Finally, young Machili couldn't help but speak. At this moment, his usually serious expression seemed a little hard to accept. In response, Favia smiled gently: "I knew you would say that. After all, you and Paracelsus were friends. You would both say, 'It shouldn't be like this.'" He then went on to say, "That's right, it shouldn't be like this. Since we are human beings, we should let everyone live like human beings. The world should be like this. As long as you have a sincere and kind heart, you will definitely think so. But so far, it is a pity that the world is not like this yet." Time returns to the present, and Machiri lowers her eyebrows as she turns around and leaves. To this day, he still doesn't understand what Favia meant by what he said that day. Sometimes, while conducting magic research, he can't help but look at and use various products made by the secular world. At the same time, he is confused as to why Favia said that the poor people he wants to help are the ones who carry this world. "But no matter what, people must live like human beings. No matter how evil they are, they will be stopped by good people." After Machili muttered this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at Favia. Then he laughed and turned to leave the shipyard. "ax."
Favia, who was concentrating on the board, stretched out his hand to one side, which caused Bawan Xi's shoulders to tremble and he became at a loss. Although the worker who was originally beside the silver-haired boy was confused about the origin of the hooded girl, he kindly pointed to the thing she was going to pick up when he saw her trembling. After receiving the instructions, Bawan Xi immediately picked up the axe on the ground and handed it to Favia. "How did you come?" Although Favia did not look up at Bawan Xi, he seemed to recognize that it was the fairy girl from the scarred hand. "......" Bawan Xi twisted his fingers without saying a word, just silently watching Favia use a very primitive axe to saw meticulously along the lines he had marked earlier, as if to ensure that each piece of board could be cut accurately according to the design requirements. After this was done, the fairy girl saw Favia take down some of the parts that were roasting over the fire and tap them gently with a hammer so that they would gradually bend. "How did you come." Favia said it again, tapping the corner of the board with the hammer in his hand. "....Yes, I'm sorry...but I have done it, and I'll be a good boy..." After Bawan Xi finished speaking carefully, he looked towards the burning fire. The blazing firelight shone from there into all the cracks here. For some reason, she felt that cracks were very suitable for the environment where the two of them were together. The faint light and warmth like a campfire was the gap between him who was in the light and her who was not worthy of love. "I'm just asking..." Favia sighed again because of Bawan Xi, and he felt that all his sighs were probably directed at her. At this time, the shipyard was piled with wood, and the sounds of hammers and saws could be heard one after another. The fairy girl was consciously helping Favia. After completing the initial cutting and shaping, Favia continues to polish and clean the panels to remove burrs and impurities on the surface, making them smoother and flatter, which not only improves their aesthetics but also enhances their durability. As time passed, the workers in the shipyard went home one after another, and Favia was no exception. Bawan Xi, who was following him, was still thinking about what had just happened even as she was walking on the road, and her feet felt as light as if they were walking on clouds. Perhaps it was because he was happy that he could do something for Favia. Even though it was just a small thing, he still felt fulfilled.
As soon as he returned to Favia's house, the red-haired fairy took off his hood and lay on the chair, breathing heavily, with sweat on his head. It wasn't just because she had to wear a hood all day, it was also because the temperature inside the shipyard was a bit high. Speaking of which, Bawan Xi was a little confused, why didn't Favia use magic? Maybe that would make it easier and I wouldn't sweat... Thinking of this, Bawan Shizhan stood up and tried to find something to wipe Favia's sweat. But before she could take any action, the silver-haired boy beside her called her: "From the looks of you, I think you didn't ask Paracelsus to treat you." "I, no...I'm sorry..." Hearing this, Bawan Shi shook her head and waved her hands frantically to indicate that she did not mean it. Then she grasped the corner of her skirt tightly with both hands, looking very panicked and trembling. "Do you think I'm angry?" Favia smiled and shook her head. "Actually, I'm not angry. Rather, I don't want you to be too sensible and obedient, Bawan Xi. I prefer you to be a little more arrogant and domineering." As for the bullied Bawan Xi, he did not say that he did not want her to be a "good child", but she had to overcome the shadow in her heart before that and care about others before living her own life. For example, being sensible is not an advantage for a child in most cases, because he or she is likely to suppress his or her emotions to fulfill others' wishes. As a result, when he or she grows up and faces some key choices, he or she will fall into self-destruction. He or she will feel that he or she has never made a decision for herself in all these years. Even if he or she knows that this choice is very wrong and outrageous, as long as it goes against the expectations of others, she will make this choice. Moreover, being "sensible" can easily lead to disadvantages, and this is the same at any stage. In the final analysis, being sensible is just an illusory evaluation and cannot even be considered a virtue. Although Bawan Xi was surprised at Favia's idea, she nodded when she saw