When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1053 This guy is definitely here to cause trouble!

"This guy is definitely here to cause trouble!"

Only when the sound of the Privy Councilor's boots disappeared at the end of the corridor did Kalik slam his fist on the table.

The ink bottle bounced and splashed ink, spreading it across the pile of draft paper on the table like an ugly bruise.

"Professor Kalik, be careful what you say!" the research student next to him quickly advised.

Kalik was still furious. What news had that Privy Councilor brought him?
It turned out that the saintly grandson personally used back channels to get a paper that couldn't pass the review.

The statement reads, "A representative of the Consultative Council who wished to remain anonymous discovered this paper."

What, "Your Majesty read it and thought it was very well written, so you came to sit in on the proceedings."

"Not bad?" He tugged at his silver-gray wizard's robe. "This is a disgusting piece of opportunism. Look at it, it even starts by saying it was inspired by 'Confessions of Springspring'... What a load of rubbish!"

And who else besides Leonardo DiCaprio would pay attention to this paper, besides that unnamed representative of the Council of State?
This isn't an athem; it's Leonardo's River Island clique and Kerburn's Dragon Language clique ostracizing our Celestial Maiden City's wizarding scholars!

In the office, the other five graduate students all had their heads down and no one spoke.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor and illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

The dust seemed to carry Horn's "comments," weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Kalik grabbed the paper "On the Duality of Ether," the edges of which he crumpled deeply.

He was a core scholar of the Magic School, although Sylph was a member of the Magic School, and they did have disagreements on a regular basis.

Lorton's statement, seemingly well-intentioned and reconciling the two factions, essentially created a third faction.

He was not affirming the conclusions of the other two schools of thought, but rather negating their papers and all the honors they had received.

He will inevitably be besieged by the other two factions; no matter how beautiful the ideal, it is worthless if it cannot produce practical results.

"And what's this talk about 'not letting politics invade academia'?" he muttered under his breath. "What is this if not invasion? This is invading our academic viewpoints just to prove his own!"

If this continues, no one will care about the truth; everyone will just follow the direction of the saint's grandson and conduct research, won't they?

The elderly graduate student next to him adjusted his glasses, his voice like a leaky bellows: "Your Excellency Kalik, His Majesty is, after all,..."

"Your Majesty is also a scholar!" Kalik interrupted him, his chest heaving. "Scholars must rely on evidence and logic, not on their carrot prints to intimidate people!"

Kalik picked up the paper and began studying it once more.

Indeed, this paper is logically perfect.

But it's wrong at its core; singularity is an axiom, not an assumption!
I assume I can fly, which naturally leads to a bunch of strange and wonderful theories.

But I can't fly, so this deduction is just a castle in the air.

Halfway through reading, Kalik couldn't hold back any longer; he tore the paper apart and crumpled it into a ball.

"This isn't a paper, this is garbage, and this is how I treat garbage!"

As he spoke, he threw the crumpled paper into the stove beside him.

The flames crackled rhythmically, as if playing a snare drum tune.

As the flames gradually reduced the paper to ashes, Kalik seemed to have finally made up his mind: "Are there any more copies? Give me another one."

When submitting a paper, it is generally necessary to submit three copies: one official copy and two duplicate copies.

They were kept separately by the author and the paper review committee, and should not have been given to Kalik in the first place.

However, his graduate student still gave the paper to Kalik, as it was not plagiarized.

Having obtained the copy, Kalik rolled it up, tucked it under his arm, and headed towards the door.

"Mentor, where are you going?"

"I'm going to find Princess Sirof."

Kalik's leather boots clattered heavily on the bluestone slabs in front of the research institute.

He walked to the stable and found the coachman squatting in a small room warming himself by the fire: "Bring the carriage out."

Soon, a coachman drove a two-wheeled carriage along; this was the official vehicle provided by Saint Sun for their research institute.

The carriage's rims were covered in copper, and the wheels were coated with hardened slime.

This carriage is a special model supplied by the Mechanical Palace, and it runs more steadily than ordinary carriages.

"Go to the Machinery Palace."

The wheels rolled and the carriage rolled over the cobblestone pavement of Slime Street.

Kalik paid no attention to the scenery outside; his body swayed with the movement of the carriage.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped at the checkpoint outside the Machinery Palace.

