Chapter 460: Crossroads (Ⅱ)

Early in the morning on Sunday, Thomas and Edward argued in the living room on the first floor. After two hours of arguing, they failed to reach a consensus.
Joan didn't participate in their argument, holding the teacup in a daze.
In these two short months, he witnessed too many deaths with his own eyes, and the most touching thing was the deaths of the three teachers.
Colonel Harrison was assassinated, making Joan truly aware of the cruelty of the war. No one is absolutely safe on the battlefield, and death may suddenly fall on anyone's head, including the highest commander of the army.
Compared with the accidental assassination of Colonel Harrison, Grandpa Joan’s death is the other extreme, making him feel deeply the hardships of his life. He can’t escape from all the sufferings of being sick, old, sick, or dead. At that moment, suffering and suffering only came to an end and was finally relieved.
It’s okay to die in battle, Shou is finally sick, and Colonel Harrison and Grandpa are at least those who are still longevity. They lived to that age, experienced countless ups and downs, were accustomed to sorrow and joy, and had children and grandchildren behind them. No regrets.
But Robert Rawls is different.
The star professor of Leiden College is in his prime, and his body and energy are in the best state of his life. No wife, children and family need to care about it. All his energy is devoted to the teaching and research work he deeply loves. There are three under his door. The genius disciple he was proud of, his academic research has just made a major breakthrough, his career is about to reach its peak, but he was suddenly interrupted, so silently ended his supposedly glorious life, all dreams have become Bubble...
Of course, Joan hates the murderer who assassinated his mentor, but what makes him feel deeper is the impermanence of destiny, which can not help but breed a sense of anxiety of "short life," and can not help silently calculating how long he can live.
If you are lucky enough, you will live long enough to live smoothly, but you will still have 50 years.
Converted to days, less than 20,000 days.
In this short 20,000 days, how much can a person who is keen on knowledge learn?
A simple measure of learning efficiency by reading a book a day can only read less than 20,000 books in total.
If we convert all the knowledge accumulated so far in the human world into books, there are more than 20,000 volumes. I am afraid that there are more than 20 million to 20 million.
After a simple calculation, Joan couldn't help but sweat.
Even if he has worked hard to learn new knowledge throughout his life, he will never be able to master one-thousandth of all the knowledge accumulated by human society in the past thousands of years of history, let alone the inheritance of civilizations of other races.
In this short life, it is not enough to learn the knowledge that has been handed down to the world. How can there be enough time to explore the unknown field, and how much new knowledge can be created?
Seeking knowledge is Joan’s greatest pleasure, and this pleasure mainly stems from a sense of accomplishment.
If you only learned the knowledge created by others throughout your life, it would be like chewing the food that others have eaten and reinventing the wheel, what is the sense of accomplishment?
When infinite curiosity contradicts the limited lifespan, Joan really feels the fragility and shortness of life for the first time in his life. What is the meaning of such a short and fragile life?
Even if a person has made some achievements in his short life, it is nothing more than a fleeting little wave in the long history of infinite history. If luck is good enough, make a huge contribution enough to remember future generations, and put his own name Writing a history book is indeed glorious, but people always die. When you close your eyes, what meaning does the glory behind have for a dead person?
Joan vaguely had a hunch that he might not be able to find the answers to the above questions at Leiden College.
Only by leaving the Port of Leiden, the environment that is already familiar and comfortable, and going to Midgard, to the more distant new world, can it be possible to understand the meaning of life.
Once this crazy thought was born, it couldn't be suppressed, and it expanded rapidly, completely occupying Joan's mind.
When he came back, he realized that Thomas and Edward were still arguing about which professor they ran to, and had to come forward to persuade them.
"You don't need to quarrel over such trivial matters. Since Edward thinks that Master Wordsworth is better, he can put him in his door, and Thomas appreciates Professor Hamilton more. Then go and be his student. Nobody asks you to have to. You cannot study under the same professor."
Edward and Thomas stopped arguing and looked at him with both eyes, seeming to be surprised by his indifferent attitude of "outsiders".
"Joan, we quarreled because we didn't want to break up!" Thomas shouted excitedly.
"If there are only two of me and Thomas, frankly, we don't mind our future, the question is you, Joan, do you choose Professor Wordsworth or Professor Hamilton?" Edward said solemnly, "If you Choosing the latter, even if I am not willing, will change my decision. After all, the most important thing is not to follow which professor to continue studying, but the three of us will be together for the next two years."
Thomas nodded with a smile: "Edward finally said a man's words, Joanne, you can make a decision, choose Wordsworth or Hamilton?"
"I chose Robert Rawls." Joan answered softly.
"Don't be silly! Tutor Rawls is gone!" Thomas thumped the sofa angrily.
"Joan, we are also saddened by the death of Tutor Rawls, but we can't be resurrected. We are still young, and we have to look at everything in the long run..."
Edward tried to persuade Joan to be sensible and face reality, but he soon realized that these philosophies were doomed to persuade the stubborn teenager.
"Since I can't continue to follow the Rolls mentor, I don't choose any!" Joan stood up and said firmly, "I plan to leave Leiden College!"
"Leave? What do you mean?" Thomas looked at Joan in surprise. "Are you going to transfer, suspend school, or... drop out?"
"It's possible." Joan lowered his head and said quietly, "I also want to leave decently. If I can't do it, it doesn't matter if I drop out."
"Joan, what are you talking about!"
Edward couldn't understand Joan's thinking at all, trying to persuade him to give up his impulsive thoughts.
"Take a step back and say that even if you really hate this school, you can't make a joke about your future, it's better to find a tutor first, and you don't have to go to class...you are now a 4th-level mage, at most. I can be promoted to the 5th-level Master in one year. Isn't it good to graduate with great scenery?"
"You said it well, the planning is very reasonable, Edward, but that is not the life plan I want."
Joan answered blankly.
"Don't say a year, even a month, a week, I don't want to stay here anymore."
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