Paracelsus shrugged his shoulders slightly, then sat down by the window, quietly reading a book and drinking water.
"that....."
The fairy girl, feeling as if she had been forgotten, raised her hand, pointed at her throat and gestured a few times.
It seems to be saying: Aren’t you going to perform some surgery on me?
"Hahaha, you don't really want anyone other than Favia to touch you, I can see that. And with your ability, as long as you are willing, it will be very easy to cure Favia even if it is his first time."
As a magician who heals illnesses and saves lives, the knowledgeable Paracelsus could naturally see that the recent wounds on Bawan Xi's face, her beautiful hair that has returned to its original beauty, and the wounds on her throat were all caused by human beings.
After all, in this day and age, there are many children who live extremely miserable lives. The difficult treatment makes them withdrawn, inferior, or irritable, and the hardships of life make their skin show ravaged skin at a young age.
In Paracelsus's opinion, although this fairy girl named Bavan Xi now showed beautiful eyes, if you look closely, like many unfortunate people he has seen, the deep look in her eyes is both gray and empty, as if to say that she has experienced an incomparable amount of sorrow.
"Can......"
Rejected, Bawan Shi trembled and held the corner of her skirt tightly with both hands.
Perhaps she felt that she was clearly asked by Favia, but she failed to complete the task properly, which made her panic and tremble.
Seeing the fairy girl like this, even Paracelsus couldn't help but sigh.
He felt that it would be best to take her to see Favia, otherwise it would not be strange if she suddenly started crying if things continued like this.
Just as Paracelsus was thinking this.
"Paracelsus."
Following this solemn call, the door opened.
The one who came this time was a young man with flowing blue hair.
The serious young man, who was about the same age as Paracelsus, looked across the trembling Bawan Xi in the room and towards Paracelsus.
"Well, isn't Favia here? Isn't he coming back today?"
"It's Machiri. Favia just went out."
Hearing this, the young man named "Maqili" squeezed his knuckles with some regret.
"I see. Forget it. It won't be too late to ask him later."
"What do you want to ask?"
"Paracelsus, you know that your behavior over the years has displeased the three great nobles. For your own safety, how about joining the Mineral Department? El-Melloi is opposed to the three great nobles, so they should be able to protect you."
Originally, Paracelsus, born as the eldest son of a magic family, should have stood on the side of the three great nobles, just like his family. However, his actions in recent years have caused dissatisfaction. Even his own family is persuading him not to work hard for ordinary people who have nothing to do with him, but he insists on doing it without hesitation.
The blue-haired young man's full name is Machiri Zorgen. At present, he is still a noble and respectable idealist. Although he and Paracelsus have different ideas, both of them think that the other is a respectable magician.
"Haha, El-Melloi, I see. Is that monarch here too?"
"this--"
Machili paused subconsciously. Although he was indeed here on someone's behalf, he really hoped that Paracelsus could be protected.
"Even so, this is the result of my serious consideration. It is best for you and Favia to join the Mineral Department to which El-Melloi belongs."
A voice responded to Paracelsus on behalf of Machili. It was a young but steady female voice.
"Why would serious consideration lead to this conclusion?"
Magic is an incredible technique that can bewitch people and an incredible method that uses supernatural beings and mysterious powers.
Although this is how modern times are defined five hundred years later, in 1515, knowledge was magic.
In the world before the advent of science, part of the discoveries and inventions were the power and value of magicians, and they were never allowed to leak out.
In many ancient civilizations, magicians are said to have kept their skills secret from outsiders.
In the final analysis, it means hiding in mystery, avoiding the public eye, living on the back of history and society, while constantly accumulating knowledge and honing skills.
Magicians survived in this manner, and Paracelsus, who attempted to use magic to achieve true medical reform, was undoubtedly a traitor from the association's perspective.
"You are a genius, and so is Favia. The two of you are valuable enough for El-Melloi to invest in you."
A few seconds after the words were spoken, a bright blond hair appeared behind the door.
A fair complexion reminiscent of a porcelain doll appeared, and the blonde girl adjusted her skirt with great grace.
The current monarch of El-Melloi and head of the Mineral Division.
As we all know, the Twelve Departments of the Clock Tower were later divided into three major factions: aristocracy, neutrality, and people's livelihood.
But due to various previous developments, the Clock Tower is now divided into two major factions, El-Melloi or the three great nobles, except for the inheritance department established by the dean of the Clock Tower, which can remain neutral.
Animal Science, Individual Basic Science, Archaeology, Curse Science, Mineral Science, five of the twelve sciences belong to El-Melloi, thus confronting the six sciences headed by the three great nobles.
