Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 547 Result Change
On the Hidden Island, on the ship of the Church of Wisdom.

The Pope was sitting in the study on the top floor, reading a book and writing and drawing on the white paper on the table, and sitting opposite him was Bastoli.

Bastoli crossed his legs, leaned his body into the soft backrest of the sofa, and looked up at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

"How long will it take to work out that name?"

Bastoli asked boredly.

"It will be soon. Be patient. If you really have nothing to do, you can go check the mechanical condition of the battleship. We will set off again in two days."

"We're almost at the finish line, and you're still carrying these useless guys?"

"Ah."

The Pope did not speak to Bastoli in a respectful manner. Even though Bastoli was the projection of the god "Living Flame", the Pope was not as servile as other preachers on earth.

His body is no longer what it used to be. It is a gift from God. In the Pope's view, Bastoli is just an incomplete projection of God, and it is already a great honor to let him be on an equal footing with himself.

"Do you know what you are doing now? Do you need me to remind you again?"

Bastoli sat up straight and took a look at what the Pope was writing on the paper, which was filled with the results of the calculations in the Pope's mind.

The people of the Holy Maiden Sect thought they had destroyed the most core batch of steam machinery of the Church of Wisdom, but they didn't know that the most powerful machine in the entire Church of Wisdom was the Pope sitting in front of them.

The Pope is the key to the calculation! The other devices only play some dispensable auxiliary effects.

"Of course I remember, you don't need to remind me.

But I think these have no impact on us. The people of the Hidden Island decide their own affairs. Since the core of the transaction is to calculate the result, I will give them the result.

As for what happens next..."

The Pope also looked out the window:

"That has nothing to do with us. It's their problem."

"I just hope it all makes sense this time."

Bastoli's expression was as strange as ever, but the Pope seemed to understand what he meant and nodded:
"Don't worry. I have already discussed it with Perseus. After I give the answer, I will enter the temple an hour earlier. There, I will find all the clues related to the stone tablet..."

Halfway through his words, the Pope suddenly froze, looking out the window with a puzzled look in his eyes:

"Strange, some numbers and graphs have changed..."

"You said you could rely on this body..."

Bastoli snorted impatiently, and the Pope waved his hand to shut him up, muttering to himself:
"How could this happen... Could it be that... the other party also realized what the people on the Hidden World Island were doing?"

……

Hidden Island, in the lounge of the Dog Riding Rabbit.

Millie Tang was sitting in front of a round table, frowning as she compared the hundreds of white papers spread out on the table. The handwriting on each piece of paper was different. Some were written by believers of the Saint's Sect, and some were written by maids on the Secluded Island.

"What's the problem?"

Millie Tang felt dry mouth. Different from the personal calculations of the Pope of the Church of Wisdom, the work on the side of the Holy Maiden was divided into layers, and almost all the manpower that could be mobilized was mobilized.

Millie Tang sorted the various scroll rubbings found from Mu Continent into different categories and distributed them to the believers in the Holy Maiden Sect who were proficient in mysticism.

They are the backbone of the calculations, while some tasks that do not require rubbing but simply require proofreading and merging are handed over to the maids of the Hidden Island.

The reason why the locals were not allowed to touch the rubbings was to prevent the contents of the rubbings from being stolen by Perseus and others in advance. The reason why the order of the rubbings was disrupted was because they were worried that some believers in the Saint's sect would leak the information.

In the end, both parties will summarize their work results to Millie Tang, who will then bring Dolores and a few other closest partners to carry out the final step of deduction.

This division of labor process was originally reasonable and efficient, and there had never been any problems in the past week, but today... Millie Tang suddenly found that the results didn't match!

"Shani, make me a cup of black tea!"

Mr. Shani was able to get out of bed a few days ago, but he is still rather weak. He is now only about 1.3 meters tall at most, and at first glance he looks like a child laborer.

"Okay, Master's wife! What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll cook you some eggplant."

Shani is busy every day doing the work in the kitchen.

"No! A sandwich will do!"

There was no time to eat. Millie Tang clenched her fists tightly. So far, she had not found out what the problem was.

This is the problem that this kind of division of labor will inevitably cause. There is too much data, and if there is a slight mistake, the work records of several days will be replayed.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​digital files, Millie Tang felt a sense of powerlessness that was almost desperate.

If they let the Church of the God of Wisdom get ahead, everything would be over. Not only would they not be able to obtain the ancient books and scrolls in the temple, but the people on the Hidden Island would also most likely be persuaded by the Church of the God of Wisdom to attack them!

"Shani, don't be busy cooking today, come and help!"

Although Mr. Shani speaks in a silly way, Milly Tang knows that he is one of those clan creatures with extremely high IQ and is full of curiosity about knowledge.

The reason why Milly Tang did many things behind his back in the early days of Mosesad was because she did not fully trust Mr. Shani at that time.

So far, the eldest apprentice has basically done three things every day: learning "skills" from his master, busying himself in the kitchen, and occasionally reading the gardening book lent to him by Millie Tang.

Mr. Shani fought hard in the battle a few days ago, and Milly Tang has completely accepted this eldest disciple in her heart. Judging from the facts, this person must be a loyal minister.

"Oh, okay, I don't know how to do these... Master, you have to teach me."

Mr. Shani put down the kitchen knife he was using to cut the sandwich, wiped his hands on his apron, and sat in the chair next to Millie Tang to study together.

Millie Tang was busy until sunset. She stood up to light the kerosene lamp, but Mr. Shani suddenly slapped the table:
"Master's wife, I think I can see something is wrong. Look here, here, and here."

Mr. Shani pulled out three pieces of paper, one of which was the result of the proofreading by the Hidden Island, one was the result of the calculation by the Saint's Sect, and the last one was the result of Roselis' observation.

Didn’t Kogan fetch a silver liquid material from Mu Continent? That thing plays an important role in the entire calculation process.

The silver material will constantly change its shape according to a certain rule, and only based on these shapes can the final step of deduction be made.

“Master’s Wife, you see, the part about the Hidden World Island and the Saint’s Sect is consistent, but the pattern of change in the ritual liquid today is different from the previous few days.

In fact, everyone was right in their calculations, it was the materials that had the problem. "

"Something's wrong with the materials!?"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the white paper, and Millie Tang murmured to herself.

It shouldn't be like that. I've researched that material before, and it's very stable. I've also specially made a magic circle to protect the material. There shouldn't be any problems, absolutely not.

Could it be...

Millie Tang also thought of a possibility. Just last night, the name of the god suddenly changed!

(End of this chapter)