"Mr. Foss, I have heard that in July 1827 you burned down your chemistry laboratory as a result of a careless experiment, and that you lost three years' wages for it.

Also, you just paid off the compensation, but in October last year you caused another explosion, for which you lost one of your left eye and one of your right ear, and by the way destroyed the laboratory again?

Sean unhurriedly thought about the materials his secretary had prepared, and every sentence seemed to stab Professor Foss's heart.

The poor chemistry professor, who had only a modest coat, was now self-conscious.

"Mr. Chancellor, I am willing to compensate the University for its losses. Trust me!" Foss explained.

"That means you won't get paid for the next three years?"

"I can also give extra make-up lessons to all students who are interested in chemistry for free. Plus, I can help other professors copy materials, for free!"

"Well, that's a great idea. Sean smiled.

Fox hurriedly squeezed out a flattering smile at Sean, but it was very ugly to match his face that had lost one eye.

The chemistry professor was so desperate that even his wife had to go out to find a job to support the family. It's a miracle that his wife didn't divorce him.

"Mr. Foss, will you talk about your research? As for copying or making up lessons, put that aside. If I am satisfied, I can represent the school and waive your compensation, and even get the treatment that matches the position of professor. ”

Sean's encouragement made Professor Foss very excited, so he stuttered a little:

"At one point, I ...... I brought some ...... with me Nitric acid and sulfuric acid went home and prepared to use their spare time to do experiments......"

"That must be the property of the school, right? Wait, I seem to understand why you keep getting into trouble, how can you bring these dangerous goods home?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Headmaster, but I promise never to do that again. Foss's face turned pale, and he was guilty of one more crime.

"Okay, let's not mention that. You continue. Sean said helplessly.

"That day I knocked over nitric acid and sulfuric acid, mixed together, I couldn't find anything to wipe off for a while, and my wife's newly bought cotton apron was put aside, so I used this apron as a rag. Before I could finish this, I regretted it very much, and I was worried that my wife would find out and blame me again. So I quickly rinsed the apron and roasted it on the stove. ”

"It burned?" said Sean.

"Yes, it's burned all the time, not even the slag. But I think I made an amazing discovery. ”

At this point, Foss's eyes sparkled.

"And then you ruined the lab twice?" Sean quipped.

Fuchs couldn't hold back his face, and said eagerly:

"Mr. Headmaster, I have heard that you have been on the battlefield, experienced a hail of bullets, and contributed to the famous bass rifled rifle, I dare say that you are the only one in Poitu who should be touched by my discovery?"

Sean nodded: "That's right, because of this, you are the third scholar I want to meet today." You are at least a brave man, and you have paid a great price for it. But I don't want the chemistry lab at Poitou to be destroyed again. ”

"So......" Fox even thought he was going to be swept away, he really didn't know what else he would do other than study chemicals.

"So, I'm going to build a lab for you alone, with the necessary funds and assistants, whose only duty is not to let you lose another eye.

From now on, your salary will be paid as normal, forget about the tutoring and copying, that's not what a chemist is supposed to do. Given the dangers of your research, this lab should only be located away from the city.

Well, at the foot of Mount Loki, I don't want to be sent to heaven by you before I know it, a viscount who has not yet married a wife. ”

"Thank you, Headmaster!"

The one-eyed, one-eared chemist burst into tears.

Then came the fourth scholar, whom Sean didn't want to see, and even wanted to fire the guy at one point.

But you can't do that, you can't even say it, especially when you see his application. This is Professor Ambrose Hill of the Seminary.

All the universities of the empire can be traced back to the seminaries, and in the old days only the clergy had the power to interpret the scriptures, first of all because they were literate.

And even many nobles of the same era were illiterate.

When the natural sciences were enlightened and developed, in the present era, theology has taken a back seat, but it is still preserved in some universities, or is regarded as a part of philosophy.

In Sean's view, this is the university administrator's desire to get donations from the church.

Unlike others, Ambrose Hill wears a black robe, and he is a fanatic of the Cult of God who has not taken a wife.

"Professor Hill, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Sean suddenly felt that he was being hypocritical, and he wanted to send these guys to church.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Headmaster, too. "Hildoor.

"I read your report, and you're applying for a grant of 1,000 louis to investigate historical sites in order to find clues to God's existence?" Sean asked.

God can't exist, but on this planet of hope, it's an issue. Where did humans come from? Archaeologists can't explain why the history of 5,000 years ago is a blank. Therefore, legends may come from facts.

Dragons, dragon boats, zodiac signs, and a handful of square words that Sean was all too familiar with.

These clues make Sean probably the only person who is convinced that human beings come from extraterrestrial civilizations, the first group of space immigrants may be mainly Chinese, and the spaceship named after the dragon is God.

But civilization starts all over again, paradoxically.

Hundreds of years have passed since the Age of Discovery, initiated by the Xia people, which has accelerated mankind towards the era of civilization. But hopefully, the humans on the planet still have a lot to unexplored about this world. You might be able to find some relics worth studying.

At least there are very few records of the hinterland of the northern Assyrian Empire.

"Yes, I firmly believe that God is the only Lord of this world, and that the Lord created all things and living creatures......"

Sean smiled as he listened to Professor Hill's statement of a lot of reasons, and nodded in approval:

"I admire you from the bottom of my heart for your sentiments and tenacity, just as I admire for the famous apostles of God. They gave up the right to family and reproduction and chose a path of service to God, which is a great sentiment that is not self-interested and only benefits others, which is really admirable. But, honorable professor, I think your plan is too conservative!"