The blonde girl leaned over and glanced at the trembling Dibawan Xi.
"Oh, is this your guest?"
Bawan Shi didn't know what to say, so she could only lower her eyes honestly.
"It's the people that Favia brought."
"......oh?"
At this time, the visiting blonde girl stretched out her white fingers.
"Indeed, if you take off the hood, it should look quite cute at first glance, which is nice."
She touched the fairy girl's hood and then sat down cheerfully.
"...In that case, could you please take Bawan Xi to find Favia, Makiri? He probably hasn't gone very far yet."
Paracelsus said this while nodding to Bawan Xi to indicate that it was okay.
With the fairy girl's current personality, it was impossible for her to resist, so she followed Machili out.
Then, in the silent room, the sound was heard again.
"I am a little confused. Given your status, there is no need for you to come and see me in person."
"Just this morning, through the Monarch Conference, the Clock Tower unanimously agreed to return the ownership of all the Inquisitions on the three islands to the Templar Church."
"In other words, has the bell tower compromised with the church?"
Paracelsus was somewhat surprised by the words of the blonde girl.
Because he also knew that ever since the French and the three great nobles jointly kidnapped the Pope, the church had lost all face and its sphere of influence had been greatly reduced.
It is truly a miracle that it can be returned now.
"Liansol is pushing us too hard. If we don't return it as he demands, if he really abandons the defense of Italy and Rome and lets the Ottoman Empire take this opportunity to invade across the sea, then the clock tower will not have an easy time facing the sorcerer."
Jujutsu is a faction in the world that excludes Western European magic and Eastern thought magic. Its main scope is Central Asia, and it is now also the mainstream organization of the Ottoman Empire.
Paracelsus naturally understood what she meant. If it were in the past, the association would never have sent it back so easily, because successive popes had the belief to protect the city of Rome and its surroundings at all costs. This also reduced the pressure on the Clock Tower from the newly emerging magic organization in Central Asia.
Although spells are also a system of magic, most magicians in Europe look down on sorcerers. For example, the oil king of the Middle East uses spells, so the European magic aristocracy looks down on him.
However, since the end of the split of the Catholic Church in 1414, the monarchs of the Clock Tower found that the conduct of the popes after that was worse than the last. It seemed that they were all addicted to extortion of money and intrigue, and they were simply risking their lives to empty out their own savings. If the Ottoman Empire had not risen, perhaps the Clock Tower would have completely destroyed itself and its old rival would have been dancing for joy. But the problem is that the Ottoman Empire rose during this period.
You know, although magic is indeed very convenient for ordinary humans, we should be thankful that magicians can still actively conduct research on it now that the Age of Gods has ended. What's more, the physical abilities of most magicians are there, and the hidden environment of magic allows the mystery to continue to survive. Except for some magicians with special bugs, most real magicians are actually at the level of ordinary people in terms of physical strength.
Therefore, the Ottoman Empire not only threatens European countries on a secular level, but also has a sorcery organization that threatens the Clock Tower's position as the apparent leader of Western magic.
Therefore, neither the three great nobles nor El-Melloi dared to gamble whether the current "infamous" Pope would really abandon his "ancestral teachings" in a fit of rage and flee to Spain with the church, causing Italy to be conquered by the Ottoman Empire. With such concerns, they thought that the Inquisition was of no use to them anyway, so they could just go back.
"I see. After all, generally speaking, both the Association and the Church currently have a common enemy." Paracelsus said with a smile, "But then the three nobles took advantage of the situation and pointed the blame for the loss of the Inquisition at El-Melloi, right? So you wanted to recruit Favia, right?"
"exactly."
After all, although these religious inquisitions are useless to the Clock Tower, they are also a kind of face. If they want to return them like this, they naturally have to find a good reason. It just so happens that El-Melloi has been entangled with the church because of Emperor Karl for a long time, so this gives the three nobles a reason to take advantage of the issue.
El-Melloi had no way of saying his grievances. After all, the Church now looked down on them because of the Prisoner of Avignon. It was naturally difficult for them to cope with the three powerful nobles. After all, although the monarchy of the two factions was not much different, the most important subjects were still in the hands of the three nobles.
"But I'm wondering why you insist on having Favia join El-Melloi?"
Paracelsus raised a long-standing puzzlement. Although he knew that Favia had a good talent for magic, his personality could be described as "indifferent". He did not participate in any research and only listened to the get out of class. How could he attract the attention of the monarch standing on the top of the clock tower?
After all, geniuses are not uncommon in the Clock Tower.
