When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#601 - The Holy See has a perpetual motion machine?!

Although Leonardo was a senior student who had been held back for years, the four teachers besides the Dean didn't really treat him like an ordinary student.

If you've been held back long enough, everyone in the university becomes familiar, and some doctoral students might even be your juniors.

Especially since Leonardo was a student of Master Quewalin, it could even be said that River Isle Royal University could do without a king, but not without Master Quewalin.

When the students and teachers of River Isle Royal University "broke out separately," they didn't scatter according to the colleges, but according to the teachers they followed.

Since Dean Senius wasn't as famous as those masters, at least two-thirds of the students he recruited were of commoner origin, a whole bunch of poor people.

Among those who escaped Dawn Island with them, only Leonardo and a few wealthy merchant and noble children had money.

They were able to carry these precious manuscripts and books out of Dawn Island's range entirely thanks to these few people.

"Yes, the students, craftsmen, and manuscripts who fell behind later have all been sent over." As if making a decision, Dean Senius tapped the pottery bowl with a spoon. "Before sunset, I must give a direction."

The other four teachers looked at each other, some silent, others impatient and angry.

They had argued more than once about which direction to go.

Several wealthy and noble students hoped to transfer to Flowerhill Newbridge University, which had the best faculty and had sent them invitations.

But unfortunately, the commoner students disagreed because the prices and rents at Flowerhill Newbridge University were too high for them to afford.

Charlie University in Longbow City, Windmill Land, also sent them an invitation, but the problem was that Windmill Land was west of River Isle, and they had to pass through the war zone.

The remaining universities in the southern part of Fran were quite exclusive. Forget invitations, they wouldn't even get through if they applied on their own initiative.

The only Winter Palace University in the Kingdom of Noon actively and enthusiastically invited all the divided university faculty and students to come, but it was too far away.

"Either cross the war zone to Charlie University in Longbow City, or go south to Newbridge University in Flowerhill City," a scholar of noble origin said. "Not only can we not raise enough money for the trip to Charlie University in Longbow City, but we also risk encountering war. Besides Newbridge University, is there any other option?"

"Silvanic, it's not like we haven't been to Flowerhill City. You know how expensive the prices and rents are there."

"Yes, we are Leya people. Have you forgotten the last time the local residents and university students threw vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at our doors?"

"Scholarship knows no borders!" The scholar named Silvanic said with heartache, "You are too narrow-minded."

"Scholarship knows no borders, but scholars have borders. The Fran people are all crazy. It was okay before, but they've been crazy since the Windmill Land War."

Under the hype and incitement of the previous and current generations of prime ministers and kings, the Fran people's hatred for Leya and their desire for Windmill Land exceeded what the facts warranted.

Silvanic coveted the civilization and prosperity of Flowerhill City and the tribulation of promotion, but other commoner students and scholars had to bear the negative consequences.

"Then we can't just stay here waiting for the war to end, can we?" Silvanic spread his hands. "If any lord is willing to support us, we'll go, but the problem is that there isn't one."

"Ahem." Senius cleared his throat. "This morning, Master Quewalin, who stayed behind in Longsong City, sent us a letter. A lord is willing to shelter us for a while."

"As expected of Master Quewalin, he easily accomplished what we couldn't." The other commoner teachers were overjoyed. "Which benevolent lord did Master Quewalin find for us?"

Senius stared at the letter for a long time, as if he couldn't read. Under the urging of the other teachers, he said in a deep voice, "Moriarty Falls."

"The Falls family, that's a famous Fran family. The specific title is... um?" Halfway through his words, Silvanic suddenly stopped. "It wouldn't be that duchess, would it?"

Meeting Senius's complicated gaze, Silvanic immediately waved his hand: "No, no, how could Master Quewalin do this? Isn't this pushing us into a fire pit?"

After Silvanic's explanation, the other teachers remembered who it was.

That brutal Duchess of Thousand River Valley, Grand Duchess Moriarty, who cooperated with the peasant rebels to kill the esteemed Prince Condé.

