compass and a straightedge without a scale?"
"Very interesting question, this is knowledge I don't know!"
The professor breathed a sigh of relief, and he had finished all three questions.
Jenkins nodded. It seems that his opinion is correct. No matter how weird and mysterious the question is, as long as it has the answer, the master of this strange world can give the answer. The real questions that should be asked are new and pioneering knowledge.
He was stunned, looked at the golden statue of his father, and asked the last question: "How to prove that any map with only four colors can make countries with common borders be colored in different colors?"
"Very interesting question, this is knowledge I don't know!"
Before the words were finished, the gate of the palace opened with a loud noise, revealing the endless light behind.
The sand under the feet of Jenkins and the professor suddenly moved like a wave. Three balls of golden sand flew towards the two of them, two balls stopped in front of Jenkins, and one ball stopped in front of the professor, and finally condensed into round golden particles.
"This is the reward of new knowledge, with which you can turn everything into gold."
"One-time touch stone?"
Jenkins was taken aback, but immediately asked the man on the throne:
"I only want one, can you let me take this statue out?"
"Can."
"Thank you very much!"
Jenkins snatched away the gold grain in front of him, then exerted all his strength, but found that he couldn't lift the pure gold statue. Dad was too big!
The professor also reacted, put his reward in his pocket, and the red light in front of him flashed, and he directly carried the golden statue of his father on his shoulder.
"Go!"
He beckoned to Jenkins boldly, and then the two rushed towards the white light without daring to look back.
After a moment of silence, the old man on the throne stiffly stepped down from the high platform and walked towards the group of pure gold statues in a corner of the palace.
Their costumes were very similar to those of the old man. The old man walked step by step and finally stopped between the two golden statues. His hands drooped naturally, and his body gradually turned into pure gold.
PS: After reading your guesses about the problem in the previous chapter, your brains are really too big. But it must be in line with Jenkins' character design of pretending to be an aborigine, safety first, it is clear even to become a god, and it is not safe to ask the gods, so it can only be done according to the protagonist.