that he was so happy. "Since Paracelsus was unsuccessful, I will heal you. Lie down." The fairy girl lay down obediently after hearing that. Soon, Bawan Shi saw Favia's face close at hand. It looked like it was glowing faintly in her sight, as if it was about to blend into the light. It was very beautiful. As she stared at this scene, she suddenly remembered the word "friend" that lingered in her ear. Finally, for some reason, her cheeks became hot, her heartbeat quickened, and she felt strangely shy about the word "friend". Therefore, she intertwined her soft fingers on her chest with an expression of "dreaming of a princess". In fact, just as Paracelsus said, although this was Favia's first "operation", Bawan Xi was originally a fairy, and the damage to her throat was not a serious injury that was difficult to repair. As long as she spent time, she would slowly heal herself. But before, Bawan Xi didn't dare to do that, because she would be disliked by the fairies. In order not to be disliked, she would rather make very unpleasant noises in order to be accepted. But now, she really wants to be cured quickly and make beautiful sounds. "Okay, that should be about right." After more than ten minutes, Favia, feeling successful, stood up. "I, you..." Bawan Xi tried to speak and found that her voice had indeed improved and was no longer as hoarse as before. However, perhaps because it had been a long time, she could not speak fluently in one breath yet. "Okay, okay, it's getting late. Let's drink a glass of warm water and go to bed." thank you.
That was what the fairy girl was going to say, but before she could say anything, her body suddenly opened its arms to Favia. When Favia came to his senses, he was gently embraced by her. "I am, Bavanshi, nice to meet you, Favia." I said what I had always wanted to say. "......Um." "You are, my friend." "Yes, we are friends." On the beautiful moonlit night, the conversation between the fairy girl and the human was still going on. The time that passes during the conversation seems meaningless, but it is warm and peaceful.
206: Familiar with Rome? More familiar with Rome than with me? (4k) The misty drizzle, which was so thick that it was hard to see clearly, was quietly falling from the gray sky in London. In the days that followed, it seemed to Favia that Bawan Xi's words and actions began to have a mixture of adult and childlike aspects. However, this is only natural. For the fairy girl, her current life is something she never dared to expect before. Although she does not yet understand Favia's ship-making technology and can only assist from the side, she feels that it is not good to just give a helping hand. Because it was so easy, compared to the amount of work Favia did, she even felt that sometimes she would slow down Favia by assisting him. After all, she couldn't really distinguish some human tools clearly, and even buying groceries and cooking required Favia to teach her step by step. But it's also a little strange. As a fairy, it should be very easy to learn, but for some reason my learning progress in this area is slow. As time passed, for some reason, although it was still the year 1515, two things happened that Favia had not expected. First, the Reformation movement, which was supposed to begin two years later, broke out ahead of schedule. Martin Luther, a priest and a doctor of theology, saw that the church was asking people to buy indulgences everywhere in Germany, and he also heard about the church's scandal of buying and selling priesthood. As a devout believer, he was furious and posted the "Ninety-five Theses" directly on the door of the church at Wittenberg University. Since Gutenberg's movable type printing had been commercialized for more than two generations at this time, the printed text spread throughout Germany three days later, and various translations spread throughout Western Europe a week later. Upon learning the news, Pope Alexander VI directly ordered Luther to be excommunicated and expelled from the church. In fact, Luther originally only wanted to reform some of the corrupt systems of the church, but after being broken into, he decided to establish his own independent church and no longer recognized the Holy See. Many people followed him and founded their own sects, which are collectively called "Protestantism" or "New Christianity". The in contrast, Roman Catholicism is called Catholicism. The second reason is that European intelligence gave the current King of England the idea of taking this opportunity to break the Church of England away from the control of the Roman Church and make the King the highest religious leader in England. Current disputes led to another Crown Council being held inside the Clock Tower. Originally, this was a meeting of the monarch and his agents to discuss the operation of the Clock Tower across the barriers of disciplines and factions. But having said that, now it is just an occasion to use the name to suppress the opponent. At this Grand Council, facing the pressure from the three nobles, the faction headed by El-Melloi directly stated that there was something wrong with the existence of the Law and Politics Department. The Law and Politics Department that managed magicians couldn't even manage itself properly, so how could it manage other magicians? Therefore, they proposed to abolish it and reduce the twelve subjects to eleven subjects... However, it did not go smoothly, but with this incident as the starting point, the atmosphere inside the clock tower became tense again. In fact, according to the Clock Tower chronology, this incident should have happened in the year 1600, so it happened a hundred years earlier. How should I put it? Although Favia remembered all these things, they all broke out in advance now. Sometimes he even touched the pendant on his chest and couldn't help sighing that it felt like a powder keg had suddenly been ignited.
