Chapter 224 Saint Shilov, Dean of the Royal Theological Seminary
A stone fell into the moon pool, the water rippled, and several electric sparks flashed above the pool water.
“No more?”
Squatting on the ground, Horn threw another stone in. This time there was no spark.
“No, I did too much to catch the Star Casting Gear, and now the moon pool is basically no longer discharged.”
At this moment, in front of the moon pool of the Ether Spire were Horn, who was squatting, Shilov who was sitting, and Jeanne who was standing.
After more than four days of getting along day and night, adhering to the principle of a secretary doing things, Horn asked Shilov:
"When will the next time the stars return to their alignment?"
Shilov opened the star chart in his hand: "This can only be calculated three days before the return, but each time the stars return, it will be about fifteen to twenty days."
"So late December?"
"Absolutely. I watch the stars every day before going to bed. Unless it rains, I can't miss it."
"Okay." Horn stood up and walked behind Shilov, just as he thought As she spoke, she found that her hair was a little messy and spread behind her.
Horn gathered her long hair behind her neck and tied it into a low ponytail with a headband. Shilov straightened her tail and hurriedly pulled the ponytail to her chest.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. I may not be there that day, so be sure to pay attention to safety." Horn said softly.
“Yeah, I know.”
After waking up Jeanne who was about to fall asleep, Horn pushed Shilov's wheelchair and started to walk out. When they arrived in the courtyard, a small table was already set up.
Shilov learned many of her behaviors from ancient Aiel books, so her living habits basically follow the traditions of the Aiel people.
For example, the tea party every afternoon.
There was still tea in the ancient El period, but by the time of the Holy El Empire, tea was actually lost, so they could only drink honey water as tea, and eat blood sausage and wheat cakes as snacks.
Pushing Shilov to sit down, Horn seemed to have remembered something and took out his patent leather notebook.
"Shilov, uh, I almost forgot, do you want to be the dean of the Royal Theological Seminary of the Papal State?"
"Me, theology?" After taking a bite of wheat cake, Shirov's eyes widened. Eyes, "I am the adopted daughter of a vampire, and I don't understand theology."
"Who says you don't understand? Didn't you design and create many divine machines?"
As Horn, who started out as a propagandist, has always been very attentive to propaganda work. After the invention of the star cast gear water pump, Saint Sun quickly named it - the Holy Machine of the Wheel.
All machines with star-cast gears as the core are not devil's machines, but divine machines.
It is not the devil that drives the wheel, but the invisible hand of the Father that turns the gears.
Holy Father Byrne is so great.
Horn's background and current situation destined him to develop magical science or alchemical science under the theological discourse system.
If we want to merge with alchemy or even magic as an advanced productive force in the future, we must first rationalize alchemy.
To construct such a reasonable theological school that can first incorporate the relatively harmless alchemy, natural theology is undoubtedly a good reference object.
Alchemy is no longer alchemy, but natural magic.
However, Horn cannot do it alone if he wants to build this ideological system. He has many things to do, and he does not have the knowledge reserves to perfect this system.
Shirov is the only scholar who is well-informed, proficient in the ancient El ancient books, and has rich philosophical and cultural reserves.
"Natural theology, what is that?"
Horn did not speak, but asked: "Have you read the Gospels?"
"I have read it. I have read several annotated versions of the gospels you brought. In fact, many parts and logic follow the mythology, logic and philosophy of ancient El."
From Picking up a small gear on the ground, Horn handed it to Shilov: "What is this?"
"A gear."
"Then where did it come from? ? "Made by craftsmen."
"You see, when you see a gear on the ground, you naturally assume that it was made by a craftsman, because the gear cannot appear out of thin air.
When you see a stone, you assume that the stone was originally made by a craftsman. Is it there? "
"You mean, the craftsman of the stone is the Holy Father?" Shilov kept his feet off the ground, and his smart IQ stayed on the high ground, and he understood Horn's words halfway. Thought, "No, the craftsman of nature is the Holy Father!"
"So smart." Horn couldn't help but rub Shilov's dog head, while the wolf girl's tail swung happily.
“You want us to abandon all transcendental and a priori revelations and reason about the existence of the Holy Father solely from reason and logic?” Shilov added, “The essence of alchemy is decomposition and Synthesis, in a certain sense, is part of nature..."
"No, no, no, alchemy is alchemy, and natural magic is natural magic." Horn stretched out a finger and shook it back and forth, "The purpose of alchemy is to refine gold and immortality, and its essence is for one's own selfish interests. < br>
The purpose of natural magic is to find the essence of nature by decomposing nature, proving the existence of the Holy Father and providing a better life for the believers.
Ogres and knights are both tall and powerful. It’s infinite, is it possible that the ogre is a knight?”
After Horn’s explanation, Shilov gradually gained some understanding of this theological thing.
But Jeanne on the side was leaning against the pillar, almost falling asleep while listening.
If Horn was talking about military matters, Jeanne would still be able to listen to it with interest, but she really couldn't listen to this kind of theology or philosophy.
After almost falling down again, Jeanne couldn't hold it anymore. She simply stepped forward and interrupted the tea party between the two of them, and said bluntly: "Brother, I'm going to practice my spells. See you at dinner."
“Okay.” Calling Jeanne, Horn gave her a big hug before saying, “Anyway, we have to practice spells. Go and clean up the giant spiders in the sawmill of Wild Spider Forest. "
"Okay."
"Don't forget to bring a few soldiers and scouts to map the surrounding terrain."
"I know."
Farewell to Jeanne who left in a hurry with a blushing face, Horn sat down next to Shilov nonchalantly with the scent of chamomile all over his body.
Shilov's tail was tucked under her buttocks, and her ears were pressed back against her scalp.
“Where were we?”
“To Carrie.”
"Ah?" Horn's hand holding up the cup stopped, "When did we talk about Carrie?"
"Jean and I talked about Carrie last night..."
"Ahem, cough, cough." Even though he didn't drink water, Horn interrupted Shilov with a violent cough after choking on water, "In short, are you willing to be the dean of the seminary?"
"I refuse. I'm just your secretary and colleague, and I'm not familiar with you." Shilov's cold singing tone made these coquettish words seem more like the truth.
“We’re not familiar with each other yet?”
"Then let me ask you, do you know that I am a witch?"
"Yes."
"Then what are my witch spells, do you know?"
"Um..." Horn broke into a cold sweat. He was so busy that he forgot. He seemed to have heard someone report it before, and Jeanne mentioned it. What was it?
"Who said I didn't know, it was a manipulation of a small insect... It must not be... Yes, it is..."
Seeing Horn sweating profusely while running the CPU, Shilov suddenly held his hand and said, "That's right, I am a witch of divination. My divination skills are microscopic and can predict extremely small things. "
"What about the Royal Theological Seminary and Natural Theology?"
"I am your secretary. It is normal for a secretary to help you handle some government affairs. The president of the Royal Theological Seminary It sounds interesting, I’ll take it”
(End of this chapter)