Following Ulysses into the construction site of the cathedral, Elijah looked at these busy workers in surprise.

A man who looked no different from ordinary people walked to the place where the materials were piled up, and the skin of his body slowly turned into the color of steel. I saw that he carried a beam weighing thousands of catties, walked briskly to the pulley crane, and hung the heavy objects in his hands on the lifting platform; a woman in linen, raised her hands to the sky, the sun The light condensed and refracted on the top of her head into a straight "beam of light", parallel to the ground shining on the corners of the construction site, beside her, there were several monks holding blueprints, constantly asking the woman to adjust the direction of the light to measure the four pillars of the building. Broken length; a young and light young man, carrying two buckets of tong lacquer, quickly passed Elijah, his figure resembling a bow and arrow off the string, he saw his feet jumped up to a dozen meters high. , Jumped directly on the high platform, but the paint was not spilled at all.

Elijah opened his eyes and didn't move his eyes. He turned sideways and asked, "Are these people...?"

Ulysses greeted the monks familiarly, and said: "These people are aliens with various abilities. With the permission of Lord Son, they became residents of Muxi Town. Although they are human Few, but with convenient abilities, they have gradually gained a foothold in the town. Colleges, theaters, markets, workshops, farmland, you can see them in many places. By the way, you are getting along with alien species. At the same time, pay attention to your words and deeds. They are a very united group. Any insult and offensive behavior will cause you unnecessary trouble..."

Elijah followed Ulysses and walked forward, through the busy construction site, to a makeshift low house behind.

Before I walked into the room, I heard a fierce debate in the room.

One is a melodious female voice: "I said, these three lean spires are the core of the cathedral! Removing them will destroy the beauty of the entire building!"

The other is a slightly helpless baritone: "Madam, design drawings are one thing, but actual construction is another."

Ulysses knocked on the door and led Elijah into the room.

Standing in the room was a beautiful woman and a group of embarrassed monks.

After some introduction and questioning, Elijah finally figured out the cause and effect of the matter. This beautiful woman named Mary independently completed the construction drawings of the Mussy Cathedral. However, due to the architectural style and design concept, the monks believed that a series of problems such as load-bearing overload and shifting of the center of gravity would occur during the construction. Modify the drawings.

Elijah carefully checked the drawings, communicated with both parties, and then borrowed paper and pen to start calculations.

The people in the room looked at this new visitor to Musi Town and asked Ulysses about the origin of the other party.

The latter explained proudly: "Eliah is the best student of the Royal Academy in recent decades and a genius recognized by the professors. He has just arrived here today from the ancient holy city..."

After repeated calculations, Elijah took a paper full of formulas and began to make his own suggestions based on Mary’s design drawing: "These three minarets can be kept, and the original height can also remain unchanged, but the walls of the building And the structure must be adjusted. For example, the column base and column fence can be appropriately offset, and the vertebral structure can be reconstructed like this. In addition, I suggest that the original double-layer structure of the minaret be modified to a three-layer structure Here are the weight-bearing formulas and floating intervals I calculated based on the data on the design drawings. Due to the rush of time, you still need to make detailed calculations."

Ulysses stabbed Elijah with his elbow, and whispered, "It's late, and it's almost here. There is still someone waiting to see you."

The latter nodded and left the construction site in the surprised eyes of the full house.

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Elijah and Ulysses finally walked to the main square in the center of Musi Town.

"Sister Inn."

Reading out the signboard softly, Elijah asked Ulysses, "Who is the one you said you want to see me?"

The young man did not answer his question, but pushed open the door of the hotel.

The moment Elijah stepped into the hotel, he was attracted by the decoration style inside. The grass-green wall-climbing dills form natural screens between the tables along the wooden branches, dotted with small flowers of different colors; clear water enters the house from the diversion channel outside the courtyard, and flows naturally from the decorative holes on the wall. A "small waterfall" is formed; the tables and chairs are different from what you usually see. Instead, they use reclining chairs similar to the ancient Greek style, equipped with cork cushions and cotton jackets, so that people can sink their bodies into them. Complete relaxation.

Ulysses smiled and greeted Pamela, the maid, who recognized this guy who always drank but didn't consume and gave him a roll of eyes.

In the lobby of the hotel, Elijah saw a familiar figure—the knight Dion.

This beauty, who has always been the focus of the upper class in the city of Tyrol, is now sitting in a corner of the hotel depressed, looking at the barley tea and snacks in the cup in front of him, silent.

Elijah just wanted to find him to talk about the past, but Ulysses grabbed his arm. The latter shook his head and said to the middle-aged man: "Dion has been in a bad mood recently. Don't bother him. I want to see you. Your person is on the second floor."

Walking up to the second floor, with a soft carpet under his feet, Elijah walked to the end of the aisle, waiting for Ulysses to knock on the door, and when he saw the person on the bed, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ms. Terrence?! "

The old scholar who was rumored to be executed is now lying peacefully on a comfortable bed. Although his body is thin and his face is sickly, his spirit is rare.

The old man lying on the bed saw the middle-aged man, his eyes lit up, his arms were slightly raised, and his face was filled with unstoppable joy.

Karin packed up the herbs and the food tray, and said to the two at the door: "He is still very weak and can't speak for a long time, let alone agitated or angry. Please pay attention."

After finishing speaking, she accompanied the old monk who was visiting and walked out of the room.

Elijah walked quickly to the bed, knelt on one knee, and brought his head close to Terrence. In my impression, this old man, who was once his academic tutor, stood on the podium with a pointer in one hand and books in the other. His voice was loud enough to be heard from a hundred meters away~lightnovelpub.net~ is still in front of my eyes. . And now, he was lying there, like a drowning man who had just been rescued from the sea, exhausting his energy even to breathe.

Elijah held Terrence's right hand with both hands, lowered his head, trembling slightly, choking silently.

Terrence turned his head slightly to the two men who were grieving, frowned slightly, and said in a very weak but firm voice: "Old man, I'm not dead yet! If I want to cry like this, use my tears. At the funeral!"

Ulysses gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, put a hand on Elijah's shoulder, and whispered: "There is one thing, Teacher Terrence wants you to finish it."

Elijah slowly unfolded a note from the other party. He glanced intently, and the palm-sized paper was full of names. A rough count, there were more than fifty people.

"Sandro Botticelli, Delk Potts, Nicolo Machiavelli..." Elijah read these names softly, quickly matching them with faces in his head. These people are all graduates of the Royal Academy. Among them are poets, painters, writers, musicians, philosophers, sculptors, architects... But without exception, they were all disciples of Master Terrence, and Recognized as a group of talented people.

Terrence's arms bulged with blue veins, his hands suddenly increased, and there was a flame burning in his eyes: "Find them, don't say I am still alive, just say it is my last wish! Let these people come here in Muxi Town! "

Elijah looked at the old man in surprise, and subconsciously asked, "Teacher, what do you want to do?"

"War! I want to start a war!" Terrence braced his body, slowly sat up, his eyes looked like a sharp blade: "A time to uncover the dirty veil and false nature of the church, and revive classical culture and prosperity. The war of art!"