"You have the blood of El-Melloi in you." Favia opened his eyes in the shipyard, his movements slightly stiff. Just now, he was the only one here. Because of the weather, it was difficult for the workers to start work, so they took a holiday. He was thinking about shipbuilding in the shipyard by himself. As for Bawan Xi, who had been with him all the time, he volunteered to pick up the letter sent to him by Leonardo da Vinci who was far away in Rome, and had not returned yet. "I think you may have misunderstood. I am not from El-Melloi." And now in front of him was the current monarch of El-Melloi, the one who commanded the five major departments to confront the six departments of the three noble families. "No, I am very sure that you must be the offspring of my El-Melloi family that was accidentally lost some time ago." "I don't have any of El-Melloi's magic marks on me." "This is not a big problem. Perhaps it was caused by an accident in one of your ancestors. If you want a transplant, it is not a big problem." After the Age of Gods, at the beginning of the Christian era, human history drove away all mysteries, and inversely proportional to the expansion of the light of science, the darkness of mystery gradually declined. No matter how much the magicians interfere, they cannot change this destiny. The mysteries of the Age of Gods have gone to that distant place, and it is extremely difficult to make them exist for a short time in modern times. In order to overcome the passage of time, the "fixed mysteries" created by magicians are magic seals. The so-called magician family line refers to the "succession of magic seals" that are passed down from one son to another. Since this "succession" is the most important, even if the biological blood relationship is severed, as long as the magic seal is inherited by another person's body, the magician family line will be considered to have continued. Also, even if descendants with Magic Circuits continue to exist, if the Magic Seal is lost, that family line will be considered extinct in terms of magic. Having said that, usually a magician will choose a successor with excellent qualifications from among his own bloodline to continuously pass on the Magic Seal. A magic seal is not something that can only be passed down to one person. It can be used as a mother plant to branch out. Therefore, most factions in the Clock Tower will establish branches through branching, and the main family magic seal that serves as the origin is customarily called the source seal. "Why, you don't want a drink?" Miss Monarch didn't care at all about the slightly hot and gloomy scene in the shipyard, and raised the bottle of wine to Favia and continued chatting. "I do not drink." "Well, it's not that your physical condition doesn't allow you to drink, but that you don't drink? That's a weird statement, since I brought such good wine." The monarch of El-Melloi poured herself a glass of wine, her heart swaying with a slight intoxication. She closed her eyes, fully savoring the aroma of grapes spreading through her nostrils, and then looked at Favia who remained unmoved. .......Now that I look at him up close, he does look a lot like the one in the portrait... Is this a real member of our family? Was this really just a coincidence? This question popped up in her mind. A concept that is repeatedly mentioned in the Clock Tower - so-called chance does not exist for magicians. Even if we happen to encounter it within the scope of human intelligence, in the end it is just like panning for gold in the sand, with an inevitable direction. That is why we must get to the root of things like this. The future predictions of the alchemists of the Atlas Academy might also be based on such unusual coincidences. When she took over the throne, the previous monarch told her that Avia, the Hun king who was the only one in a thousand years to be crowned as a monarch using a name other than his own, actually had descendants in El-Melloi. Didn’t Avia disappear after destroying the Church and conquering Rome? She asked this question at the time. That's right, but in fact he was tired of the fighting in the secular world, so he returned to the Clock Tower and left a descendant in El-Melloi as the main family, so maybe we are all his descendants.
The old monarch said this with great confidence, and handed her a blurry portrait, saying that it was secretly drawn by the magician of El-Melloi when he followed Avia to destroy Western Rome. But if you ask the old monarch why he knew that? In fact, this is what the previous monarch said to the old monarch, and it has been performed in the monarch succession ceremony in El-Melloi since the eighth century. It was probably because of the name of the monarch of Avia at that time that the El-Melloi family was taken care of by Charlemagne, who unified Western Europe.