There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Historians at the University of Michigan agree that the emergence of the Church of the Holy Spirit must have been inseparable from the enlightenment of the local culture. If they are given entry permission to investigate, they can find clues from the smallest details and piece together the final piece of this historical conjecture.

But theologians of the Vatican scoffed at this—and then closed the border overnight, adding more than a dozen locks.

According to Vatican records, although God did not descend, He inspired countless spiritual children to be born into this world, proclaiming the glory of the Holy Spirit.

This is a phenomenon that historians currently cannot explain.

In current historical excavations, at the end of the age of gods, countless magical children appeared in the Arctic region.

These children come from diverse families, yet they can recite the same poems, memorize the same religious texts, and possess inexplicable expertise in politics, culture, theology, and even military affairs.

Note that it's not talent, but mastery!

Simply put, during that period, a group of "born with knowledge" appeared out of nowhere, and these people also shared a common belief!

That's pretty impressive.

Cao Cao, Liu Bei, and Sun Quan had different ideas, yet they lived in the same era, thus creating the Three Kingdoms period, which has been celebrated for thousands of years. But if these three had inexplicably shared a belief in socialism, wouldn't they have planted the red flag all over the world 1,800 years earlier?

The mainstream view in the historical community is that there is a group of unreasonable, superhuman prodigies who helped the Holy Spirit Church spread the Holy Light to every corner of the mainland, but this is inherently illogical.

Even more strangely, these spiritual beings, who seemed to be divinely ordained saints, only had the lifespan of ordinary people. Their births continued from the end of the divine era to the middle of the Holy Light era, and then gradually decreased year by year. During this period, they also caused many scandals and controversies until they disappeared completely.

In modern times, countless devout families still report the birth of a spiritual child in their homes every year, but the priests of the Congregation for Sacraments can only regretfully report that none of these children have successfully passed the test of the Holy Spirit.

The disappearance of the Spirit Particles seems to have marked a pivotal moment in the Papacy's decline from its peak.

Some within the Vatican believe that this is due to the long-standing blasphemy and doubt of priests, and the arrogance and laziness of believers, which led the Holy Spirit to completely abandon this world.

Among this group, the Cleansing Faction and the New Spirit Faction, which had reformist tendencies, evolved.

The Puritans believed that overly lenient punishments encouraged sin and attempted to restore the original religious trial system to punish the guilty in order to obtain the Holy Spirit's forgiveness. The bloodshed that followed the Inquisition was related to their radical propositions.

The New Spirits, on the other hand, advocate for a more radical reform. They criticize the Puritans' metaphysical ideology for hindering the stagnation of doctrines that should have continued to develop. Therefore, they believe that new doctrines of the Holy Spirit should be reformed from the root of consciousness and integrated with the booming economy, which will naturally gain the favor of the Holy Spirit.

In my opinion, I am not sure whether the spiritual particles exist, but the division within the Church of the Holy Spirit is all too obvious.

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After I chased the emoji pony away, it ran back to the herd of wild horses, whispering and talking among the punk-style wild horses that were much taller than it, and kept looking back at us with a wronged expression.

I initially thought the little pony emoji was just complaining about being kicked out, so I didn't take it to heart and figured it would forget about it after playing for a while.

But after a while, halfway through the lecture, we suddenly felt the sunlight dim down, and four tall horses surrounded us.

When I looked up, I saw the same message on the faces of the wild horses:

(?o﹃o)??!

(Where's the food? Give me a bite!)

"..."

I already told you there's no food here!

What are you thinking, you little pony?! (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻!

After much effort, they were all driven away, and the area around the desks finally became quiet again.

You asked curiously, "Why are the teachers here again?"

I said with a dark face, "You must have misread the schedule and gone to the wrong classroom. It's okay, we'll continue with the lesson. Also, they're not called Teacher Ma."

Yu and Mei looked up together and asked, "Then what should we call it?"

"Call me Teacher Kevin."

Look at their perky heads! You could call them Tony the teacher!

Okay, let's continue the lesson.

Combined with the later chapters of the manuscript, the Southern Coast Trust Group gradually grew stronger, and the Cleansers, wanting to maintain their rule over the vast territory through military and political advantages, took the initiative to carry out a purge.

The New Spirit faction has blatantly sided with the trust group, recognizing its current predicament and seeking to proactively relinquish some power through internal reforms to adapt to the needs of the new era and maintain its ideological dominance.

This passage is quite profound, and I put a lot of effort into explaining political struggle to the two children. But people are strange like this: when they are young, they can't understand what political struggle is; when they grow up, they are afraid to understand what political struggle is.

In any case, it's perfectly normal for such a large group to have internal divisions, and hedging is a reasonable tactic—a truly brainless organization should have been wiped out a hundred years ago.

In the final stages of the intense struggle between the two factions, the battle eventually escalated into a violent conflict.

The Cleansers have deployed troops at the border of the parishes, while the New Souls have also equipped themselves with the most advanced weapons. The battle between the two will ultimately determine the course of history for the next period on this continent.

The outcome of this battle was not only recorded in books and newspapers, but also remembered in the oral traditions of the people on the mainland.

On the morning of that major battle, the Cleansing Faction initially gained the upper hand, but were ambushed at their base. Long-term religious purges had left them in a predicament, attacked from both sides. The New Spirits' forces seized the opportunity to pull the battle lines back to a stalemate, ultimately securing victory.

The manuscript ends here, because the course of history is never as one wishes.

No one could have imagined that the victorious New Spirits would lose their value and be quickly abandoned by the trust group, thus giving rise to the prototype of the Federation.

