Ensure the Empress Dies in Mondel

It wasn't just this boy.

All the students in the room looked up.

Everyone looked confused and bewildered.

Some people started to imagine:

"Is the teacher deliberately putting pressure on him by making sarcastic remarks because he thinks the question is too easy and doesn't want to answer it?"

The boy who got up clearly thought the same thing.

He didn't believe that a professor doing research at the Royal Academy of Sciences would be unable to understand extreme values.

The boy seemed a little nervous, thinking, "Oh well, I'll just let the pressure take its course. I'll at least understand why I'm going to die!"

He forced himself to speak again:

"T-Teacher... I'm so sorry, I meant finding the extrema of a function, the slope of a tangent line, and differentiating at stationary points..."

Mr. Solano: "Uh..."

He blinked, his mind already starting to race.

In fact, he doesn't understand mathematics at all.

Let alone calculus and differentiation, he might not even be able to figure out the calculations on the spot using conventional methods.

He thrived in Oak Harbor teaching entirely through pretentious posturing.

Every time he takes on a new class, he first impresses the students with a series of titles. In class, he writes a difficult problem on the blackboard and lets the students figure it out on their own. Whoever solves it can be chosen as the math class representative.

Whenever someone asked a question, he would have the clever little math class representative come up to the front of the class to give a lecture, while he would sit to the side, drink tea, nod, and easily get through the class.

As for the boast I just made about "doing research at the Royal Academy of Sciences," that's just plain ridiculous.

He was visiting relatives in the capital when he passed by the Royal Academy of Sciences. He shamelessly sneaked in, squatted by the flowerbed for more than ten minutes, carefully studying the roadside flowers and plants. He even picked two leaves and tucked them into his book. Finally, he was politely asked to leave.

After returning from the capital, he told everyone he met that he had conducted research in natural sciences at the Royal Academy of Sciences...

In any case, when you're traveling, you give yourself your own identity.

No one from Oak Harbor will go to the capital to verify this...

The atmosphere in the classroom was gradually becoming tense.

Mr. Solano, however, remained completely unperturbed.

He said calmly:

"I was just using common sense from everyday life as an example. I think the question this student just asked was excellent. Is there anyone who has grasped this point and can come up and answer it for him?"

The students looked at each other.

This is a concept we've only just learned, and no one is confident about it right now.

Someone looked at Li Mo.

More and more people are looking at Li Mo.

Li Mo finally put down his pen and shook his head helplessly.

Goodness!

It seems that the world's mathematics community has also ushered in its own momentous occasion today...

If Mr. Solano could misunderstand something like that, his true level of knowledge is probably questionable.

It's quite poignant.

This scoundrel managed to become a renowned math teacher at Oak Harbor Middle School for six years.

--The kingdom's basic education level has significant problems.

In comparison, Mondel Town is quite lucky.

Not only is Professor Bryce in charge, but there's also Harrison, well, regardless of his status, he's at least a math teacher with decent math skills.

Other towns in the surrounding area, even those Mondel Town more developed economies and other aspects, probably don't lag behind Mondel Town in terms of basic education.

At this point, Li Mo had also finished writing the supplementary formula for the order reduction of the Red Moon harmonic.

As agreed with Professor Bryce yesterday, it's time to go to the observatory to check the new observation data.

After raising her hand to signal the teacher, Li Mo stood up and walked to the boy's side, speaking softly:

"First, consider the entire fraction as the quotient of two functions. Let the numerator be u and the denominator be v. After taking the derivative, the numerator is the derivative of u multiplied by v, minus the derivative of u multiplied by v."

The boy quickly picked up a pen and began writing on the paper.

Li Mo continued:

"Since you're looking for a stationary point, which is where the slope of the tangent line is equal to 0, you can ignore the square of the denominator v as long as it's not 0. You only need to make the numerator equal to 0. This will give you two solutions: 3 and -1. Considering the condition in the problem that the side length is greater than 0, discard the -1. The derivative changes from positive to negative on both sides of x equal to 3, so x equal to 3 is the only maximum point. Substituting it back, you can directly calculate the final result as 12."

The boys quickly took notes, afraid of falling behind.

The students around him also buried their heads in copying what Li Mo had just said into their notebooks.

Li Mo looked at Mr. Solano and nodded politely:

"Teacher, Professor Bryce is waiting for me at the observatory to help out. Mr. Hall previously approved my long-term leave, so I'll be leaving now."

