Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1485: Chapter 559: Face-Slapping (Part 3)

That was once his ideal.

But unfortunately, now he has other commitments and can only bid farewell to his former self.

Enlisting in the military is like drawing a bow; there is no turning back.

After all, revolutions are never peaceful; they always require war.

He must grasp military power.

While the two were talking, the "bionic person" Seven-Seven, who stood by their side, subtly tightened her limbs, exposing the tension deep within her.

Ren Zhong observed this.

Seven-Seven’s thoughts were a remote projection of Marquis Zhenjiang.

The psychological fluctuations of the distant Marquis Zhenjiang appeared on the body of this bionic person, indicating the extent of her inner tension.

Ren Zhong shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness. In the future, if there is an opportunity, I do hope we can become colleagues. Unfortunately, it’s not possible now."

"Why?"

Ren Zhong turned to look at Seven-Seven, smiled carefreely, and said slowly, "Although I have never met Marquis Zhenjiang, I have heard from Brother Marvill about the origins of the Marquis’s family. I greatly admire the Marquis’s homeland sentiment. On the way to the Empire, I also felt up close the power and terror of the Ascendants. Many of my comrades died at the hands of the Ascendants. This obsession with revenge has always driven me. Marquis Zhenjiang and I share the same enemy. So, I must at least accomplish some goals on the battlefield before I can truly settle down to engage in scientific work."

The senior commissioner heard these words, and his face showed helplessness, saying, "Someone like you, if your precious life is spent on such a bleak battlefield, it would be a great pity. The Academy of Sciences believes that only by achieving a qualitative breakthrough in technology can we create overwhelming advantages on the battlefield. Engaging in science is also in service of war, and the two are not in conflict."

Ren Zhong suddenly showed a mocking smile, "Is that so? That sounds really nice. But the problem is, such a large Royal Academy of Sciences, with countless scientific researchers, cannot even explore the optical principles of a single material. They only know what it can do and how to use it, but they don’t even understand the reason why. What qualifications do they have to talk about science? Can they defeat the Ascendants with this level of understanding? Enumeration in science is the most untechnical thing, yet the Royal Academy of Sciences seems addicted to it. But are we really better than the Ascendants, who have taken biological methods to the extreme, in this field of enumeration? You should know that even a mere fourth-class Mother Empress carries out vast enumerative mutation and evolution within its body every moment. I believe we must pursue the most fundamental principles to trigger qualitative changes. So, our scientific philosophies actually differ."

Ren Zhong’s words were quite offensive, leaving no face whatsoever.

His so-called difference nearly spelled out, "Are you even qualified to talk about science in front of me?"

Those who managed to become senior commissioners at the institutions under the Royal Academy of Sciences can generally be considered true scholars.

Scholars, well, when it comes to wealth, status, or even rank, they might not care much, but they cannot allow the slightest sloppiness in academic ability and reputation.

Thus, the senior commissioner immediately felt a sense of anger after being offended.

If someone else dared to speak like this, they would surely have offended the senior commissioner and the entire Far Border Branch irreparably.

However, the subtlety was that the senior commissioner’s anger only lasted for a brief moment before he calmed himself down.

It wasn’t that he feared Earl Ren Zhong’s status, nor was he intimidated by Seven-Seven, representing Marquis Zhenjiang beside him. It was purely because one moment he was admiring, even secretly worshipping Earl Red Blade Ren Zhong, and the next moment was like receiving a slap in the face from someone he quietly revered.

Though he felt humiliated, he strangely couldn’t muster much resentment, just a vague sense of depression and even shame.

"This... You... Earl Red Blade... How could you..."

The senior commissioner’s lips trembled, trying to retort, but he felt so despondent that he was at a loss for words, awkwardly curling his toes.