The Contaminated Aura

Two days later.

Richard paced around the study, explaining something.

His two nominal students—the children of Marquis Wei An, ten-year-old Harry and Kathy—sat quietly on two wooden chairs against the wall, listening attentively. They looked rather like children sitting in a row, waiting to be fed fruit.

Richard's lips moved as he spoke softly. "If you want to further study philosophy, you should learn about someone named Schopenhauer. Schopenhauer was a rather special person. He was very talented and wrote many works, but he had almost no reputation during his lifetime.

Only after his death did some of his ideas become widely known. Of course, by widely known, I only mean within a small circle.

He was rather negative as a person, so his view of the world leaned toward pessimism. He believed that a person's life was forever controlled by pain and boredom: when you have desires that cannot be satisfied, you suffer; when your desires are satisfied, there is endless boredom, and you try to use everything possible to fill the emptiness in your heart.

You do not need to accept all of his ideas. It would be best to view them critically, choose the parts you consider better, and incorporate them into your own system of thought.

What you need to pay attention to is..."

Richard stopped halfway through his sentence as someone knocked on the study door.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Hiss—"

Harry frowned, while Kathy bared her teeth like an angered little tiger. Both looked toward the door with displeasure at being interrupted.

Richard raised an eyebrow and looked toward the door as well. Knowing that the one knocking could only be his butler, Jia Lie, he asked, "What is it, Jia Lie?"

"Um, master, one of your friends has come to visit you. It is