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The sudden loud banging on the door immediately drew the attention of all the wizards in the hall.

Rafael was exceedingly infuriated. Who was so bold as to rudely intrude on the proceedings of the seminar?

Could it be that those doomsday cultist wizards were once again going mad, attempting to throw the academic conference into chaos?

With anger burning within him, Rafael turned towards the door, only to see a figure that took him by complete surprise—the one who had barged in was a wizard with disheveled hair,

the legendary wizard Harrov.

Rafael’s anger extinguished immediately; this was a personage he certainly couldn’t manage.

The members of the Prophecy School gathered around like they had seen their savior, and one witch exclaimed excitedly, "Lord Harrov, that Lynn who comes from beyond Wizard Land just now questioned the star map data we’ve studied for over a hundred years, which also questions your theory of gravity!"

However, Harrov didn’t care to listen to what they were saying. As soon as he heard the name Lynn, he became impatient and called out, "Where is he? Where’s Lynn?"

"He’s currently on the platform... that young wizard with brown hair!" the witch said loudly.

Harrov yanked the obstructing witch aside; the wizards who had gathered around the platform hurriedly backed away.

Seeing Harrov so urgently seeking Lynn, and with a host of wizards from the Prophecy School following behind him, the expressions of several grand wizards present were vaguely uneasy.

Could this legendary wizard truly have come to cause trouble?

Rafael stepped forward first, his tone diplomatic as he interposed himself before Harrov. "Lord Harrov, Mr. Lynn has just presented a very important new theory that pertains to the entire theoretical system of Wizard Land. We’re considering nominating him for the Silver Moon Medal to submit to the council..."

Rafael did not outright stop him, but instead he mentioned the Silver Moon Medal—an issue that was sure to alarm the other council chairpersons, urging Harrov to be cautious.

After all, any issue could be resolved through discussion...

"Silver Moon?" Harrov paused. He hadn’t attended the previous seminar and at first thought Lynn was presenting the Law of Universal Gravitation; he looked toward the grand wizards, a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

The Law of Universal Gravitation would be the foundational theory for all future space magic—a stroke of genius in the history of magic!

And all they offered was a Silver Moon Medal?

A Corona Medal wouldn’t be too much!

Rafael and the others couldn’t even see this; he greatly doubted their suitability to preside over the next seminar!

"Just nominate him for the Corona Medal directly to the council, in my name!" Harrov said without hesitation.

Ah? Rafael and the others almost doubted their own ears; the wizards of the Prophecy School who had just regained a glimmer of hope were completely dumbfounded.

What in the world was happening? Hadn’t Lord Harrov come to vindicate the Prophecy School?

Why suddenly propose awarding the opponent the Corona Medal... Had there been some mistake?

Even Philip found it somewhat unbelievable; even if Lynn had described the tableau of the stars in motion, was it really appropriate to directly award the highest academic honor?

Award the Corona Medal directly? Wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?

After all, over the past hundreds of years, only three people in Wizard Land had ever been honored with such a distinction, and without exception, each was a legendary wizard!

After Harrov made his offhand comment, he looked towards Lynn, the only one on the scene with brown hair and quite young, and anxiously asked, "Quickly tell me, what does the formula on the invitation mean... What is M, and what is G...?"

From the moment Lynn saw Harrov rush in, he guessed that the other party must have read his letter; therefore, he was not surprised by Harrov’s sudden question and responded smoothly.

"In the formula, the two Ms refer to the mass of two objects, G is the gravitational constant, and r refers to the distance between the two objects," said Lynn.

"To put it in layman’s terms, it’s the gravitational constant multiplied by the product of the masses of two objects divided by the square of their distance," Lynn said succinctly.

"Is it that simple?" Harrov murmured to himself, having studied the problem of gravity for many years and gathered extensive data, only to have it all summed up by the other party in a single sentence, one formula.

"What is complex is the derivation process; many truths often turn out to be simple, clear, and straightforward," Lynn casually replied.

"Well said, truth should be simple, something everyone can understand!" Harrov nodded in strong agreement.

"Lord Harrov, what are you discussing about that formula? Does it have something to do with gravity?" Rafael couldn’t help but interrupt after listening for a while.

The crowd of wizards on the scene likewise awaited Harrov’s answer, having faintly realized that the legendary wizard’s mention of awarding Lynn the Corona Medal was probably not just because he depicted a star map—it couldn’t be that simple!

"Correct, I have studied the laws of the stars for over ten years, simply to uncover the mystery of gravity, but I didn’t expect that someone had already provided the answer," Harrov said somewhat sentimentally.

That Harrov was studying gravity was not a secret in Greenrill City, with many awaiting the legendary wizard to construct a spell model of Force Field Magic.

It was arguably the most thrilling and anticipated event in recent years.

Once successful, it would drastically lower the conditions for deploying such magic, and perhaps even develop more powerful space-themed magic, creating another mainstream discipline in magic!

But now Harrov was actually consulting Lynn about gravity. Could it be that a third-ring wizard understood the mysteries of gravity more deeply than Harrov, the legendary wizard?

Everyone felt a sense of absurdity deep inside.

Harrov wasn’t bothered by this and, after musing for a while, posed another key question, "I can understand mass and distance, but how much is this gravitational constant?"

"I am sorry, Lord Harrov, but I do not know," Lynn shook his head and said forthrightly.

If the data was from Earth, he could have recited it instantly, as his brain held many records; however, if it pertained to an alien planet, he could not be one hundred percent certain.

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His only option was to weigh a one-kilogram iron ball and, through calculated data, infer that the gravitational constant should be very close to that of Earth’s, but without rigorous experimentation, Lynn was not ready to speak rashly.

Lynn’s answer clearly took Harrov by surprise and left the wizards present baffled.

You have the formula and speak with authority, yet when asked for the data you know nothing, could all of this be mere fabrication?