Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0050 Mathematics is the foundation of all sciences

"When I heard that the child had chosen you as his teacher, I was both shocked and impressed by your talent."

"You may have noticed that he was an extraordinary child. He was intelligent, even more so than adults, and his vision was broader than most people's. Apart from my cousin Connor, I have hardly ever seen anyone who has truly caught his eye."

"I thought I would never be able to find him a suitable teacher to fulfill my mission, so when he told me this morning that you would be his teacher, I was so surprised that I could hardly speak."

Marcus Guilliman, a pale-skinned man in his forties or fifties, sat on the sofa opposite Zhou Yun, wearing a loose robe embroidered with the honors and achievements of the Guilliman family. He personally poured the coffee that the waiter had just brewed from the glass pitcher into the cup in front of Zhou Yun.

"The beans come from the Leon plot at an altitude of 1,600 meters in the Emerald Estate of Laques. The variety is called Geisha in the ancient Terra era. They are dried on the sun-dried bed for five days, then cold-fermented and dried at low temperature, and then very lightly roasted."

"The flavor profile is of yellow flowers, pineapple, and white wine. Give it a try; this might be from the last coffee plantation in the entire galaxy."

Zhou Yun picked up the cup, took a sip... Hmm, sour.

As for yellow flowers, pineapples, and white wine... Zhou Yun felt that this thing was the same as the subspace; your belief is your magic.

This morning, while Zhou Yun was having breakfast with Tita, His Excellency Marcus Guilliman's waiter was already waiting for him at the entrance of the apartment building. He led Zhou Yun to the governor's cousin's villa in the city and personally invited him to have coffee in the courtyard.

Zhou Yun's telepathic psychic instincts convinced him that Marcus was serious when he said he admired him.

He was truly amazed that Zhou Yun could become that child's teacher.

Beyond admiration, there was even a hint of pity.

His tone made it seem as if Zhou Yun wasn't going to be the teacher of a six-year-old child, but rather the teacher of an adult ant-cow.

It seems that Lord Marcus was quite frightened by that Primarch as well.

"Your Excellency Zhou Yun," Marcus looked at Zhou Yun and said earnestly and sincerely, "You should have heard the rumors about me and know that I have had many children, but I want to tell you that all my children combined are not as important to me as the child you are about to teach."

"I hope you can understand that teaching this child is not just a matter between you, me, and that child, but also about the well-being of the wider community."

"This child's talent surpasses that of everyone I have ever seen in my life, even Connor in his youth—by the Lord of War, I never thought I would be able to say such a thing in my lifetime."

"A child like him, if properly educated, will be a blessing to the entire Macurag; if not, perhaps the entire Macurag will weep for him."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, convinced that he understood the child's importance far better than Marcus did.

He also believed that if they weren't taught properly, it wouldn't just be the Macurags crying; the entire galaxy would eventually be crying like a bastard who'd had his toes stepped on.

But Zhou Yun also had to admit that he didn't think he could educate Guilliman to have a sound personality—the emperor of Biyang was too inhuman from the start, it was all thanks to Connor and Mrs. Euton for their great deeds—what he could do was to make Guilliman have a sense of foresight about everything that might happen in the future, about chaos, and about the gods.

"Father." Just then, footsteps sounded from the side of the courtyard, and Zhou Yun saw the tall, blond man, Quintus Guilliman, the eldest son of Marcus Guilliman.

"Quentas, didn't I tell you not to bother me now?" Marcus was clearly a little angry.

"It's old man Kepi Euro, do you remember? He was supposed to visit now," Quintas said, bowing slightly and getting closer to Marcus.

He barely looked at Zhou Yun, completely ignoring him.

Marcus glanced at the clock and realized he had been nagging Zhou Yun for over half an hour about how important the child was.

"Please have Mr. Kepi wait a moment, I'll take Teacher Zhou Yun to the classroom now." Marcus waved to Quintas, signaling him to leave.

"I'll go myself. That kid must be getting impatient." Zhou Yun stood up and said to Marcus, "The same room as before?"

"This won't do!" Marcus stood up and emphasized again, "You still don't understand how important this child is."

"No, no, no, I really understand now." Zhou Yun waved his hand; his ears were starting to hurt from listening.

Marcus only reluctantly agreed to let Zhou Yun go over on his own when he saw that Zhou Yun insisted, while he went to meet his guest.

Zhou Yun then entered the room with the mirror in the middle. The room was furnished with a sofa, a whiteboard, and various books and teaching aids that might be needed for teaching.

"Good morning, teacher." That same bland, almost emotionless voice rang out from behind the mirror in front of me.

Good morning, Guilliman.

Zhou Yun, sitting on the sofa facing the mirror, said to Guilliman:

"This is our first lesson, and I'm going to teach you something extremely important and crucial."

"That is the foundation of all science—mathematics."

".....Oh?" Guilliman, behind the mirror, seemed slightly intrigued.

He certainly hadn't expected that Zhou Yun, a grammar teacher, would actually be teaching him mathematics.

Guilliman had studied mathematics and believed he didn't need a dedicated math teacher.

In his view, mathematics, a discipline based on pure logical thinking, is the simplest.

After all, even the dumbest person can prove that any even number greater than two can be written as the sum of two prime numbers, right?

"What kind of mathematical knowledge will you teach me? How do I prove the compatibility of any consistent axiomatic system? How do I perform coordinate transformations between subspace and the real universe using crystal group computation systems?"

Zhou Yun, of course, couldn't understand Guilliman's string of words. He simply picked up a small blackboard from the side and wrote the number 6 on it.

"Do you see this number six?" Zhou Yun said to the mirror.

"I see it." Guilliman's slightly confused voice came from behind the mirror.

"This number symbolizes indulgence, depravity, lust, greed, and endless pleasure. Be vigilant whenever you see this number appear frequently in any form."

"If you encounter numbers like 6 to the power of 6, 666, or multiples of 6, you should be wary of these situations."

"...Teacher, isn't this feudal superstition?" Guilliman paused for two seconds before slowly speaking.

"No, this is a rigorous science, a great numerology. Study it carefully, pay close attention, and remember it."

"Now, look at this number 7. It symbolizes corruption, disease, death, and new life..."