dmims Does 0008 have any spare funds?
Does 0008 have any spare funds?
"Help me ask for leave from school."
Zhou Yun bowed slightly to Tita and said;
"I'm still not feeling well today..."
Tita's brows furrowed immediately, and her gaze towards Zhou Yun became tinged with suspicion.
She took a step back, a wary expression on her face, and pointed a finger at Zhou Yun.
"You're not going to gamble again, are you?"
"How could that be? I just slapped Cicero in the face, how could I still..." Before Zhou Yun could finish speaking, Tita reached out and interrupted him.
"Do you think I haven't read Cicero's 'On the Soul'?"
Zhou Yun then revealed a puzzled expression—at least in his current memory, the scholar seemed to have never read the articles of his crony friend.
"Has your brain really been ruined by alcohol... But then again, you wouldn't have read such heretical teachings before."
Tita waved her hand dismissively:
"He's a madman, a lecher. He claims that the human body is a tool for the soul to pursue experiences, and that the human soul comes from the metaphysical world to the material world in order to obtain sensory experiences."
He believed that a person's soul must acquire sufficient sensory experiences, must pursue sensory stimulation without restraint, and personally experience everything in this world—whether joy, happiness, or pain and torment—only in this way can the soul truly gain wisdom, embark on the path of transcendence, and achieve transcendence in returning to the metaphysical world.
"This madman only sees those two punches you gave him as a novel experience... I even saw him looking quite happy just now."
"..." Zhou Yun listened to Tita's words; he missed Judge Grefax very much.
Your Honor, come quick! This guy is a heretic! Send him to the stake!
In fact, Zhou Yun had just felt that there was something wrong with Cicero.
Looking at it now... Cicero, why are you all purple?
His red leather shoes alone made Zhou Yun feel something was wrong.
That forest hunter was skilled at processing the hides of various animals; Zhou Yun had personally skinned more than a dozen hides while he was in the forest.
But Cicero's red leather shoes were unlike any animal Zhou Yun was familiar with. If one had to say they resembled monkey shoes... but without so many pores.
Could it be human skin...? Zhou Yun increasingly suspected that he belonged to that lecherous, evil-minded subspace deity.
However, in Zhou Yun's memories from his previous life, there was no instance of Chaos invasion in Macurag, nor any sign of cult activity.
Moreover, the curtains near Macurag were surprisingly thick.
Last night, Zhou Yun felt that this curtain was much thicker than that of the Nest City. After the four satellites sank and the sun rose, the thickness of this curtain increased even further, to an abnormal degree. It can only be said that there is a reason why Macurag was able to survive the Old Night.
Even with so much evidence to dispel doubts, Zhou Yun remained uneasy.
Zhou Yun still remembers Grefax's teaching: doubt is more powerful than evidence.
One doubt can negate a thousand pieces of evidence.
Any signs of cult activity are a foolish betrayal of heresy.
The absence of any sign of cult activity is a sign that damned heretics are trying to escape punishment.
The reason he wanted Tita to help him ask for leave was because he wanted to do a little investigation.
"I really won't go to the casino again." Zhou Yun rubbed his temples and assured Tita, "I swear to you as your uncle."
After saying this, Tita's suspicion only deepened.
Who told the scholar to do something like elbowing Tita in the face to get her out of the casino?
Moreover, in Zhou Yun's memory, this bastard did it more than once—which was also what made Zhou Yun suspicious; the scholar's personality changed too quickly.
But in the end, Tita sighed, seemingly remembering the good things her uncle had done for her, and finally managed to squeeze out a little trust.
"I'll help you get leave, but if I find out you dare to go to the casino..." Tita shook her fist at Zhou Yun a few times.
"I swear to you, I swear to you in the name of the King of War, if I lie, may I go to the eightfold hell... hiss..." Zhou Yun had just finished swearing according to the traditional way of Macragge when he felt something was wrong again.
"King of War" is a title for the rulers of Macragha, passed down from the first ruler of Macragha, and is also part of the Macragha religious faith.
Those governors who hold the title of King of War will be deified after death and will enjoy worship and priesthood in the name of King of War. Those who betray or disobey the will of the King of War will be sent to the eight hells.
This title, coupled with the Eightfold Hell... is it Mr. Terror on the Brass Throne in the Warp?
"Alright, even though you sounded guilty when you swore, I'll help you get a leave of absence," Tita nodded, saying with a mix of helplessness and understanding.
Zhou Yun smiled slightly, and then...
"Do you have any spare funds?"
"Could you lend me some more money?"
Dita's expression froze, her cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and her fists clenched tightly.
"Wait, wait, just lend me a little money." Zhou Yun waved his hand. "I didn't bring any money with me when I went out. I want to buy something..."
Upon hearing this, Tita slowly lowered her raised hand.
She took out a few copper coins from her pocket and gave them to Zhou Yun.
"I'll give you six sachets. While you're at it, go buy dinner for tonight, two loaves of bread, and some soup ingredients."
"If I go back tonight and you're not in the apartment, I'll shove a whole loaf of bread down your throat..." Tita said, making a vicious expression.
Zhou Yun repeatedly assured Tita that he would definitely be home on time before she let him go.
Tita watched Zhou Yun's figure disappear around the street corner before letting out a deep sigh, and then...
Then she reached out and slapped herself hard several times, startling the people around her who quickly moved away.
"Tita and her uncle are actually good people, it's just that they're not quite mentally stable."
"Yes...her uncle was quite normal before he got into gambling..."
"Tita seems to have always been a bit...irritable?"
Hearing the hushed whispers around her, Tita's expression twisted even more.
"Tita, Tita, what's wrong with you? Why are you suggesting using your father's pension to pay off his debts... that's your dowry!"
Tita muttered a complaint about herself:
"What if he takes the money and gambles it away? What if he..."
But in the end, Tita only gave a bitter smile; she had been hesitant and uncertain.
But when that madman Cicero reached out his hand to her, she was terrified.
Zhou Yun punched Cicero in the face.
At that moment, Tita remembered how Zhou Yun had protected her when she was young, and how her uncle had stood in front of her, driving away her mother's relatives who were after her father's pension.
He seemed to have truly swept away the decadence of the past few months and transformed back into the trustworthy, even admirable, uncle she once again admired.
Even at that moment, Tita experienced a kind of hallucination.
His uncle seemed to be radiating a golden light, like... like a marble statue in a church.
Therefore, Tita chose to believe him, to believe Zhou Yun.
At this moment, Zhou Yun's spiritual energy increased slightly as he walked towards the market. His reflection in the subspace also brightened slightly, as if some power had flowed into his body.
However, because his body had not yet crossed the "boundary" and Macurag's veil was too thick, he was unable to perceive this change.
"I wonder if I can buy papyrus or parchment in town..." Zhou Yun muttered as he walked towards the market.
He had no intention of risking his life to investigate Cicero without knowing anything about him.
His plan was... to ask the Emperor directly.