Sexual courtesy, that's hard to say.

Amidst the whining green wind, the papers and scattered pages on the ground were scurrying around the room like living creatures.

Just as Fan Ning was thinking about whether to check the library on this floor in detail to ensure that the information was obtained sufficiently and comprehensively, or to save time as much as possible and directly try to go to the upper floor to find the return passage——

His eyes inadvertently glanced at a piece of white paper floating by his feet, and his keen sense allowed him to capture the writing on it very clearly.

A familiar name jumped into my sight.

The paper had slipped several meters away. Fan Ning quickly took a few steps forward, leaned over and grabbed it back.

Noaic, an obscure source language older than Tulungarian.

Because the white paper had been torn, the content was incomplete, and the ink on the writing showed a very profound and colorful flash, which always reminded Fan Ning of five paintings by Vincent.

Moreover, there are many discontinuities in the middle of the strokes, which makes Fan Ning suspect that it was originally seven-color, and it was only because of his own sublimation practice that five-sevenths of it became visible.

"...Ha! I am really impressed by the people who participated in the seminar today, especially that guy McAdam. Every time he has a cautious and conservative expression of constipation... Do you need to be secretive? Do you need to pretend?

Are you being restrained and reserved? Why don’t you say those words frankly? Let’s put it on the table and discuss it in depth!!!”

"What kind of adult topic seminar is this..." The wording and tone of the diarist made Fan Ning look strange, but he confirmed that his eyes were not wrong just now.

That familiar name is really McAdam.

When Fan Ning saw this name, his first thought was that he was Miss Roy's father, but then he realized that was not the case.

If your judgment is correct, the owner of this library and the diary writer is none other than Okegan, the last president of the Alchemist Association!

The McAdam he mentioned should be a certain generation of Roy's ancestors.

Only Ockgun's identity before he went mad could qualify him to address another core family leader of the Bologna School in such a casual and equal tone.

This seems to be Okgang's private emotional diary after a high-level seminar of the school.

Fan Ning was curious about what topic they were discussing.

His reading speed was not fast, and the difficult Noahic language and two-sevenths of the strokes were broken, which were all obstacles. But when he saw a certain keyword in the next line, he was so shocked that his pupils suddenly froze.

The space was enlarged.

This word may not be directly related to the current situation, but any knowledgeable person who sees it will have a weird reaction no less than Fan Ning's!

"...What "Whether a true knowledge can be thoroughly penetrated", what "On the fourth type of origin form", what "On the theoretical feasibility of ordinary creatures passing through the door of the dome", what "on the number of seats and noble actions"

"...The speakers on the left are also interesting. They are obviously just a scholar, but they are more interested in the topic than anyone else. Okay, I admit it, although this topic sounds more ridiculous than how to popularize steam engines.

It’s a little talk, but it’s really enjoyable to talk about…”
Chapter completed!