The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 519 - 294: An Su Never Talks to Zhang Yu Again
Motherfucker.
An Su cursed in his heart as the streak of Sun Flame had already covered his body, his eyes forced open, feeling only the dazzling light above and below.
The blazing white fire flowed out from both the firmament and the trenches of the earth, engulfing An Su from all directions. The taste of the sparks, the smell of gunpowder, all so real, as if right before his eyes, yet as if everything were but an illusion.
His body was burnt, his limbs turned to charcoal, his features seared together, his skin destroyed, and his organs turned to nitre; with a gust of wind, they would turn to scattered ashes.
The fiercely hot Sun Fire scorched his soul. He knelt on the ground, flames rising from within his body. A Magician without the Solar Bloodline, unless one was a Demigod-level freak like Bishop Morgan, could not possibly endure the Sun Flame.
Just as An Su was about to lose consciousness, the strand of Life River Water in the core of his soul gradually nourished him, a cool chill soaking his spirit from head to toe. The strand of Sun Flame and the Life Water melded and neutralized each other, finally extinguishing the heat. Although not refined and inherited by An Su, it ceased to be hazardous, the small flame quietly nesting at the bottom of his soul.
The next moment, he abruptly opened his eyes.
The pale blue flame flickered within his eyes, swaying slowly.
An Su checked over his trunk and limbs; not a spot was scorched. He slightly squinted his eyes and raised his head. The alley was silent, the cold autumn wind rustling through the leaves, and the blazing fire he had seen had never existed.
"Kid, you've been bewitched by your readings."
Annand's voice came from above An Su,
"You're uneducated and don't understand science... The stars in the sky actually won't fall down, you know. It's just something adults use to scare disobedient children. I've known this since I was eighteen."
He gazed at An Su with a look of pity for the illiterate, a sorrowful, helpless sigh escaping his lips.
The disgust of being despised.
An Su's face turned pale, his expression incredulous as he stared at Annand. He could never have imagined that one day he would be despised by a Dari for being uneducated!
Seeing An Su's expression, Annand knew what he was thinking and let out a light laugh. He was an uncle skilled in reading expressions and said amiably,
"Kid, I know. Suddenly facing the truth of this high-class Magic Guidance science has caused a severe shock to your long-standing worldview."
Annand's face was full of understanding, soothing him in a tone one would use with a little child, "But, we must face the facts eventually. Uncle also found it unbelievable, unwilling to accept, and incomprehensible when I first encountered this cosmic truth. But as long as you read more books, listen to more news, and learn more words like Uncle did, you will eventually understand this profound science."
An Su fell silent.
The ultimate insult.
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This was the ultimate insult from an illiterate to a student of magic.
Dummy, I studied for a whole seventeen years in my past life!!
An Su had never expected that Annand the Demigod would be so powerfully and indescribably formidable. It's no wonder he was called 'God of War,' impacting all equally upon arrival, not just Arthur who suffered the ultimate insult, but even the cunning An Su was not spared!
Facing Annand's pitying gaze, An Su's face was full of resignation, if only he could defeat Annand…
"Your Majesty Annand." An Su took a deep breath and experimentally wrote 'Sun Fire' on a piece of paper, "What does this read?"
"Dari People," Annand replied matter-of-factly. Such elementary school-level arithmetic was a no-brainer for him, "I'm very good at math, especially subtraction."
He didn't recognize the character for fire, so by subtracting two strokes, he understood.
The integration of disciplines and interdisciplinary communication promoted by the Church was exemplified in this manner. Annand had combined language and mathematics together.
"And what do these three characters read as?" An Su wrote 'Dari People' on the paper again.
Annand fell into a brief silence, then again applied his subtraction method of literacy, and confidently said,
"Human Day People."
What a chaotic and filthy term, more outrageous than Dari People, was thus born.
He had thought Dari People was already the cultural low point of the age, but he didn't expect Annand could dig even deeper.
Old fart, you are unbeatable.
An Su's smile was forced, but after these two rounds of testing, he had become resigned and relieved. After all, Annand had already gone this far; why not go along with him?
"Thank you for the naming, Your Majesty Annand," he complied, his pallid eyes filled with a peaceful smile, "The flame in my soul shall be called 'Human Day People' then."
"Dream on!" Annand chuckled lightly, shaking his head proudly, "Such a cultured and elegant name for a flame, I naturally have to save it for my son. How could I bestow it on a boy from the Chenxing family!"
"'Human Day People,' fits that stinky kid Arthur's temperament so well."
An Su turned back, looking towards Arthur fighting fiercely with the Demon Men not far away, and for a moment, he thought Annand made a lot of sense. He just wondered whether 'Human Day People' or 'Ri Zi' was more absurd.
"There's another reason, kid."