The defeated Puritans eventually changed their minds and joined forces with the returning New Souls, merging the two into a new Adventist faction that dominates papal politics to this day.

Tsk, what dirty politics...

I had just closed my book when two white shadows shot towards me like arrows, arriving in an instant!

The next moment, two fluffy white chicks appeared on the desk, their little eyes looking left and right as if searching for something, chirping impatiently.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the emoji pony sneaking around the warehouse entrance, peering in my direction.

"..."

I already told you there's no food here! Stop spreading rumors!

Yu pointed curiously at the Alpha Chicken and asked, "Professor Marcus, are they chicken teachers?"

I pondered for a moment.

"No, call her Auntie Chicken."

How was Chapter 569? Wasn't it simple?

"Boss, give me two servings of chicken cutlet rice. Oh, and an extra egg too."

After school at noon, I sat down at the bar table in the pub, gulped down a glass of water, wiped my mouth, and ordered lunch.

Dart raised an eyebrow with a poker face. "The food was ready a long time ago. I heard you were teaching the kids?"

I frowned and said, "Boss, are you running a tavern or a fortune teller? How do you know everything? There are some basic rules to follow when gossiping..."

Boss Dart chuckled: "Don't be so sensitive, it's an old problem of mine, don't take it to heart... But I was still quite surprised to hear that you took the initiative to teach a course."

Then you must not have heard the saying, "No matter how poor we are, we must not be poor in education; no matter how hard life is, we must not let our children suffer."

If these two gifted children in town don't get proper guidance, I'm worried they'll turn to crime and we'll have to send out the police in blue shirts and red underwear to stop them.

Besides, I've only taught academic subjects so far, and I haven't planned to teach them physical education myself yet—if they manage to deduce "killer basketball" and "killer tennis" from "killer soccer," my worries will really come true.

The two tortoise shells on their backs are also to add some weight to them and prevent them from having excess energy—"Klin sacrifices to the heavens, his magic is boundless," but I do not intend to actually train the strongest person in the universe and his special sacrificial offering.

The shopkeeper said, "That's good. The schooling problem in Mineral Town has always been a headache."

...Is it a headache that Father Carter is teaching?

This person, as a negative example of laziness and shirking responsibility, actually managed to raise two children with extremely strong self-management skills, which makes one sigh that even a piece of toilet paper has its uses.

I grabbed my hair in frustration.

"Don't think of education as something so easy, boss! These two kids are only in elementary school age. Even the slightest negligence could cause a serious educational accident. I'm terrified."

When teaching two little kids, the textbook is a serious weakness.

In my plan, to graduate from Tian Shen Elementary School, one must master at least the following subjects: arithmetic, literature, object identification, local customs, home economics, art appreciation, criminal investigation, surgery, hand-to-hand combat, wilderness survival, array alchemy, summoning spirits, computer operation, tractor driving, and so on.

But now, the problem I face is that the content of my classes can only be drawn from what is available, extracted from some simple production subjects, and knowledge can be transformed through practice.

This kind of efficiency is too slow. I still prefer to give these two kids cramming education first, then take them to production for practical experience, deepen their understanding, and then educate them again, repeatedly consolidating their knowledge, just like building a city with rammed earth, laying the most solid foundation.

Unfortunately, even history lessons with textbooks are too profound. The political, economic, humanistic, social, and religious knowledge contained within is like a tightly twisted rope. Without understanding the myriad threads within, it is impossible to grasp the full picture of history.

“Marcus, I think you might be overcomplicating things.”

The owner of Dart gave me a meaningful look and then started filling my water glass to the brim. Even though the glass was already full, he kept adding water, and soon it overflowed the rim and spilled onto the table.

"Hey! Boss, it's full! It's full!"

The boss then stopped.

"Education is about passing on existing knowledge to those who need it, just like pouring you water. If you're thirsty, I'll give you a cup of water, and no one can drink any more than that. But for someone who isn't thirsty, no matter how much water I pour, it won't make a difference."

...To be honest, I'm terrified he'll say something like, "If you're full, then I'll overflow."

Okay, I guess I was a bit too radical. These kids are just in elementary school; they don't need to be experts in everything to graduate from me.

Ok……

What are the dreams of a normal elementary school student?

To become one of the chosen children?

Become a Pokémon Trainer?

Or will you become light and save the world?

Seeing that I was deep in thought, Mr. Dart stopped there and took out a rag to wipe the table.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally spoke up: "Alright then, my request was indeed too high. I'll remove tractor driving from the curriculum for now—and add it back in once I've built a tractor."

Boss Dart smacked me with a rag in his right hand, nearly hitting me in the face. "What kind of course are you planning?! Why is there a tractor driving lesson?!"

I said matter-of-factly, "My dad taught me these things in Hawaii, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to teach them too, right?"

Seeing the shocked look in my boss's eyes, I gestured with my hands to signal him to relax.

"Relax, boss, I understand everything you just said. Your example of pouring water has greatly inspired me, so I will use the fastest and most effective methods to teach them, so that these two eager children can immerse themselves in the ocean of knowledge!"

"Stop! The ocean will drown them!" Boss Dart hurriedly stopped them.

I gave them a thumbs up: "No problem! Only by facing a tsunami can you truly test a fish! You need to provide them with absolute knowledge, like water overflowing a cup, so they can learn to their fullest potential. Isn't that what you told me, boss?"

"I already said that's not what I meant!"

"I'm going crazy," said Mr. Dart.

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