"Forget it, it doesn't hurt to tell you..." The blonde girl said with a wry smile, "He might be the bloodline of El-Melloi that was left behind, and it's purer than mine."
205: Rather than being obedient, I hope you are arrogant and domineering (4k)
That night, Bawan Shi saw Favia like this.
In a shipyard on the banks of the Thames in a city called London.
Next to Favia were human tools such as a ruler, ink line and straightedge. He put his finger on his lips, tilted his head to think, then gestured to the design sketch in his hand or verbally instructed the workers beside him to mark and draw lines on the board.
Sometimes, he would even put on coarse clothes and a straw hat and do it himself, using ink marker and ruler to accurately mark the lines that needed to be cut on the board, and then carefully saw along the lines with a saw. Every time he sawed, he was very patient and focused, and his movements were smooth and powerful, as if he had become one with these tools.
In the sixteenth century, since there were no advanced computer-aided design tools, manual work required great precision and experience.
At the same time, the workers were busy doing their own jobs, some were sawing wood, some were hammering nails, some were measuring, and some were marking lines. The air was filled with the smell of wood and paint, as well as the water vapor of the Thames in the distance, making people feel as if they were in a world full of vitality and vigor.
Although the fairy girl didn't quite understand, she still stared at it intently.
"What is this, what is it......"
Bawan Xi's mumbling naturally reached the ears of Machili, who led her here.
"Shipbuilding, but according to what Favia said before, it can also mean participating in production."
"Aren't we going up..."
"...No, you can just go. I've already said hello, no one will stop you. I'll take my leave now."
The fairy girl turned around at the right time to look at Machiri who was about to leave, and found that he looked a little strange.
Although he looked as serious as ever, his back seemed a little lost.
"Maqili, do you know what the biggest difference between us and them is?"
This was the conversation that took place a few years ago when Machili came to see Favia at the woolen factory.
Originally, Machili was confused as to why Favia didn't focus on magic research or study, but he asked her back.
At that moment, Favia was sitting in front of a spinning wheel, skillfully spinning wool fibers into long, thin yarns. His fingers shuttled quickly between the spinning wheel and the yarn, while he was conversing and completing each step meticulously.
During this period, London's woolen factories were often located on the edge of the city or near rivers for easy access to water and raw materials.
The collected wool is first soaked in a special water tank and stirred with a long stick to remove impurities and dirt. Then, the wool is transferred to the combing area, where the carders use large combs to comb the wool into uniform fiber bundles, ready for spinning.
In the production of woolen fabrics, cooperation between various types of work is crucial. From wool cleaning to spinning, weaving, dyeing and finishing, each link needs to be closely connected... It is better to say that a lot of production requires the joint efforts of many people, and in addition to the workers on the production line, there are also many auxiliary staff, such as porters, cleaners, maintenance workers, etc.
"The biggest difference—"
The blue-haired young man was a little confused. He hesitated to speak and after a while, he answered hesitantly.
"Well, they are--poor people, and so we must help them."
"Well, there's more."
Favia nodded and continued to ask.
"But if we don't compare their family backgrounds, but compare them with you as a person, what's the difference?"
"Um......"
Machiri didn't know how to respond.
Machiri Zorgen, later known as Matou Zouken, was a friend of Paracelsus and Leonardo da Vinci at this time. He was an idealist with great ambitions. His mentality had not yet changed with the passage of time. He hated his increasingly decaying soul, decaying body and himself for accomplishing nothing, thus forgetting his desired ideals in his mind.
Perhaps, just like the fateful conversation about Paracelsus: the Machiri he knew was an idealist with noble conduct, but if he met the Matou Zouken of the twenty-first century, he would absolutely not recognize him nor admit that they were the same person.
"Don't rush to answer, Machili. You didn't act superior when you came here. I know you don't look down on them. Poor and miserable people can be found everywhere in London. No, I should say that they are always the majority wherever you go in the world.
Inadequate food, unsanitary living environment, working very hard every day, not daring to expect to save their energy for tomorrow, and working very hard every day to survive. How much unfreedom do they have to endure?
They lack everything in life, and even have no money to treat their illnesses, let alone painting and music. For them, even ensuring a day's food and clothing is an unattainable luxury. Obviously, they are the ones who carry the world, they are the amazing people. "
The silver-haired boy's voice was not loud, and was even buried by the sound of the loom for a while, but the blue-haired young man still listened carefully and did not interrupt.
"A long time ago, people lived the same life as wild animals. After tens of thousands of years, they worked hard and developed today's civilization. However, the rewards of human efforts are not enjoyed by everyone today."
"It shouldn't be like this."
