Chapter 224: Saint Shilof, the Dean of the Royal Seminary
A stone fell into the Moon Pond, causing ripples and a few electric sparks flashing above the water.

"Gone?"

Squatting on the ground, Horn threw another stone in, and this time there was not even a spark.

"No, I moved too much when I fished out the Starcast Gear, and now the Moon Pool is basically not discharging any electricity."

At this moment, in front of the Moon Pool of the Ether Spire, Horn was squatting, Shilov was sitting, and Jeana was standing.

After more than four days of getting along day and night, adhering to the principle of having a secretary do something, Horn asked Shilov:
“When will the stars return to their proper positions next time?”

Shilov opened the star map in her hand and said, "This can only be calculated three days before the stars return to their original positions, but each time the stars return to their original positions, it will take about fifteen to twenty days."

"That's late December?"

"Almost. 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 was about to speak, he found that her hair was a little messy and scattered behind her.

Horn gathered her long hair behind her neck and tied it into a low ponytail with a hairband. Shilov held the ponytail straight and hurriedly pulled it to her chest.

"Then I'll leave this matter to you. I may not be there that day, so you must be careful." Horn said softly.

"Ok, I know."

After waking up Jeana who was about to fall asleep, Horn pushed Shilov's wheelchair and started to walk out. When they arrived at the courtyard, there was a small table already set up.

Many of Shilov's behaviors were learned from the ancient books of the El, so her living habits basically follow the traditions of the El.

For example, the tea party every afternoon.

There was tea in the ancient Aiel period, but by the time of the Holy Aiel Empire, tea had been 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 remember something and took out a patent leather notebook.

"Shilov, um, I almost forgot, do you want to be the dean of the Royal Seminary of the Papal States?"

"Me, theology?" After taking a bite of the wheat cake, Shilov widened her eyes. "I am the adopted daughter of a vampire, and I don't understand theology."

"Who said you don't understand? Didn't you design and build many divine machines?"

Horn, who started his career as a propagandist, has always paid great attention to publicity work. After the invention of the Star-cast Gear Water Pump, his Holy Grandson quickly named it the "Holy Wheel Machine".

All machines with star-cast gears as their core are not the devil's machines, but divine machines.

It is not the devil that drives the wheels, but the invisible hand of God the Father that turns the gears.

Great Father Byrne.

Horn's background and current situation destined him to develop magic science or alchemical science under the theological discourse system.

If we want to merge with alchemy or even magic as advanced productive forces in the future, we must first rationalize alchemy.

To construct a reasonable theological school that can first incorporate the relatively harmless alchemy, natural theology is undoubtedly a good reference.

Alchemy is no longer alchemy, but natural theurgy.

However, Horn could not build this ideological system alone. He had too much to do and did not have the knowledge to perfect this system.

Then the only scholar who is knowledgeable, proficient in ancient Aiel books, and has rich philosophical and cultural reserves is Shilov.

"Natural theology, what is that?"

Horne did not speak, but asked, "Have you read the Gospels?"

"Yes, I have read several annotated versions of the Gospels you brought. In fact, many parts and logics of them follow the mythology, logic and philosophy of ancient Aiel."

Picking up a small gear from the ground, Horn handed it to Shilov: "What is this?"

"Gears."

"Where did it come from?" "It was made by a craftsman."

“You see, when you see a gear on the ground, you naturally assume that it was made by a craftsman, because a gear cannot appear out of thin air.

When you see a stone, do you think that the stone has always been there? "

"You mean, the craftsman of stone is the Holy Father?" Shilov's feet were off the ground, and her intelligence remained high. She understood Horn's idea halfway through the sentence, "No, the craftsman of nature is the Holy Father!"

"So smart." Horn couldn't help but rub Shilov's dog head, and the wolf girl's tail wagged happily.

"You want us to abandon all transcendental and a priori revelations and infer the existence of the Father based solely on reason and logic?" Shilov added, "Then the essence of alchemy is decomposition and synthesis, and in a sense it 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 make gold and immortality, and its essence is for one's own selfish interests.

The purpose of natural theocracy is to prove the existence of the Holy Father and provide a better life for believers by decomposing nature and finding its essence.

Both the ogre and the knight are tall and strong, so does that mean the ogre is the knight? That doesn’t make sense.”

After Horn's explanation, Shilov gradually had some rudiments of understanding about this thing disguised as theology.

But Jeanne, who was leaning against a pillar, was almost falling asleep while listening.

If Horn talked about military matters, Jeanne could still listen with great interest, but she really couldn't listen to things like theology and philosophy.

After almost falling down again, Jeanna couldn't bear it anymore. She simply stepped forward and interrupted the tea party between the two and said bluntly: "Brother, I'm going to practice magic. See you at dinner."

"Okay." Horn stopped Jeanna and gave her a big hug before saying, "We need to practice magic anyway, so go and clean up the giant spiders in the Wild Spider Forest sawmill."

"it is good."

"Don't forget to bring a few child soldiers and scouts to survey the surrounding terrain."

"understood."

After saying goodbye to Jeanna who left in a hurry with a red face, Horn, smelling of chamomile, sat down next to Shilov as if nothing had happened.

Shilov's tail was tucked under her buttocks, and her ears were pressed back against her scalp.

"Where were we just talking about?"

"Talking about Carrie."

"Ah?" Horn paused, raising his glass. "When did we talk about Carrie?"

"Jeanne and I were talking last night about Carrie..."

"Cough, cough, cough." Although he didn't drink the water, Horn still interrupted Shilov's words with a violent cough after choking on the water. "In short, are you willing to serve as the dean of the seminary?"

"I refuse. I'm just your secretary and a colleague. We're not familiar with each other." Shilov's cold chanting tone made these coquettish words seem more like the truth.

"We're not familiar with each other yet?"

"Then let me ask you, did you know that I'm a witch?"

"I know."

"Then what is my witch spell, do you know?"

"Uh..." Horn broke out in a cold sweat. He was so busy that he forgot. He seemed to have heard someone report it before, and Jeanna mentioned it. What was it?

"Who said I don't know? It's controlling little bugs... It's definitely not... It's, it's..."

Shilov looked at Horn sweating profusely as he ran the CPU, and suddenly grabbed his hand: "You are wrong. I am a witch who specializes in divination. My divination technique is microscopic observation, which can predict extremely small things."

"What about the Royal Seminary and natural theology?"

"I'm your secretary. It's normal for me to help you with some government affairs. The dean of the Royal Seminary sounds interesting. I'll take the job."

(End of this chapter)