Chapter 292: What about the visit you promised to come for?
"I have heard of your great name for a long time, and I am honored to meet you today." Horn walked out from behind the desk with the help of a cane and shook hands with Martin. "Please take a seat."

Martin looked down at his hands in confusion. Jeanne beside him smiled and explained, "It's our newly invented handshake. We don't have to kowtow to anyone."

"So that's how it is." Martin was not at all restrained. He just pulled up a cushioned chair and sat down.

"Brother Martin came alone?"

Xixi, who had just entered the room, widened her eyes and said, "I'm not a human? Am I a human or not?"

Horn turned his head to look at Martin, pointed his finger at Sissi, and the three of them laughed together.

"I didn't come alone. In addition to Mr. Sissi, I brought four companions with me. They are all devout and knowledgeable young monks from our Juano sect."

"That's great." Horn pointed to the chairs next to him and motioned for Sissi and others to sit down.

"Did Brother Martin come directly from Kasha County?" Horn gave a look, and a little maid laboriously carried a large kettle and poured Martin a full glass of water.

It's really a full cup of water, forming a convex surface above the cup.

Martin, who was about to reach out for the water, slowly withdrew his hand: "No, I went to Rapids City first and visited Lady Catherine before I took the land route to Fort Jeanne."

"It's possible to get to Fort Jeanne from Cassia County without going through Rapid City, right?"

Martin was a little confused by Horn's question: "There are two main roads, one from Rapid City and the other from Ibe Plains. If you want to take the small road, there are many routes, but there are also many bandits."

"These bandits are like grasshoppers in autumn. When our people have recovered from their injuries, it will be the day for them to meet the Holy Lord."

Horn's voice was understated, but Martin seemed to hear the sound of swords rubbing against each other.

Martin suddenly remembered the famous words Juanno once said to him: A nation in distress often produces heroes.

Qianhe Valley has now also entered an era where heroes emerge in large numbers.

From south to north, no matter whether it is Catherine, Meliati, Valentyl who is famous in Hotam County, or Horn who is stationed in Jeanne d'Arc, none of them are easy to mess with.

"How long does Mr. Martin plan to stay in Jeanne d'Arc?"

"About a week." Martin thought for a moment and took out a copy of "Sacred Word of God" from his bag. "It just so happens that the Holy Fathers' Order is having a friendly exchange with our Juanos."

"I feel that the Juano sect and our Holy Father Worshipers have similar ideas. You have people but no land, and I have land but no people.

You also know how powerful our enemies are. Rather than being scattered, it is better to unite them. What do you think?"

Martin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I am just an unknown little monk, how can I interfere with the decision of the dean?"

"And what do you personally think?"

"Such a complex problem is beyond my ability to think about." Martin thought for a moment and added, "If that's the case, then I'm willing to cooperate deeply."

"How about this? Why don't you ask the dean to send some monks to study with us, and we will send a group of monks to study with you?" Seeing Martin hesitate, Horn said with a smile, "I'm not asking you for scholars. If you give me scholars, I won't need them. What I need are low-level monks who can write and read and have good conduct."

"If that's the case, I can give it a try." Martin felt that the topic was getting off track, so he quickly corrected it, "Your Majesty Horn, I came to Jeanne d'Arc mainly for the content of The Holy Way of Salvation..."

Horn did not continue rambling, but actually started to debate with Martin.

Although the saintly grandson had little education at first, he studied every day even when he was on a long and sweaty journey.

Although he has not reached Martin's theological level, but if it comes to a point, with his knowledge and logical thinking ability from his previous life, it will be no problem for him to be on par with Martin.

So during the debate, Martin found that Horn's annotations on the classics were sometimes vague, but he always hit the nail on the head.

Then he always interpreted the scriptures from a completely new perspective. His reasoning was flawless, but his conclusions were very strange, and Martin couldn't find any flaws.

What surprised Martin the most was the theoretical system of the Holy Fathers.

He originally thought it was an illogical system full of imagination and emotion.

But after talking to each other, they found that this system called "natural theology" was rough, but more rigorous and logical than the existing theological system. Horn explained: "On Autumn Island, there is a large library left over from the ancient Aiel period. Our theological system is based on that era."

Martin suddenly realized that this made sense. After all, knowledge could not appear out of thin air.

Compared with the distorted theological system that has been passed down for thousands of years, the more rigorous and cautious logic of the Guel period is obviously more in line with the style of this theological system.

"Is this big library open to the public?" Martin asked with a glimmer of hope.

Horn immediately took out a piece of paper: "I can write you an admission pass..."

"Thank you so much..."

"...But I may need you to do me a small favor." Horn smiled brightly, "After all, you will be staying in Jeanne d'Arc for a week."

Sitting up straight, Martin said frankly: "I am willing to pay for knowledge."

"Don't be nervous." Horn reached out from behind the table and patted Martin's arm, then handed Martin a bound copy of "The Word of God to Save the World".

Martin took the simplified booklet with many unnecessary annotations, flipped through two pages, and suddenly realized: "Is this a manual for beginners?"

"Yes." Pulling up the blinds, Horn let in the light from the setting sun outside, illuminating the ink bottle on the table into the dusk.

"My monks are out there promoting our Father Worship Society and presiding over the land distribution with the villagers, and have fallen behind in the training of new monks."

"You want me to do this?" Martin was blinded by the setting sun. "But I'm not a friar of the Holy Fathers."

"You are the second author of this book, 'The Holy Way to Save the World', and our ideas are similar, so why not?"

With his hands crossed on the table, Horn's expression was distorted for some reason:
"I'm only asking you and your companions to serve as advisors to help us quickly train the priests. I'll pay you 15 dinars a week."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief: "I see, but this is what I should do, you don't need to pay me."

"I have to give it to you. This is a credibility issue for the Salvation Army government. How you deal with it is up to you."

After writing the note for admission to the library, Martin carefully took it and put it in his saddlebag.

Horn sorted out the things on the table and said, "We have been chatting until the evening. Time flies.

How about this, I will tell you the specific work content of the advisory group, and then we will go to eat... Don't worry, it's just a small job."

Taking out a hardwood board and a piece of hemp paper from his pocket, Martin licked the tip of the quill pen and said, "Please go ahead."

"After taking over several monasteries, I had nearly a thousand literate but not necessarily trustworthy monks, noble servants, and scribes.

They are now all undergoing labor reform in the Holy Trinity Education Team, helping villagers to cultivate the land during the day and studying "The Holy Way to Save the World" on their own at night.

Three weeks later, we will assess those low-level monks who are innocent, have a good reputation and perform well. The content of the assessment will be the "Holy Way to Save the World".

I would like to invite several of your companions to serve as chanters and give these monks and priests a lesson every day so that they can believe in our ideas sincerely.

We currently have more than forty old brothers in the Congregation of the Holy Fathers, and they have a thorough understanding of the "Instructions for the Salvation of the World by the Word of God."

However, most of the more than 50 new monks who were examined and recommended were former laborers.

They have worked in a monastery, and although they are literate, they do not have a deep understanding of theology. They hope that you will give them a lesson every day to help them understand.

Oh yeah, and…"

Looking at Horn who was talking incessantly, Martin subconsciously stopped writing. He wrote down a whole page, but Horn still hadn't finished.

Is this a little bit of work?
Aren't you here to visit? And you said you would only visit for a week, how come you suddenly became a worker?

(End of this chapter)