Chapter 165: The Rally of the Renaissance

Following Ulysses into the construction site of the cathedral, Elijah looked at the busy workers in amazement.

A man who looked no different from a normal person walked to the place where the materials were stacked, and the skin of his body slowly turned the color of steel. I saw him carrying a beam weighing thousands of pounds, walking briskly to the pulley crane, and hanging the heavy object in his hand on the lifting platform; a woman in sackcloth raised her hands to the sky, and the sunlight condensed and refracted into a straight "pillar of light" above her head Parallel to the ground shining in the corner of the construction site, there were several monks with drawings beside her, constantly asking the woman to adjust the direction of the light to measure the four pillars and broken length of the building; a young and young man, carrying two buckets of paulownia lacquer, quickly swept past Elijah, his figure was like a bow and arrow off the string, I saw his feet kick, his body actually jumped more than ten meters high, and jumped directly on the high platform, but the paint water was not spilled at all.

Elijah's eyes widened, his gaze did not move, and he turned sideways and asked, "Who are these ......?"

Ulysses greeted the monks familiarly, and said, "These people are aliens, with all kinds of abilities, and with the permission of the Holy Son, they have become residents of Twilight Town. They may be few in number, but with their convenient abilities, they have gradually gained a foothold in the town. Academies, theaters, markets, workshops, farmlands, you can see them in many places. By the way, when getting along with different species, pay attention to your words and deeds, they are a very united group, and any insults and attacks will cause you unnecessary trouble......"

Elijah followed Ulysses on his way, through the busy construction site, to a makeshift house in the back.

Before I could enter the room, I heard a heated argument coming from inside the room.

One was a melodious female voice: "I said, these three skinny minarets are the heart of the cathedral!

The other was a baritone who was a little helpless: "Ma'am, the blueprint is one thing, the actual construction is another." ”

Ulysses knocked on the door and led Elijah into the room.

Standing in the room was a beautiful woman and a group of awkward monks.

After some introductions and questioning, Elijah finally figured out what happened. This beautiful woman named Mary independently completed the construction drawings of the Twilight Cathedral, but due to the architectural style and design concept, the monks thought that there would be a series of problems such as overload and center of gravity deviation in the construction, and asked to revise the drawings.

Elijah carefully reviewed the drawings and communicated with both parties, then borrowed a pen and paper and began to calculate.

The people in the room looked at the new arrival in Twilight and asked Ulysses about the other's origins.

The latter proudly explained, "Elijah is the best student of the Royal Academy in recent decades, and the recognized genius of the professors, and he has just arrived here from the ancient holy city today......"

After much calculation, Elijah took a piece of paper full of formulas and began to make his own suggestions based on Mary's blueprint: "The three minarets can be retained, and the original height can be maintained, but the walls and structure of the building must be adjusted, such as the base of the column and the column fence can be moderately offset, and the conerate structure can be rebuilt in this way." In addition, I propose to change the original two-story structure of the minaret to a three-story structure. Here is the load-bearing formula and floating range I calculated according to the data on the design drawing, due to the rush of time, you still need to make a detailed calculation. ”

Ulysses poked Elijah with his elbow and whispered, "It's not early, it's almost here, and there's another person waiting to see you." ”

The latter nodded, and left the construction site under the astonished eyes of the room.

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Elijah and Ulysses eventually made their way to the Great Plaza, the very center of the town of Twilight.

"Sister Inn. ”

Reading softly from the sign, Elijah turned to Ulysses and asked, "Who did you say wanted to see me?"

Instead of answering his question, the young man pushed open the door of the hotel.

The moment Elijah stepped into the hotel, he was immediately attracted by the dΓ©cor inside. The grass-green wall-climbing roses form a series of natural screens between the tables along the wooden branches, dotted with small flowers of different colors, clear water enters the house through the aqueduct outside the courtyard and naturally flows down from the decorative holes in the walls, forming a "small waterfall", and the tables and chairs are different from what you usually see, but use a back-back recliner similar to the ancient Greek style, equipped with cork cushions and cotton jackets, so that people can sink their bodies into it and get a complete relaxation.

Ulysses smiled and greeted the maid Pamela, who recognized the guy who was always drinking but not consuming, and gave him a roll of the eyes.

Elijah was in the lobby of the inn when he saw a familiar figureβ€”the knight Dion.

This beauty, who has always been the focus of high society in the capital of Taylor, is now sitting in a corner of the hotel depressed, looking at the barley tea and snacks in the cup in front of her, silent.

Elijah just wanted to catch up with him, but Ulysses grabbed his arm, who shook his head and said to the middle-aged man: "Dion has been in a bad mood for a while recently, don't bother him, the person who wants to see you is on the second floor." ”

Walking up to the second floor, stepping on the soft carpet under his feet, Elijah walked to the end of the hallway, waiting for Ulysses to knock on the door, and when he saw the person on the bed, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Teacher Terrence?!"

The old scholar who was rumored to have been burned at the stake is now lying comfortably on his bed. Although he was thin and sickly, his spirit was rarely good.

The old man lying on the bed saw the middle-aged man, his eyes lit up, his arms were slightly raised, and his face was uncontrollable joy.

Karin packed up the herbs and food plates, and said to the two at the door, "His body is still very weak, and he can't talk for a long time, let alone be excited or angry, please pay more attention." ”

After saying that, she accompanied the old monk out of the room.

Elijah walked briskly to the bed, got down on one knee, and leaned his head close to Terrence. In my impression, this old man, who used to be his academic tutor, stood on the podium, holding a whip in one hand and a book in the other, and his voice was so loud that it could be heard from a hundred meters away. And now, he lay there, like a drowning man who had just been rescued from the sea, and he had to breathe with all his strength.

Elijah took Terrence's right hand with both hands, lowered his head, and his body trembled slightly, choking silently.

Terrence turned his head slightly to the sad two, frowned slightly, and said in a very weak but firm voice, "I am not dead old man!

Ulysses gently wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, put a hand on Elijah's shoulder, and whispered, "There is one thing that Mr. Terrence wants you to do." ”

Taking a note from the other party, Elijah slowly unfolded it. He fixed his eyes and saw that the palm-sized piece of paper was full of names, and a rough count showed that there were more than fifty people.

"Sandro Botticelli, Derch Potts, NiccolΓ² Machiavelli......" Elijah read the names softly, and his mind quickly matched them with the faces of the royal academy, who were all graduates of the Royal Academy, among them poets, painters, writers, musicians, philosophers, sculptors, and architects...... But without exception, they were all once disciples of Master Terrence and were recognized as a group of talented people.

Terrence's arms bulged, his hands suddenly increased in strength, and a flame burned in his eyes: "Find them, don't say I'm still alive, just say it's my last wish!

Elijah looked at the old man in surprise and subconsciously asked, "Teacher, what do you want to do?"

"War! I'm going to start a war!" Terrence braced himself and sat up slowly, his eyes like a sharp blade out of his sheath: "A war to unveil the filthy and false nature of the Church, revive classical culture and flourish art!"