With the pa.s.sage of time, Angel's daily life remained unchanged, but his mental outlook became much better than his previously depressed state a couple of days ago.

On a day of solving problems, Angel noticed a very strange thing-.

The Bauhinia seems to be going in a circle.

Not long go, Angel saw a unique red reef and half a month later, he saw it again today. This is the fourth time in nearly half a month that he has seen this unique reef.

As a result, Angel decided that the Bauhinia did not seem to have any plans of leaving the waters of the devil's sea any time soon, but would continue to wander in a circle.

Angel tried to communicate with the navigators on board to get more information, but the other side remained silent and refused to respond.

It was clear that the s.h.i.+p's navigators knew that the Bauhinia was going in circles, but if the other side did not want to say any more, it could be inferred that perhaps this strange behavior is directed by a great man behind the scenes. They could not say, or rather, dared not mention anything.

Who could command the helm of the Bauhinia? Without a doubt there are involved, no mortals involved only wizards.

After guessing this, Angel did not want to get too entangled in this topic any more. No matter what the wizard was doing, what can he, a little mortal, do to stop it? Besides, in the boundless Devil's Sea, he is bound to only live onboard the Bauhinia. No matter what the wizard decides, he can only obey.

The feeling of losing control over his life, he didn't like it, but had to follow along with it. He only wished that in the future he would gain the power to protect myself and no longer place his life in the hands of others.

Today is Angel's 167th day of leaving Grud Town, and the final day of solving the problem.

Angel solemnly opened the red lacquer wooden box in from his luggage, in it there lay a square crystal plate the size of a matchbox and as thin as a cicada wing.

This crystal plate did not come from this world, but was brought along with Jon from Earth.

This crystal plate, in fact, on Earth, is just a holographic communication tool, it had been turned into a watch style distributed all over the world. The strap of the smart.w.a.tch, which had been worn out over the years, was torn off and lost, leaving only the core tablet intact.

Angel closes the door and skillfully presses the slight bulge in the lower right corner of the plate-the key opening it.

A humble holographic screen projection, coupled with a row of holographic keys, appeared out of thin air in front of his eyes.

A row of Chinese characters is displayed on the screen at this time:

[The screen is locked, you need to answer the questions set by the administrator before you can unlock it.]

[Question 1oo: Recalibrate the following hologram with Seidel five aberrations, and resolve the final code with the Wigner Matrix according to the holographic arrangement:]

Question 1oo, this is the last question Jon has a.s.signed to Angel.

Before he got on board, every time he used the tablet, he sneaked turned it on, memorizing the questions before turning it off. When he got on the boat and had a separate private s.p.a.ce, he was a little more bold.

Every time a problem is solved, jump to the next question automatically. Angel pa.r.s.es Jon's problems using various disciplines, chemistry, physics, medicine, mathematics, and even philosophy; although the physical constant on this side of the world is slightly different from that of the earth, Jon's problems are basic applications. Which was within Angel's ability to cope.

Today, he will finally solve the final puzzle-.

After a whole afternoon, Angel froze as he arranged the answer to the last question.

“9371201.”

This is a number that an outsider can never understand, but Angel does.

The calendar of the Canary Empire: The Canary Empire Calendar Year 937, the first day of the Month of Frost (December 1).

It was Angel's birthday.

“Is that the final answer?” With some doubt, Angel entered the number into the answer bar on the screen.

When the numbers are entered, there is a change in light and shadow, followed by a row of system text.

[The answer is entered correctly and the screen is unlocked. The administrator can reset the login pa.s.sword to the system.]

As the handwriting disappeared, what appeared in front of Angel was a clean picture of the prairie. In the upper right corner of the desktop, there are two icons, one is a folder, the other is a text doc.u.ment named 'To Angel'.

Although Angel heard Jon talk about how the smart.w.a.tch works, it was the first time he had used it with his own hands, and with a little curiosity and a little expectation, Angel reached out and touched the icon of the doc.u.ment.

The next second, a letter from the electronic doc.u.ment quietly appeared in front of Angel.

“To my disciple Angel:

I don't know how long these 100 questions have baffled you? I don't know, how are you feeling so far away at this moment?

A lot of times, I think you are too difficult on yourself, there is no need for these old bones to say, to spell it out.

I once said that my hometown is an ancient civilization with a history of 5,000 years, of course, compared with the history of this world, it is not considered ‘ancient'. In the neighboring countries of my hometown, there is also another country with a long history, where a poet who has lived a life as a philosophy once said, “Leaving no trace of wings in the sky, but I have flown.”

My whole life, ah, born on earth, died on an alien planet, and lived a wonderful life. Saw two places, although in a different time and s.p.a.ce, but they have the same blue sky. It is a pity that my bitter wife and daughter, originally thinking that it would only be a few days of separation at the time for scientific research, alas. I didn't expect to never see them again.

However, to think differently, my wife, my daughter, is also the under the sky of earth, where my trace once existed.

And my disciple Angel, you are the trace I have left in this strange sky. Because you have not only inherited the Chinese culture, but also will ignite the fire of the earth's civilization in this world.

Speaking of which, I am a ‘bird', leaving a great mark, not only across time and s.p.a.ce, but also across the cosmic quadrant. Others travelers counterattack to hit faces, my travels, is in order to spread the gospel of civilization. Well, although I may die a little earlier than the protagonists in the novels, am I a little better in your eye?

When it comes to the world of wizards, I am really interested. I thought the world was as boring as the earth. I didn't expect it to hide such a mysterious corner. But I don't think I have that blessing to peek into around this corner, do I?

What a pity.

But even if I can't peek, you can. So, I hope you, my apprentice Angel, that you will be able to take the world of wizards to the extremes. Like every scholar loyal to his own study, he takes the concept as the singularity and uses that knowledge to burst a new universe.

The previous 1oo question is over, so the new topic I'm giving you now is to complete a paper that implements the true meaning of the wizard world. Will you do it?

I'm writing you this letter at this time, besides what I had just mentioned. In fact, I would also like to tell you, make good use of what I taught you, although some physical constants in this field are wrong, but for a scholar, the meaning is more important than the result, but the idea of correct calculations is equally important. I taught you to train your thought, I hope you can find the right weigh for you.

By the way, if I'm not mistaken, you should be at sea now.

There is no entertainment at sea. I have stored something in this smart chip as my last gift to you. I hope you like it.

Jon. Lai. ”

After reading the electronic doc.u.ment, Angel was silent for a long time.

Closes his eyes, clench his fist, his heart is inexplicably a little uncomfortable. He didn't know what Jon felt writing the letter, but he could feel the love behind every word.

Angel recalled all these years of life with his mentor and could not help but fall into a daze.

It was not until the middle of the night that he came to his senses.

There was a deep sigh, and he did not know why he mourns in my heart, and what that sigh meant.

Angel recalled the method of operation described by his mentor, carefully saved the electronic letter, and deliberately created a new copy of the doc.u.ment as a keepsake to treasure forever.

That's when the e-doc.u.ment was closed.

With a trace of sadness, with an inexplicable expectation, he opened the only folder on the tablet.