CHAPTER 1121: CHAPTER 106: TREADING ON THIN ICE ALL MY LIFE_3

However, as a researcher and follower of Kant, no praise could make one happier than being called ’the most profound in grasping Kant’s essence.’

Herbart’s face flushed slightly, and he coughed before saying, "You flatter me. I heard that you are a disciple of Mr. Bentham. Although you are more renowned in the field of electromagnetism, I guess your attainment in Kantian philosophy is also not trivial. If you are willing to come to my lecture and exchange a few words, I would certainly welcome it. But I always believe that when it comes to Kantian philosophy, perhaps Professor Dalman is more outstanding than I am. It’s just a pity he went to the capital a few days ago for a constitutional meeting, otherwise, you could have met him today."

"Professor Dalman?" Arthur recalled the University of Gottingen roster that had been sent to him a few days ago: "Friedrich Dalman?"

Herbart nodded slightly and said, "That’s right, he is the new leader of the German Historical School of Law. Accompanying him to the capital meeting were Professor Albrecht of law and Professor Gervinus of history. Although it’s somewhat regrettable not to have met them today, Professor Gauss, head of our Gottingen Observatory, and Professor Weber, of physics, have long wanted to meet you.

To be honest, not long ago, they just tinkered with an electromagnetic telegraph machine and are currently setting up a 1.5 kilometer telegraph line from the Physics Laboratory to the Observatory. They heard that when you were in London, you were fully involved in helping Mr. Wheatstone set up the telegraph line. It is said that several telegraph lines currently used by Scotland Yard were built under your guidance?"

Arthur’s eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch three times upon hearing those two names.

He couldn’t figure out how, after fleeing all the way from Paris to this rural town of Gottingen, he is still being pursued by these scientists.

Gauss and Weber were not any easier to deal with than France’s Poisson and Ampere.

As Arthur was contemplating what excuse to use, he suddenly heard the barking of a dog from ahead.

Looking in the direction of the barking, he saw a young student with a handlebar mustache and a sword hanging from his waist, striding toward them with three large wolfhounds.

He noticed the gazes of Arthur and Herbart, but instead of doffing his hat or yielding the way, he merely wrinkled his nose and snorted contemptuously.

Professor Herbart’s previously gentle demeanor was instantly cast to the winds as he was incensed by the scene. Clenching one hand into a fist and raising the other abruptly, he pointed at the student and shouted, "Bismarck, stand still!"

Bismarck was called by name by Herbart but acted as if he hadn’t heard, showing no reaction whatsoever to his teacher’s reprimand.

Seeing this, Herbart was all the more incensed, and the over fifty-year-old professor dashed forward energetically, attempting to snatch the dog leash from Bismarck’s hand. To his surprise, before he could get close, the three dogs all stopped in their tracks and began barking at him, the sudden turn of events startling Herbart into taking a few involuntary steps back.

Seeing this, a trace of a smile appeared on Bismarck’s face. He bent down to stroke his treasured wolfhounds, praising them as he rubbed them: "Good dogs! Good dogs!"

Herbart was so angrily flustered that he questioned, "Bismarck! Though I’m old, I’m not senile. Your punishment for the fight at Jena University hasn’t been completed! Your confinement period doesn’t end until next week, why are you here now? Additionally, tell me honestly, where did those three dogs in your hand come from?"