456 The Mad Dog (1/2)

In Douglas's magic tower in his demiplane.

The latest issue of Arcana beside him, Artil burst out loud laughter. ”It's been proven! I knew it! What a pity that I wasn't there in Brook's lab and missed the chance to see the look on his face! He must be beyond desperate! I'd be laughing in my sleep now if his cognitive world had exploded just like that idiot Lauren!”

Joy. Wild joy. Artil could not hold it back.

Fed up with Artil's crazy spirit, Norman coughed a bit and secretly thought to himself that Artil indeed deserved the title of the Mad Dog — that was how the other arcanists called Artil.

Norman's face was a bit pale from the injury in his soul. Using Douglas' lab, he just verified the conclusion published in the journal.

To find the mysterious dimension, the legendaries in the congress had gone all out. Very frequently, they had to leave Allyn for the exploration. Therefore, although Douglas was also paying lots of attention to the verification of the light quantum hypothesis, his progress in improving the magic circles was slower than that of Lauren. However, after the design of the experiment was published in Arcana, it only took him half an hour to finish the improvement.

Luciana was in a very good mood as well. After the suppression of all these years had been released, she did share the same wild joy with Artil. However, she was definitely much more restrained. ”Lucien Evans is indeed the most promising one of the younger generation to become the next grand arcanist. His hypothesis derives from the perspective which was ignored by all our particle theory supporters. I'm starting to appreciate the light quantum theory now. Maybe the form of the world is actually discontinuous…”

”If it is discontinuous, then what about calculus?!” scolded Artil. The fact that he had paid Lucien the fifty-thousand arcana points did not mean that he had fully accepted the hypothesis. In his eyes, Lucien's hypothesis was just another variation of the particle theory, and it had nothing to do with if the world was continuous or not.

”There must be something wrong with the hypothesis! It has to be changed! I'd say the same thing even if Lucien Evans was standing right in front of me!” said Artil.

By the way, Lucien had used the fifty-thousand arcana points to pay off his debt with the Lord of Storm.

Luciana was just expressing her happiness, and she used 'maybe' before her ideas. However, it still triggered Artil's anger. Luciana felt offended and her lips moved silently in the shape of the words,

”Mad Dog.”

Artil did not care about Norman and Luciana's attitude at all. He picked up a piece of information and read it, then let out a satisfied and vicious laugh. ”Lauren, Christal… An archmage, three senior-rank mages, twenty-seven middle-rank sorcerers, and more whose cognitive worlds have gone broken and solidified. Those bloody wave theory supporters finally got what they deserve! When they were showing off their victory years ago, had they ever imagined today's situation? When Brook reached his throne of grand arcanist stepping on blood and brains, had he ever thought of his miserable ending?”

His hatred was even stronger than what Luciana and Norman imagined. Luciana frowned. Although she was also a supporter of the particle theory, she still thought that Artil's hatred was too much — Lauren and the others were all sorcerers of the Congress, one shouldn't act such happy and thrilled to their death.

Norman looked quite pissed. When he was just about to refute Artil's words, the look on his face suddenly changed to respect.

”Sir.”

Douglas had walked down the stairs. Slightly frowning, he said to Artil. ”Mind your manner, Artil. There are still phenomena, including the classic double-slit interference image, that cannot be explained by the light quantum hypothesis. We have to remain careful and humble all the time. All the sorcerers who died are our companions. We do have disagreements, but we still share the same goal — to strengthen the Congress of Magic.”

”Yes, Sir…” Artil held back his joy. ”Lucien Evans is the one who made this happen; too bad he couldn't carry out the accurate experiment three years ago. I wonder how he's feeling right now, and what he is working on.”

”I heard that Lucien Evans is working on particle bombardment following his teacher, the Lord of Storm,” answered Norman. As a member of the Affair Committee in charge of the Magic Engineering Department, he knew that the department was sending senior-rank sorcerers to Lucien's Atom Institution to improve the facilities.

Douglas nodded. ”Fernando has taken Lucien here. Artil, if you really want to know, you could directly ask them. Norman, if you don't feel comfortable seeing Lucien, you can go back. Don't force yourself to do it.”

Norman was a bit discouraged. ”No matter what I think, the experiment result speaks the loudest.”

”Great. I was about to thank him and have a conversation with him in person.” Luciana, on the other hand, was surprised and delighted.

She was working on improving her own meditation method using the light quantum hypothesis, and she had many questions to ask. Some of the questions she could talk to Douglas, but the rest would be most efficiently solved if she could directly talk to Lucien.

Artil was also excited. ”I have to ask him if he still has other experiment clues for completely destroying the wave theory!”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

— And send most sorcerers in the Congress who were above middle-rank to death?

Casting an angry glance at Artil, Luciana hoped that Artil knew what he was trying to encourage.

After a few minutes, Lucien, who was wearing the black double-breasted suit and his monocle, walked into the small living room following the Lord of Storm.

”Got something new again?” Douglas saw the thick pile of parchment in Fernando's hand.

The paper rose up in the air and flew to Douglas.

”Lucien's 'New Alchemy'. Take a look at it yourself,” said Fernando.

Fernando's scarlet eyes looked around. Artil, Norman, and Luciana all took a step back spontaneously from his vigor. With the Lord of Storm present, they dared not to pry into the paper using their spiritual power.

Seeing that Fernando was being unusually serious, Douglas started reading the paper attentively,

As he read further, Douglas's mouth slightly opened and raised his right hand, as if he was about to make some strong comments. But he held himself back and kept reading.

Time went by. And it had been two hours.

Douglas's students just waited there. They dared not to talk or even use Telepathic Bond. Douglas should not be disturbed at this moment — They knew it very well.