Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The premonition of the ark proved to be correct.

I don't know what went wrong, but Molina actually came downstairs at his hotel.

Everyone came and the ark couldn't refuse, so I had to take her to the bar on the second floor of the hotel.

Unlike general bars, this five-star hotel's own bars, rather than bars, are actually more like restaurants and serve businessmen, making them not only more modern and elegant in their decor, but also more piano, violin and saxophone in their music.

And of course, there's a lot of wine that's served in general bars, and it's served here, although there's a lot that doesn't appear on the menu.

The ark ordered a bacon burger and a glass of German black beer, and then watched the guy order a bunch of colorful cocktails, without a word, one glass and one glass to fill himself.

Finally, the ark couldn't bear to say a word.

“Drink less, drink more and hurt your brain. ”

You can't drink like that, especially when you come up and order a bunch of colorful cocktails, you're new at first glance.

“I'm asking you. ”

“It's not a question of who invited who… I wouldn't object if you insisted. ”

Molina: “Why is that? ”

Ark: “You're going to make me think you're planning something against me. ”

The cup in her hand slammed, and Molina, who was drinking, frowned and said somewhat less soberly.

“... plotting against what? ”

Oh, shit. Looks like it's late.

It's not very clever, Asako. Most of it is already drinking.

The ark sighed.

“... nothing, when I didn't say. ”

One sip drank the “sunrise” in the cup, and Molina's eyes stained with a little confusion.

She stared at the direction of the bar for a long time and suddenly said to her on the landing boat with her side face.

“I only found out today...”

Bite a burger and the ark asked casually.

“Know what? ”

After a long silence, a struggle flashed in her confused eyes and Molina suddenly sighed, putting the cup back on the table and giving up.

“... nothing, when I say nothing. ”

Ark: “…????? ”

Are you fucking kidding me?

Without an explanation, Molina took out a handbag from the side and placed it heavily on the table.

“These things, here you go. ”

Ark: “… what is this? ”

“Ancestral things, mainly Professor Abel's notes. By the way, there are a few pages of traces painted by a ballpoint pen... I accidentally got it when I was a kid, don't worry about it. ”

I don't know why, when it comes to "ancestry," Molina almost squeezed the phrase out of her teeth with a bite, so much so that the ark wasn't sure whether she was drunk or not.

Looking at the handbag on the table, the ark said with a little hesitation.

“... can you really give me something so important? ”

A sip of cocktail smothered and Molina stumbled invisibly onto the table, expressionlessly saying.

“It's okay, I don't need them anymore... anyway, it's all messy stuff. ”

Looking at the resolute expression on Molina's face, the ark was silent for a while and finally sighed and said.

“… then keep these things with me for now, if you intend to come back send me a message, don't be embarrassed. ”

“Rest assured, there will never be a day when seeing these things will only upset me… I will go to the bathroom. ”

As she said, she drank the last glass of wine on a clean floor, and Molina stood up shaking her hands against the table.

However, before waiting for her knees to be straight, the ark saw her legs slip forward, how to get up and how to sit back.

The door knocked on the table, and she didn't hear her scream for pain. The whole person fell straight on the table without saving people, and looked at the ark next to her and looked silly.

So you're gonna drink the pieces?

It's unexpected, but it's a little too sudden.

Looking at Molina, the ark looked silent.

What about buying me a drink?

How did it end up being my treat?

“... Forget it, for this gift, this wine aunt is mine. ”

Looking at the handbag on the table, he sighed, and the ark reached down to ring the bell on the table and called the waiter to the side.

Although all the spending in the hotel can be counted against the room price, he is not the kind of person who takes advantage of the public, let alone lacks that kind of money, but insists on swiping cards to buy the bill.

Looking at Molina lying on the table, the waiter smiled thoughtfully.

“Sir, do you need to check this lady in? ”

I wiped my mouth with a napkin, and the ark whispered, "Well, thank you. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

At this moment, the Ark suddenly noticed the obscure smile on the waiter's face and instantly reacted, coughing and continuing.

“I mean, help her open another room... and please help me find two ladies and throw her in. ”

Realizing that it was a mistake, the waiter's face immediately showed an apology and said in an apologetic tone.

“Yes, sir. ”

……

Tens of thousands of kilometres on the plane, the ark was supposed to go to bed early, but a big beer and a burger underneath his stomach kept him awake.

I did not feel any difficulty in lying on the bed for half a day, nor did I sleep on the ark. I took the notes out of the handbag and flipped them with interest.

The contents of the notes are rather confusing, and rather than researching them, it is a diary that mixes a variety of mathematical drafts with inspiration.

Although he had his own habit of recording inspiration at random, he was a little different from Professor Abel, at least he could no longer mix academic and trivial things in life.

But Professor Abel, who seems to be more casual, not only likes to insert into his academic content some of his thoughts on poverty and life, but also seems to be concerned about the situation in the Mediterranean and the movement in West Bath.

That reminds him of an old friend, Professor Tao, who taught at the University of California, who was really very similar in that regard. It's just one in the diary and one in the personal blog.

For example, when the Ark turned to one of the diaries, it said on the previous page that Professor Abel had been stolen while riding the train and cursed for thieves, and the next page, without warning, turned into a reflection on the proposition that "there is no ordinary form of algebraic solution higher than four times".

This is an almost natural proposition that, in those days, was the equivalent of today's millennium grade proposition, and history is far longer than Lehman thought, and it has existed and haunted the mathematical world for two and a half centuries.

By the way, this proposition was resolved by him in 1824, and from the time on the footer of the diary, he wrote these things exactly at the end of 1823.

As for Lehman's guess...

It was not until two years later that Dr. Lehman was born in a small town in the Kingdom of Hannover, and it would take another 20 years for him to move from a study of theology and philosophy to mathematics.

In fact, mathematics in the 19th century is far behind.

Even a genius like Abel, who obstructed the limitations of the times, could not have said anything surprising about the discovery on his notes, and had no expectations for the Ark.

But while it is unlikely to discover new mathematical theorems or propositions, as a great man of an era, his mathematical ideas are worth exploring.

If you don't know, you'll find something interesting.

And the Ark is curious about what this short-lived genius studied at the last moment of his life.

Turning to the next page, the ark suddenly paused with its index finger and thumb pinched to its foot.

“… this. ”

It's a sketch, I don't know if it's a charcoal pencil or a pencil.

A “stone tablet”, like a square spire, stands on the earth, and the seemingly wilderness continues towards the blurred edge...

The moment I saw the painting, the pupils of the ark suddenly contracted.

This painting!

He has seen it!

Although not in the form of a painting...