Mr. Solano nodded demurely and said:

"Good, Li Mo's thinking is very clear, and it's very close to mine. You can go back to your work with the professor now. The rest of you, write down the steps Li Mo just mentioned; they'll be on the next exam."

Li Mo: "6."

Leave the classroom.

A gentle breeze was blowing, which was quite pleasant.

When I went upstairs to the observatory, I glanced at the port area of Mondel Town through the window.

Next to Pier No. 3.

A paddle steamer passenger ship docked this morning.

Boatmen were loading and unloading cargo.

Li Mo was engrossed in watching until the professor called out to him, interrupting him.

He then said, "They're here."

At the same time, in the western district of Mondel Town, at the command post of the third line of defense.

Captain Carter appeared to be doing his job, but in reality, he gave a cold glance to the dark figure in the corridor.

We're already under surveillance.

Carter knew that his operation to eliminate Morris in cell number four of the police station had aroused suspicion from the Special Envoy's Office's office.

The reason the other party hasn't made a move to arrest him yet might simply be that they haven't figured out his network of accomplices within Mondel Town and want to use him as bait to lure out the mastermind behind the scenes.

Normally, Carter could have remained silent and continued to play the role of a loyal officer who had been wrongly accused.

But today, the ship has arrived.

Carter glanced at the time.

8:15.

He picked up his military cap, put it on, and muttered to himself:

"Let's patrol the outer perimeter of the Harbor Authority."

Two Black-Robed Court Guards followed him without saying a word.

When walking towards the port area,

Carter suddenly slowed down.

He pressed his abdomen, groaned, and muttered to himself:

"The pickled herring in the cafeteria is definitely not clean! Ugh, my stomach hurts terribly, I need to go take care of something..."

He ran to the restroom, and Tingwei followed him, standing guard at the door.

Carter clutched his stomach and went into the third cubicle.

Instantly, the pained expression on his face disappeared.

There was another person in the cubicle; he was an inside man who had been planted there long ago.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately began to take off and change their clothes.

After changing his clothes, the accomplice let out a painful groan, as if he couldn't defecate.

"Ugh... um... damn it..."

The Black-Robed Court Guards outside the door listened to the commotion inside without suspecting anything.

Carter had already escaped through the secret passage.

He has at most five minutes.

Carter flipped himself into the culvert, crouched low, and quickly walked more than twenty meters before pushing aside the wooden planks and flipping himself out from a dead corner where coal ash was piled up in the back street.

He pulled his felt hat down to cover most of his face and blended into the crowd at the dock, walking quickly.

The Grey Gull is unloading its cargo.

Harbor Authority patrol officers were stationed at the pier entrance to check passengers' customs clearance passes.

Carter pulled his hat down low and went around to the back of the mooring bollard at the stern.

A one-eyed sailor with an extinguished pipe dangling from his mouth leans against a wooden barrel, checking the inventory list.

Carter stepped forward, rolled up his sleeve, revealing a dark silver twin-sword identification badge hidden on the inside of his wrist.

The one-eyed sailor glanced at the nameplate, calmly closed the manifest, and whispered:

"Come with me."

The two of them quickly descended to the cargo hold area on the lowest level of the passenger ship, one after the other.

Walking down the corridor, the one-eyed sailor stopped in front of an iron-clad oak door, took out a brass key, turned the lock, and stepped aside to make way.

"Sir, you only have one minute."

Carter nodded, slipped into the room, and closed the door behind him.

The room was small, with a black iron box about a foot square placed on a wooden table.

Geometric patterns are engraved in the center of the box's surface.

Carter closed his eyes.

Second-tier [Spirit Medium] Mystical Ritual: Specific rhythm, adjusting breathing.

"Call..."

He took a deep breath, his lips moved slightly, and he began to recite the initiation prayer in Ancient Hers Language.

The box clicked open.

The contents inside

If Xiao Xi were here, she would recognize it immediately.

This is the Twin Moon Key, and the activation ritual for the Crimson Corona.

Above the key and ritual implements was a thin, unsigned letter.

Carter opened the letter:

The time has come to trigger the Corona. Make sure Empress Charlotte dies in Mondel.

call--

The letter was burned immediately after being read.

The flames burned through, illuminating Carter's face for a fleeting moment.

Then, the slowly falling Mars seemed to ignite a long-dormant storm.

The goal is to completely submerge the entire Mondel Town along with ten miles of coastline.