The guards here wear steel armor and have wind-up guns hanging from their waists.

Kalik presented his scholar's badge and identification, which allowed him to pass through the checkpoint. Only a select few were allowed to travel from the checkpoint to the Mechanical Palace by carriage, and Kalik was clearly not one of them.

After walking along the stone path for about ten minutes, the outline of the Mechanical Palace finally came into view.

After having his identity checked again at the checkpoint at the entrance, he was about to step onto the steps of the Mechanical Palace when he saw an old lady wearing a royal blue satin dress walk out of the door.

"Mera?"

The old lady took off her gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the lenses with a silk handkerchief: "I knew you would come."

The oldest scholar on the review committee always liked to wear out-of-place fashionable clothes.

It is said that she spent three years in the town of Flowerhill in Fran when she was young, and picked up the local customs.

"You're here to see His Highness too?" Kalik gestured with his chin, indicating that he had seen the paper Mela was holding.

Mela sighed and put her glasses back on.

“I just came out, and the gatekeeper said His Highness is not receiving visitors.” She gestured towards the steps. “His Highness said he wants to maintain impartiality and doesn’t want any opinions to interfere before the review meeting.”

Kalik stopped in his tracks: "Not even you?"

“I won’t see anyone.” Mela lowered her voice. “I heard from the gatekeeper that His Majesty’s messenger was also kept out.”

Princess Sirof said, "I will not leave my house for a month and will not receive any news about the thesis," in order to concentrate on adjusting the star-cast gears of the Ether Clock.

Even if Mela hadn't pointed it out, Kalik already understood.

As expected of Princess Sirofa, she easily accomplished what others could not.

He knew Sylvie's personality; she could compromise on other matters.

But in conducting research, she is completely independent, unlike sycophantic scholars like Senius.

Even Horn couldn't easily interfere with her experiments and research.

Faced with the Pope's message, she didn't want to openly refuse and hurt feelings, so she had no choice but to do it in this way.

This is also what Horn previously advocated: to ensure the independence of theological and technical research and to prevent it from being interfered with by the outside world.

But now, this giant boomerang has still struck His Majesty on the head.

With Sylph's hint, the two finally felt relieved.

Let's take a walk back together and talk about the ether clock along the way.

After all, the Holy Mechanism Court is the only place in the entire empire that can actually access the aether and openly conduct related research.

For example, the Ether Clock project, although still managed by Kerpen and Leonardo DiCaprio, also involved them.

After exchanging a few words about the research progress, Kalik suddenly asked, "These past few days, Leonardo seems to have withdrawn a large amount of funds. Could it be that he's going to work on that biphasicity verification?"

"Is this Lorton his illegitimate son? Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

Although Kalik didn't like Leonardo, Mela's attack on his colleague's private conduct still made him a little uncomfortable.

He unfolded the paper in his hand: "Judging from the conclusion alone, Leonardo might really take a gamble."

"Does he have the guts?"

Even if it doesn't work out, at least we've pleased His Majesty.

Don't assume that these scholars are all rigid thinkers; those who can independently conduct projects are all shrewd and capable.

“I really have doubts about Leonardo’s qualifications as the chief engineer of the Ether Clock project, given what he’s done,” Mela said as she walked.

"Perhaps we can bring him down when the Holy Church reviews the budget?"

“I’m afraid that won’t work.” Mela shook her head. “He’s senior and has a wide network of connections. If we remove him, no one will be able to take that position. However, we can ask him to give up some resources for our students.”

“Good, that’s more like it. We can’t let them get all the benefits.” Kalik said as he flipped to the end of the paper.

At that moment, whether it was intuition or something else, he suddenly stopped in his tracks: "But Lady Mela..."

"Ok?"

"What if ether really has duality? What he said does make some sense."

"Lord Shilov is not wrong, and besides, his theory itself is based on a flawed foundation."

If you use errors to verify errors, you'll inevitably get errors that appear to be correct.

…………

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the white snow gives way to the green fields, and the flower buds bow their heads to the earth once again.

It wasn't until early April, after Horn delayed the meeting for another two weeks under the pretext of repairing the Mechanical Palace, that the thesis review finally began.

(End of this chapter)