The teachers lost their initial joy and anticipation, and instead looked at each other with suspicious and hesitant eyes.

Isn't this asking them to accept the protection of the rebels? How could this work?

Senius shook the letter: "Master Quewalin has given us a guarantee that as long as our students are not captured by the king's army on the battlefield, they will pretend they didn't see it even if they accept the protection of the rebels."

"This is too risky." A commoner teacher shook his head with a bitter smile. "Holy Father, why have we come to such a desperate situation?"

Leonardo, who had finished lunch, threw down his spoon and looked up: "Is that the Thousand River Valley that expelled a large number of nobles and clergy? I seem to have heard the nobles mention that they have established a national law, haven't they?"

"Yes, they just issued a notice to the Imperial society a few days ago. Lufiel is studying there now." Senius threw the transcribed letter from Lufiel and the 'Sacred Charter' to Leonardo.

Leonardo spread the letter on the greasy table where he had just eaten, chewing on bread crumbs, and flipping through it with his fingers stained gray-black with paint.

However, he flipped through it slower and slower, and the distance between his eyes and the paper became smaller and smaller.

Looking at Silvanic's tightly pursed lips and the others' whispers, Senius said with a bitter smile: "Don't rush to reject it, listen to their conditions first. First of all, they will bear our travel expenses after entering Thousand River Valley, including food and lodging."

"All inclusive? Not just for university students?" A commoner teacher couldn't help but ask the first question.

"Including craftsmen and assistants. In fact, the one who really invited us is the newly appointed Archbishop of Thousand River Valley by Grand Duke Moriarty." Senius looked at the words on the letter. "Second, they are willing to provide us with free school buildings and housing, and provide cheap publishing and printing services.

The latest novel is first published on Liu Jiu Shu Ba!

Third, for poor students, the Thousand River Valley Church is willing to provide interest-free loans of 20 gold pounds, as long as they work for them for three to five years after graduation to repay the debt.

Fourth, for students with excellent grades, they are willing to provide scholarships of 5 gold pounds per year. If they are willing to stay and work in the Holy Machinery Court, the local government will distribute citizen status, housing, and work for free."

Several clear swallowing sounds came from the door, from the commoner students who were eavesdropping.

It should be known that the total cost of art studies alone is 8-18 gold pounds. Although they are commoners, these people are either citizens or from armed farming backgrounds.

Otherwise, they have received funding from local churches or chambers of commerce, otherwise it would be impossible to bear the annual expenditure of 2 gold pounds.

Is Thousand River Valley so rich? No, is this archbishop so generous?

The teachers who were originally wavering instantly sided with Senius. There was no way, they were giving too much.

Not only was it close, but the benefits were also great. As of now, this was the relatively optimal solution.

Silvanic could only turn his pleading gaze to Leonardo, who had been reading the letter and the 'Sacred Charter'.

But at this time, Leonardo ignored him. Reading the letter and the 'Charter', his eyes became brighter and brighter. He was still reading silently at first, but later he read aloud: "All citizens are entitled to freedom and the right to life, and no one may illegally deprive these two rights in any form..."

Look, they abolished the Inquisition, and defined internal fighting between nobles as illegal acts. They even abolished the 'Fugitive Slave Act' and the 'Labor Law'!

May Messiah bless, is the classical Air Empire resurrected again?"

Listening to Leonardo's remarks, several commoner teachers quickly grabbed the contents of the 'Sacred Charter', and then exclamations rang out.

"They abolished the death tax?"

"The judicial power of the nobles has been revoked. The Fran Prime Minister has not done this."

"Freedom, a flower of freedom blooms on the civilized frontier of the Empire."

"This is closer to Master Quewalin's ideal country than Fran!"

Silvanic looked at the other teachers who had completely sided with him, but took a deep breath: "Lord Senius, I cannot tolerate going to Thousand River Valley. If you must go, please allow me to take my students to Newbridge University."

Before Senius could answer, a sharp explosion rang out from Silvanic's side:

"Gear - Perpetual Motion Machine?!"