Professor Hill was a little stunned, he also knew that the field he was engaged in was different from others, this was a spiritual study, and if he could apply for 300 gold louis from the Rector Lord, he would be grateful.

"Mr. Chancellor, can I assume that I agree with my plan to conduct a comprehensive survey of the country's known historical sites?" asked Hill.

"No, honorable professor, you need a sea-going ship, a sea-going ship that can sail around the globe and is equipped with thirty well-crafted cannons. I've got a name for it, it's called the Dragon Ship, and you'll need a captain, a co-captain, two first mates, and thirty experienced sailors, plus a hundred escorts who can act as both artillery and skirmishes.

Plus, you can recruit like-minded companions, and I think scholars from all over the empire will flock to it. Of course, as Rector of the University of Poitou, I ask you to give priority to your colleagues, who should be happy to share in this honour. ”

Hill was dumbfounded: "That, that, it should be a lot of money!"

He was seriously skeptical that the plan would lead to the immediate closure of the University of Poitou.

"I think His Excellency the Bishop would approve of such a voyage and a global expedition. Sean laughed.

"Is Your Excellency the Bishop willing to pay this money?" Hill was not very confident, and only listened to Sean:

"When the whole empire knew that there was going to be such a feat, money was not an issue. So Professor Hill, go back and revise your application, I would like to see a great and glorious plan, go ahead!"

Sean genuinely hoped that something surprising would be discovered.

Sending Hill away, Sean felt a little tired, mainly tired!

But now there is no rest, Sean has met with more than a dozen scholars in a row, and he will make full use of his advantages to "understand", either give support, or persuade the other party to reduce the amount of the application, or even change the direction of research.

And for what he doesn't understand, find all kinds of reasons, he can reduce it, refuse if he can, and refuse if he can, the funds are really limited.

This is an era of knowledge explosion, but knowledge does not necessarily mean productivity. Those who invented and improved the steam engine may not be literate. And those who study the movement of celestial bodies will not bring direct benefits.

Funding for the school is very limited, mainly from government grants and church donations, and very little money can actually be used to support natural science research.

As a university president, Sean has to make trade-offs, of course he has to find a way to make money, and the method model of integrating production, learning, and research is the ideal situation he wants most, forming a virtuous circle, and only in this way can those metaphysical academic activities be nourished.

However, according to Sean's observations, such a concept has not yet been proposed, and Sean believes that it is the only way to solve the current predicament of the University of Poitou.

Therefore, he can only support projects that bring great prestige and benefits to the university with the least amount of money.

When receiving this benefit, those who muttered behind their backs could only silence and bow to Sean's authority.

Inspired by Sean, Lavaldi devised several more experiments that yielded important discoveries, which were immediately published in the Journal of the University of Poitou.

Two weeks later, the papers were reprinted in full in the Journal of Quds University, causing a sensation. Because Lavaldi was not stingy with praise for Sean in his essay, it reminded the scholars of the Holy City of Sean's name as a wizard.

However, what Sean is looking forward to most is Dr. Nolan's breakthrough, after all, Sean is also afraid of death.

During this time, Nolan traveled throughout the Genoese countryside, first visiting farmers and landowners who raised cattle, which were generally ploughing or beef cattle and had no dairy cows found in the north.

So there is no milkmaid as Shaun said, but it doesn't mean that these southern cattle don't have cowpox, and those who deal with cows all day long will more or less accidentally touch pus cells on cows. In addition, other domestic animals can also develop this smallpox-like disease.

After a rough calculation, Nolan's confidence was greatly boosted, and he immediately set off for a trip to the distant northern steppe provinces.

However, when Nolan was complacent, he couldn't find a subject willing to carry out the experiment, which involved ethics and ethics.

Of course, if he paid for it, he could find poor people to conduct secret experiments, and he wanted as much as he wanted.

But even if such a thing is successful, when he accepts the highest honor, he will be attacked and thought that his morals are questionable, which is a very serious accusation. If he fails, Dr. Nolan will be a historical figure.

Because when he passed by the Holy City before, he had a discussion with some doctors in the Holy City, and the local doctors ridiculed him, thinking that he was an imaginary Southerner. The newspapers in the Holy City also mentioned the incident, dismissing Dr. Nolan as a liar.

Nolan was even called in for questioning by the Holy City Patrol Officer, but thankfully he had a letter from Sean on his own, which was written by Sean to Mr. Palmer, the president of Quds University.

This letter saved him, but it gave him a very unfriendly view of the Holy City and the Yankees of the North.

Nolan, who had been angry in the north and was unfamiliar with the place, had no connections to return to Genoa, and he realized that he had reached a critical moment, and he desperately wanted Sean's help.

If he hadn't had smallpox as a child, Nolan would have experimented with himself.

The next time I saw Nolan, it was the end of July, and in the past four months, Nolan used various means of transportation, traveled more than 5,000 kilometers, he was on the road almost every day, and he had lost several laps when he returned to Genoa.

During this period, Nolan also had an illness on the ship, and came back lying down almost the whole time, fortunately he was a doctor and carried the usual medicine with him, otherwise he might really die.

Looking at Dr. Noah, who had sunken eye sockets, and listening to him tell about the hardships he had before, Sean said:

"You can try it with me. ”

At this time, Sean was already busy with another big thing, and he had even forgotten that he was still a university president.