331 Grandpa Penn in the Thirty-first Story of Advancement ③

"So I'm interpreting that as a difference in perception. Gillemeim's proposition of virtual demons The distortion of the existence of microscopic demons, if you dare to compare them, is caused by the fact that humans have flouted the value of perceiving and thinking on a microscopic scale when constructing the meaning of words and magical theories, more so in everyday life"

I talk about the paradox of Gillemeim's virtual demon before Meir and Penrat.

Penlato nods over and over and runs a sorcery ceremony and array letters on the paper in his hand.

Next to it, Meir had a flashy look on her face.

"No, that's just not too much to say...... no, but I see! If you think about it, Tsujitsu will fit, huh...? No, after all, Master Abel has a brainchild that transcends even the Levi God, the founder of the Divine Age...!

"Naturally, every word, concept, assumes that we take it big-time. Because I thought the same thing about witchcraft, there's a conceptual discrepancy. Gillemeim advocates as a paradox to come thoroughly and poke at it, to tell the great layers of the sacrificed part of the crossing there, and to engage it in the dimensional space."

"But that's too different from the interpretation of the existing virtual demon paradox... As foolish as it sounds, I still can't fully accept that right now. When it comes to the paradox of virtual demons, it is a theory that becomes a big book, which has produced thought experiments such as the support of the tree-shaped diagrammatical parallel world theory and the Nyalun of the Pandora Box, but denies all of them by mistake......!

The paradox of the virtual demon of Gillemeim, if I say it slowly, is something such as thinking about the inconsistencies that arise when one considers that an ultra-small micro-device composed of a few spiritual bodies has occurred, based on the characteristics of the spiritual bodies' smallest unit, the spiritual bodies, from which one makes assumptions about the nature of the demons.

By the time Gillemeim was alive, the theory prevailed that there could be no such thing because the supposed microscopic demon is too simple for the spiritual body to have the function of a spiritual structure, so this fictional existence, the microscopic demon itself, does not occur, and it was assumed that this very idea was ridiculous in the first place.

But after the fall of Gillemeim, more than a hundred years later, the theory became predominant: 'If we develop and think about conventional magical and spiritual theories, it is more natural to think that such beings can be established, not to mention that the probability of occurrence is unrealistic because it is astronomically low'.

It was proven at the end of a hundred years of development that Gillemeim was more right.

Most importantly, Gillemeim couldn't have said anything that could be denied even if he was an idiot, so it simply took him that long to catch up with even the shards of Gillemeim's values.

"So to conclude, I'm not saying that that's all, but if I dare to say it to a great deal of mischief, it means that the Spirit Body Equation in the Microscopic State of Gillemaim, created by developing from the paradox of the Virtual Devil of Gillemaim, simply transforms fundamental mistakes in thinking. Unless we're talking about a very small scale of spiritual bodies with unusual properties, we're not talking about interference in the upper dimension or in another world."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh! Excellent......! Stupidity, this stupidity is now making the truth of everything itself present! To be ashamed and sad is that this stupidity does not have the wisdom to just understand all of it......!

Penratt was in tears of tears, but suddenly distorted that face into sorrow, and began to cry, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"That's okay, Grandpa Penn. I'll stand next to you and support you."

"Dear Abel, Dear Abel, aaaaaaaaa!

Penrat hugged me.

I'm a little surprised, but I gently give a hug back to Penrat's little body.

"Dear Abel! Sorry, this stupidity, how awe-inspiring......!

I stroke Penrat's head.

With such an enthusiastic apprentice, Phage territory is also cheap.

There will be no problem if I leave this land for a while.

"Eh, uh, Meir and Meir figured it out! In short, because Mr. Gillemeim was never understood by anyone, he reopened it and said something big and sprinkled it on the smoke, which means no one has ever been able to make a decent interpretation except Abel!

"Huh? Uh, well, if you put it the way you don't have a body or a lid, that's not gonna happen. But...? Ultimately, every word indicates what it is, there is a difference in the way I think about it, and I don't blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, I don't care

"My little girl, who doesn't even know the history of witchcraft, wants to hear nothing but the consequences of her obsession! Your statement is that Gillemeim is an insult to the Wise, the Alchemist and, at the end of the day, to this great Abel, to the Daigalan, the Formula Mage Gerne and, at the end of the day, to all the wise men who learn magic, who have devoted their lives from the neglected golemologist Finacci to the hot ball! My apologies, Master Abel! I'm going to beat this little girl out of here.

Penratt suddenly turns a monkey-like face into a demon and tries to grab it to Mere.

I hold Penrat's shoulder and pull as hard as I can.

"Hey, wait, hey! Wait a minute! Stop, Grandpa Penn! No, stop!

"But! But Master Abel! What did he proclaim now? Just don't forgive me! I need to withdraw my shallow and disrespectful remarks to Lord Abel now and make him apologize with his head on the ground for three days and three nights!

No, I can't stop.

This guy, he's so small and gullible, he's surprisingly normally powerful.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Abel! Mere, Mere, I was just lonely to hear you on the side, and I just wanted to come in and talk to you for a second, and, you know..."

Meir says in a tearful voice, slightly raising and lowering her shoulders, trying to poke her knee on the spot.

"Ahhh! Because you don't have to keep your head down!

"'Just'? Do you excuse your own mistakes for this occasion! How much and how much do you fool Lord Abel!? You can't, Master Abel, not with a guy like this! The kingdom of Dinlat originally thought there was no sincerity for magic! Yes, it is! Let's go to the Maharoun kingdom with foolishness! There are many magicians over there whose stupidity was personally acknowledged! In a place like this, Master Abel will also have narrow shoulders!

"Shut up for a second! Seriously, we're gonna break the door!

"A, Master Abel! I'm so sorry! But the foolishness, he says, thinks for Lord Abel......!

To the corner of the hall, where the mayhem is extremed, came Altamia, the deputy chief of the Alchemy Division, more of an integral spiritual body.

I try to wake up Meir's body and see Grandpa Penn cling to my feet, sighing with a heartbroken face.

"What are you doing... Abel, you, Meir are making me cry again... and my previous green daughter said it's time for me to be loving her."

"Yes, no, hey, I was just going to stand by with Grandpa Penn for about five minutes..."

"I just saw it from a distance, more than half an hour ago, but you were talking about it, weren't you?

"Yes......"

Absolutely.

Unexpectedly.

"You've been talking about it again, haven't you? Cut him up, rather interrupt him now."

"Yes......"

All I could do was snort.

"Alta......"

Meir sees Altamia with her sobbing, reddish eyes.

Altamia sighs on top of each other.

"Wait, woman! What is a shame!? Stupidity is that Stupidity has spoken to Master Abel in the interpretation of the paradox of Gillemeim's virtual demon! You don't know how much this is a magically valuable story! You can decide on your own! But if you say it face to face, you have to say it back!

Tingling, Altamia makes you jump on the shoulder.

"... hey, Gillemeim's? Abel's interpretation?

"Ha! It's suspicious if a second-rate alchemist has ever heard of it properly! Hung, Master Abel is forgiving, so let's pull him off this time. But, ladies, don't think there's a next time!

"... hey, hey, can I just give you an overview?

Altamia deflects her swimming eyes diagonally and combs her hair with her fingertips, as she pretends to be a bare gesture that she is not overtly interested in.

"Mr. Alta!?

I grabbed Altamia's shoulder and swayed it as Meir clasped.

"Hih, because it's a word! Thirty seconds! No, forty seconds!