This is a tragedy, a tragedy triggered by a book.
But once the tragedy started, it had to continue.
Under the Emperor's expectant gaze, Richard continued his philosophical discourse, gradually expanding the scope from Aristotle's thoughts to Descartes's, from the Cynicism School to the Epicurean School, from mysticism to the unity of heaven and man, transforming the conversation into a philosophical forum, filled with a genuine philosophical atmosphere.
The Emperor seemed to truly enjoy this atmosphere, occasionally interrupting to offer his insights.
Richard had to admit, some of the Emperor's insights were quite novel. If disregarding his political identity, calling him a profound philosopher would not be an exaggeration.
Thus, the two discussed philosophy for one hour, two hours, three hours...
If not interrupted, they might have talked until midnight. Fortunately, a servant hurriedly arrived, whispering, "Your Majesty."
