bullyxtreme Chapter 117 Academic Competition (2)
Chapter 117 Academic Competition (2)
The Academic Competition is about to be held as scheduled. As an annual grand event of the Council of the Church, almost all members of the Council of the Church are present, except for scholars who are conducting research outside the Council.
Although you are not a member of the Faculty of Law, given your outstanding academic achievements, you have been exceptionally granted an invitation from the current Grand Sage.
Tomorrow is the opening day of the championship.
"Nara Mufeng has something on her mind."
Lanromo suddenly appeared from the pitch-black night, its small, spinning leaf-like blades waving up and down as it greeted Mufeng.
Mu Feng, who had been staring blankly at something, snapped out of his reverie and forced a smile as he nodded at Lan Luomo.
Since returning home from the Pusper Café, he had been in a state of unease, unable to concentrate on even the simplest and most easily understood documents.
He tried to find the source of this unease, but ultimately found nothing.
What exactly went wrong?
Pusper Cafe, Elhesen, Nilu, Kavi, Academic Competition...
A myriad of complex concepts intertwined and combined in Mu Feng's mind, yet it always seemed as if something was missing, completely unable to form a recognizable logical thread.
No, none of that is right...
But there must be something he overlooked...
His subconscious told him that if this unease was allowed to develop freely, it would surely lead to unimaginable consequences.
"Nara Mufeng's distress is much like that of a thorny crocodile that can't find fish to eat in the forest."
Lanluomo floated leisurely above Mufeng's head and handed him a small bowl of mushroom soup.
"Lan Cha Tu's 'One-Headed Mushroom' dish can cheer Nala up. Nala Mufeng, give it a try."
Caught in a jumble of thoughts, Mu Feng subconsciously took the small bowl and absentmindedly poured the contents into his mouth.
The next moment, the unique flavor of the raw mushrooms and the cool, slippery texture of the slime instantly jolted Mu Feng, who was deep in thought, into a series of shivers.
"Lamufeng is awake now. Lanchatu's cooking is very effective. I will tell her this good news."
Lanromo waved his leaf hands happily a few times, his small body floating up and down in the air, seemingly very proud of the idea he had just come up with.
"Lanromo, the cooking was very effective, but next time we should try a different method."
To accommodate Lanluomo's good intentions, Mu Feng forced down the mushroom in his mouth and gave a wry smile.
I always felt that he had an innate resistance to strange and unusual dishes. Could it be just his imagination?
Oh no, will it be Ah Ying's turn to make the judgment next time?
"How is the forest?"
Temporarily setting aside his lingering worries and anxieties, Mu Feng brought Lan Luomo some water and snacks from the kitchen and turned the conversation to the situation in the dead zone of the rainforest.
"That wretched 'Wuluoda' is withering the forest; Lanramo must return to Hengnalana as soon as possible."
When the topic of the rainforest was brought up, the golden leaf on Lanromo's head seemed to spin faster, circling the water glass with a slightly restless air.
"Naramufeng, take care. Lanlaga is summoning us. Lanromo must go back first."
"Be careful, Lanromo."
Under Mu Feng's worried gaze, Lan Luomo, concerned about the situation in the rainforest, hurriedly waved his little hand and quickly disappeared into the dark night outside the window, just as he had appeared.
……
[On the second day, the academic competition officially began.]
[For such a grand event, the gods of Mount Sumeru should naturally be present; however, during the opening ceremony, Naxida, the goddess of grass, appeared for less than a quarter of an hour.]
[Even before the great sage on stage had finished speaking, several scholars led her away from the meeting, giving the reason given to the public that the God of Grass had more important matters to attend to.]
You know, this is just an excuse for those sages to continuously weaken Narcida's influence in Sumeru.
The scholars in the conference hall seemed accustomed to this; they were now more concerned with the upcoming academic exchanges and competitions, and the resulting power shifts.
Hidden among the crowd, you paid no heed to the great sage's long discourse, your gaze fixed fixed on Nasita, who sat demurely on the high platform.
Having lived in Jingshan Palace for so long, she seemed somewhat unaccustomed to such a bustling occasion. Her small hands were clasped nervously in front of her as she cautiously observed her subjects.
At this moment, she didn't seem like a deity, but rather like a child who had done something wrong.
But you truly perceive that the minor deities are very pleased to see the people and scholars who can see Mount Sumeru.
Nasita seemed to notice your gaze; she tilted her head and smiled gently at you.
However, the next moment, several scholars quietly approached and spoke to her. Nasita seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still obediently left her seat.
In the instant the little deity turned away, you clearly saw the lingering affection in her eyes.
The great sage's passionate speech still echoed in the hall, yet the sight of that empty seat seemed particularly ironic.
You left your seat before the opening ceremony ended, and walked home with mixed feelings.
……
night.
Mu Feng lay on his side on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
The scene at the opening ceremony was quite a shock to him; a god of a nation disappeared silently from the grand gathering, and not a single person raised any objection.
Even as she left with a somber look on her face, she couldn't attract the slightest attention from the arrogant "wise men."
It's laughable that these scholars in the Church of Jesus, who claim to be believers in God, have truly taken the belief in "atheism" to the extreme.
He had considered overthrowing the existing ecclesiastical council based on the traveler's plan, but he rejected these plans one by one.
The familiar characters are all still young and lack the support of status and power. Even if they know how the plot is going to develop, they cannot make any effective changes for the time being.
Do we really have to keep waiting like this?
Mu Feng clenched his fists, but then he heard the door close slightly outside, probably because his father, who had just finished the competition, had returned home.
"Ugh……"
A faint sigh could be heard, and Mu Feng turned his attention toward the door with a puzzled look, listening carefully to his parents' conversation in the living room.
"...So that's how it is..."
"...I knew all along that even though everyone thought he would win, he simply couldn't beat that person..."
"...This isn't a competition where academic ability alone will win. I just hope he can overcome this on his own..."
"...Shh, keep your voice down, don't disturb the child..."
The voices of his parents gradually faded away, but after hearing all this, Mu Feng felt as if a thunderbolt had struck him. He stood blankly in front of the door, his fingers beginning to tremble slightly.
He finally found the source of his unease.
Hopefully it's not too late yet.