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"Do you really believe the continent beneath our feet is a planet that’s perpetually spinning? That’s simply inconceivable."

"Didn’t Mr. Lynn just provide experimental proof? The pendulum that keeps shifting without any external force is the best evidence."

"Ignorance, the pendulum has always been swinging back and forth in a straight line, which proves that it’s not the pendulum that’s spinning, but the land beneath our feet!"

…

Rushing to the seminar, Trisha perfectly missed the end of the discussion, only to see wizards walking out of the venue in an orderly fashion.

Excitement was barely concealed on everyone’s faces, with continuous discussions about Lynn’s pendulum experiment.

On her way there, Trisha had already heard Lynn’s name no fewer than thirty times, which made her feel somewhat uneasy.

"Cas, where’s Teacher Harrov?" Trisha stopped a familiar male wizard and asked eagerly.

"Lord Harrov just left with Mr. Lynn a moment ago," Cas responded.

Trisha’s expression immediately changed, understanding she was still too late, and quickly inquired about what had taken place during the seminar.

"You really missed out by not attending today’s seminar. You didn’t see how Mr. Lynn single-handedly refuted the wizards of the Prophecy School until there was nothing left to salvage..."

Cas excitedly recounted the amusing incidents of the seminar, oblivious to the increasingly ugly expression on Trisha’s face.

"Are you saying, the teacher is even preparing to award that Lynn the Corona Medal?" Trisha could hardly believe her ears, a strong sense of jealousy surging within her. That was the highest accolade in the Magic Academic world; how could a mere third-tier wizard deserve such an honor?

"Indeed, Mr. Lynn is probably ahead of everyone in terms of research on stars and gravity. It’s unknown which great figure from the Secret Magic Society he apprentices with, but his scholarly contributions to the theoretical research of Magic Academics are impressively profound!" Cas said with admiration, noting that although Lynn was only an official wizard, he was more learned than many great wizards.

Trisha’s head buzzed. She had originally thought Lynn’s research would at most provide some aid to her teacher’s theories.

However, according to Cas’s description, it was not the case. Lynn seemed to have preemptively organized and concluded the theory of gravity, and in a very thorough way. Even her teacher had sought his advice on the matter of stellar gravity.

But how could this be?

This was the very topic her teacher had failed to unravel after years of research, the ultimate answer to the stars and the universe!

After parting with Cas, Trisha listlessly returned to the manor.

Harrov too had already returned and was now considering what opening remarks to make at tonight’s meeting so as not to undermine the prestige of Wizard Land.

"Teacher..." Trisha called out softly, racking her brains on how to maintain her current status.

Harrov snapped back to reality and looked at Trisha, speaking indifferently. "From now on, there’s no need to address me that way anymore, Trisha."

Because of the opponent’s arrogance and prejudice, he almost missed the chance to perfect the theory of gravity.

It must be known that there are more legendary Wizards in the council than just him, Lynn could have easily found another person to elucidate the three great laws of celestial orbits and the formulas of universal gravity.

Even though these theories would eventually be published, they would probably have nothing to do with him and he would likely be mocked by his colleagues. More importantly, the chance to discuss and explore magic academic with the legendary wizards of the Secret Magic Society would be given to someone else.

"Teacher, please, give me one more chance..." Trisha knelt down on the spot in fear, crying with tears streaming down her face.

"It was that Lynn who took the honors that should have belonged to you, the law of free fall should have been researched by you first..."

"The Corona Medal, yes, and the Corona Medal, you have been researching that theory of gravity for many years, and you were about to publish these results when Lynn suddenly came out of nowhere..."

The more Trisha spoke, the more agitated she became. Apart from excusing her behavior for causing difficulties to Lynn, she also had some genuine feelings—in fact, last night she truly felt that the other party wanted to join the research of the theory of gravity with one or two novel ideas, to share that glory.

"Do you think the Corona Medal is very important to me?" Harrov shook his head.

Trisha stood there stunned, tears still hanging on her face, not quite understanding what Harrov meant.

"That is indeed the highest honor of Wizard Land, but the fundamental purpose of the council setting up these awards is to encourage Wizards to explore new fields, to publish their researched magic theories to the public, and to promote academic exchange throughout the Magic World," Harrov said indifferently.

"I think you have forgotten something, Trisha, for Wizards, so-called honors, money, and status are nothing but derivatives of power, but only knowledge is the source of power!"

Suppressing academic opinions unfavorable to oneself for the sake of honor is completely missing the point.

Saying this, Harrov couldn’t help but sigh because in Wizard Land, such things were not uncommon.

"Do you know why I was willing to take you under my wing a year ago?" Harrov suddenly asked.

Trisha hesitated for a while before she spoke. "It was because of an academic paper..."

"’Discussing the Similarities and Differences Between Magnetic Force and Gravitational Force.’ " Harrov recited the title of the paper in full, then continued shaking his head.

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"I must say that the article was very well written. Without the ability to use Force Field Magic, based only on the materials in the Magic Bookstore, you made many innovative conjectures, and that’s why I was willing to give you a chance."

"As my disciple, you could easily seek the help of those great Wizards to allocate sufficient resources to verify these theories, but what now? A whole year has passed, how much of your research has been completed?" Harrov asked.

Trisha’s face was full of shame, and she stuttered without being able to speak.

"Instead, you’ve wasted your time and energy attending banquets and listening to flattery." Harrov’s words were very severe, dropping a piece of parchment and decisively said, "You are no longer fit to be my disciple, I will call Korol over to take over your work."

Trisha collapsed onto the ground, her body slack. She understood that from today, all the glory and status would drift far away from her. Those Wizards who had flattered and pleased her before would likely return the humiliation many times over once they heard the news.

Trisha’s eyes vacant, she turned towards that piece of parchment, which was the magic academic paper she had submitted a year ago and had won Harrov’s approval. Different now, were the many annotations on it; it had become the only thing she could take with her...