When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 597: The Holy Court has a perpetual motion machine?!

Although Leonardo is a senior who has delayed graduation, except for the dean, the other four teachers do not really regard him as an ordinary student.

As long as the time of graduation extension is long enough, you will have acquaintances throughout the university, and maybe one of the PhD students will be your junior.

Especially since Leonardo was a student of Master Quivarin, it could even be said that River Island King's University could do without the king, but it could not do without Master Quivarin.

When the students and teachers of King's University of Heshangyu "divide and break out", they are not divided according to colleges, but according to the teachers they follow.

Dean Senius's reputation is not as good as those masters, so at least two-thirds of the students he recruits are of common origin, and a large number of them are poor.

Among those who escaped with them, only Leonardo and several sons of wealthy aristocrats were rich.

They were able to escape from Dawn Island with these precious manuscripts and books thanks to these few people.

"Yes, the students and craftsmen who fell behind, as well as the manuscripts, have all been delivered." Dean Senius tapped the pottery bowl with a spoon, as if he had made up his mind. "I must give a direction before the sun sets."

The other four teachers looked at each other, some remained silent, while others were impatient and secretly angry.

During this period, they had argued more than once about which direction to go.

Several wealthy and aristocratic students wish to transfer to Huaqiu Xinqiao University, which has the best faculty and has sent them invitation letters.

But unfortunately, the civilian students did not agree, because the prices and rents at Huaqiu Xinqiao University were too high and they simply could not afford it.

Charles University in Changbow City in Windmill Land also extended an invitation to them, but the problem was that Windmill Land was west of Heshang Island, and they had to cross the war zone.

The rest of the southern universities that repeated France's example were quite exclusive. Not to mention invitations, even their active applications would not be approved.

The only Winter Palace University in the Norn Kingdom actively and enthusiastically invited teachers and students from all the divided universities to go there, but it was too far away.

"Either we go through the war zone to Charles University in Changgong City, or we go south to Newbridge University in Huaqiu City." A scholar of noble birth said, "We can't raise enough money to go to Charles University in Changgong City, and we may even run into danger of war. Apart from Newbridge University, do we have any other options?"

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

"Yes, we are from Leia. Have you forgotten the last time the local residents and college students threw vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at our door?"

"Academics have no borders!" said a scholar named Silvanik, "You are too narrow-minded."

"Academics have no borders, but scholars do have borders. The Franks are all crazy. They were fine before, but they have gone crazy since the Battle of Windmill Land."

Under the instigation and promotion of two generations of prime ministers and kings, the Franks' hatred for Leia and their desire for the Windmill Land exceeded the actual level.

Silvanic covets the prosperity and civilization of Flower Hill City, but other civilian students and scholars will have to bear the negative impact.

"We can't just sit here and wait for the war to end, can we?" Silvanik spread his hands, "We can go to any leader who is willing to support us, but the problem is that there is no one."

"Ahem." Senius cleared his throat. "This morning, Master Quevalin, who stayed in Longsong City, sent us a letter saying that a lord was willing to protect us for a while."

"Master Quevalin is worthy of his name. He easily accomplished what we couldn't do." The other civilian teachers were delighted. "Which kind lord did Master Quevalin find for us?"

Senius stared at the letter for a long time, as if he didn't know how to read. At the urging of the other teachers, he read out the name in a deep voice: "Meliati Fowles."

"The Fowles family is a famous family in France. Specifically, the title is... eh?" Silvanik suddenly stopped talking halfway, "It can't be that Duchess."

Facing Senius's complicated look, Silvanic immediately waved his hands: "No, no, why is Master Quevalin like this? Isn't this pushing us into the fire pit?"

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

The cruel Duchess of the Thousand River Valleys, the Grand Duchess Meliati who collaborated with the peasant rebels to kill the noble Prince of Condé. These teachers no longer had the joy and anticipation they had at the beginning, but looked at each other with suspicious and hesitant eyes.

Isn't this asking them to accept the protection of the rebels? How can this be possible?
Senius shook the letter and said, "Master Quevalin has promised us that as long as our students are not captured by the king's army on the battlefield, even if they accept the protection of the rebels, they will pretend not to see it."

"This is too risky." A civilian teacher smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Holy Father, why have we reached such a desperate situation?"

Leonardo finished his lunch and threw away his spoon and looked up: "Is it the Thousand River Valley that expelled a large number of nobles and priests? I seem to have heard those nobles mention that they established a national law, right?"

"Yes, they just sent out an announcement to the imperial society a few days ago. Ruphiel is studying there now." Senius threw the letter and the Sacred Charter copied from Ruphiel to Leonardo.

Leonardo spread the letter on the greasy table where he had just finished his meal, chewed the bread crumbs, and flipped through the pages with his fingers that were stained gray and black by paint.

It’s just that the speed at which he flipped the pages was getting slower and slower, and the distance between his eyes and the paper was getting smaller and smaller.

Looking at Silvanic's tightly pursed lips and the others whispering, Senius smiled bitterly and said, "Don't rush to refuse. Listen to their conditions first. First of all, they will cover our travel expenses after entering the Thousand River Valley, including food and accommodation."

"All-inclusive? Not just college students?" A civilian teacher couldn't help but ask the first sentence.

"Including craftsmen and employees. In fact, it was Grand Duke Meliati's newly appointed Archbishop of the Thousand Valleys who really invited us." Senius looked at the words on the letter paper, "Second, they are willing to provide us with free school buildings and housing, as well as cheap publishing and printing services.

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

Fourth, for students with excellent academic performance, they are willing to provide a scholarship of 5 gold pounds per year. If they are willing to stay and work in the Holy See, the local municipal government will distribute citizenship, housing and work for free. "

There were several clear sounds of people swallowing saliva at the door. They were the civilian students who were eavesdropping.

You know, the total cost of arts alone is 8-18 gold pounds. Although they are civilians, these people are either citizens or armed peasants.

Either they received funding from the local church or chamber of commerce, otherwise they would never be able to afford the starting annual expenditure of 2 gold pounds.

Is the Thousand Valleys so rich? No, is this archbishop so generous?
The teachers who were originally wavering instantly turned to Senius's side. There was nothing they could do; the offer was too much.

Not only is it close, but the benefits are also great. For now, this is the relatively optimal solution.

Silvanik could only turn to Leonardo for help, who had been reading letters and looking at the Sacred Charter.

Leonardo ignored him at this time. He read the letter and the Charter, his eyes became brighter and brighter. He read aloud after reading silently: "All citizens have the right to freedom and life. No one may illegally deprive them of these two rights in any form...

You see, they abolished the Inquisition, they made it illegal for nobles to fight among themselves, they even abolished the Fugitive Slave Law and the Labor Laws!
Myrcella, is this the revival of the ancient Aiur Empire? "

Listening to Leonardo's remarks, several civilian teachers quickly turned over the contents of the Sacred Charter, and then exclamations broke out.

“They repealed the dead hand tax?”

"The judicial power of the nobles has been revoked. Even the Fran Chancellor did not do this."

"Freedom, a rare flower of freedom, bloomed on the civilized edge of the empire."

"This is closer to Master Quevalin's ideal country than Farandu!"

Silvanic looked at the other teachers who had completely turned to him, and took a deep breath: "Sir Senius, I cannot tolerate going to Thousand River Valley. If you must go, please allow me to take my students to New Bridge University."

Before Senius could answer, a sharp explosion sounded from beside Silvanic:
"Gears - perpetual motion machine?!!"

(End of this chapter)