When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#456 - Welcome Home

Sitting in her wheelchair, turning the leather-wrapped wheels, Silvyr did not let Afu push her, but wandered aimlessly around the garden alone.

The flowers in the scorching sun reflected a crystal light, and the restored bronze cherub continued to spray water mist, used to water the flowers.

On the garden square of the Mechanical Palace, under the guidance of several veteran instructors, twenty or so teenagers aged twelve to seventeen were running in neat formations.

Since Horn left, perhaps fearing that Silvyr would be lonely, many child soldiers were transferred in the name of servants to accompany Silvyr.

With so many people joining, although most were teenagers, the entire garden of the Mechanical Palace was managed in an orderly manner.

The broken bricks and weeds were all cleaned up.

The peeling bronze statues were repainted, themottled walls were brushed with a layer of slurry, not to mention that the damaged andchipped flower beds were filled with mortar bricks by these child soldiers.

These child soldiers were specially selected by Horn, loyal orphans with Saint Vested physique who are intelligent and persevering.

In return, Silvyr personally lectured them on mathematics, history, philosophy, and logic.

Especially natural theology, which also included a lot of mechanics knowledge, that is, the three laws of Galar mechanics.

The geniuses of the empire seem to have the ability to reverse engineer incomplete chapters and derive them on their own.

Horn told Witt about Yunlai's architectural knowledge and urban planning concepts, and he invented "New Ten Books on Architecture".

After Horn taught Silvyr the leftovers of high school physics and mathematics, she also reverse engineered the first draft of "Mathematical Principles of Natural Theology".

Different from the historical "Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", this book does not have so many complex philosophical reasonings and mathematical arguments.

Because many useful mathematical tools have not been invented yet, it is definitely not enough to forcibly stuff them into a book.

So Silvyr may have to write several basic books such as "Algebraic Methods" and "Geometric Methods" in the future.

Although there are still many errors and omissions, it is enough to teach these eleven or twelve-year-old children, let's synchronize the culture with middle school students on Earth first.

If Frikk Grammar School is the key to opening the door to the Salvation Army government, then Silvyr's small seminar is the door to the Salvation Army's Privy Council and Senate.

The classes here are all heavyweight, for example, the two nominal spokespersons of the child soldiers, Night Watch Commander Duvaron and Gendarmerie Captain Raphael, should theoretically be in this class.

Not to mention the other child soldiers with high status but no real power.

"Dean," Raphael, who did not follow this expedition but stayed in the Mechanical Palace for a month of classes, said helplessly, "Your Majesty said he would arrive in the afternoon, but it is not certain, he might encounter giant spiders on the road, which may delay him."

"Who said I was waiting for Horn?" Silvyr, with a cold face like frost, turned her head, her beautiful green pupils staring at Raphael, scaring him into a shiver.

You must know that Silvyr uses classical education, and these child soldiers have been slapped on the palms by Silvyr a lot.

"I'm just out for a stroll, can't I?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Silvyr suddenly straightened her back, her originally drooping tail suddenly stood up, she stared at the gate of the Mechanical Palace, her pointed wolf ears pricked up as if she heard something.

As a wolf girl, Silvyr can hear things that people can't hear.

The next second, she suddenly became alert, quickly turned the hand of the wheelchair, and sprinted towards the door, the propeller-like tail seemed to be pushing the wind to accelerate.

Before Silvyr approached, the iron-clad gate of the Mechanical Palace opened to both sides with a creaking sound and the sound of gears turning.

In the slowly opening crack of the door, Horn's lazy face, wearing the oldpapal robe, yawned.

Silvyr's tail turned out a sound of breaking through the air.

Turning the hand, she was about to sprint towards Horn, but suddenly stopped her hand, and even the shaking tail stopped abruptly.

She vigilantly pricked up her ears, her eyes fixed on the door that had not yet fully opened.

On the one hand, it was out of reserve, and on the other hand, she smelled a strange smell.

Sure enough, as the door was completely opened, when Horn stepped in, behind him were two women wearing nun hats.

In fact, this is not a nun's habit, but a Saintess dress customized by Mrs. Isode.

The shape is adapted from the black nun's habit, but the upper arms are changed to looser bubble sleeves, and the forearms are close-fitting sleeves.

However, Isode added a lot of slit designs, which can reveal the white lining and lace edges inside.

In addition, Isode also reduced the long skirt to a short skirt that can only cover the hips, and under the short skirt is a pair of black shorts.

She even replaced the trousers with white spider silk stockings, which stretched from the soles of the feet all the way to the roots of the thighs, and were fastened with a thigh strap.

The golden brooch is made into the shape of a wax seal, and under the wax seal is a piece of parchment, with densely packed holy scriptures written on it.

Since it is a tailored fit, and there are animal tendon straps buried in the waistline, the slender belt and gears only serve as a armed belt.

In the middle of the belt are two pure black gold embroidered aprons, which are a kind of design similar to an apron.

This apron is a product that does not exist in this world, but a decoration used by ancient princes and emperors in Horn's hometown.

Letting Catherine and Jeanne wear this is not because Horn is a super conservative, and doesn't want to reveal a trace of a woman's skin, but because of the characteristics of the witch.

In principle, a nun's habit is the most suitable for a witch, because it does not reveal too much skin, reducing the possibility of witch disease transmission.

However, if it is in the Mechanical Palace, it can be more casual, only Saint Vested can enter the Mechanical Palace, and will not be infected again.

Wearing the clothes, Silvyr couldn't even recognize Jeanne a bit, but she still knew the smell, but who is the other woman with the witch smell?

Looking at that mature and bright face, Silvyr's line of sight gradually shifted to the left, aiming at Horn who was walking over with a smile.

As Horn got closer and closer, Silvyr's tail stood up straight.

Without any expression on her face, her ears fluttered, her hands rested quietly on her lap and crossed, maintaining a dignified and elegant posture, until Horn walked to a position two or three meters in front of her.

Opening her mouth, Silvyr was about to speak, when she saw a black shadow pounce from the side and hugged Silvyr.

Smelling the familiar smell, Silvyr helplessly patted Jeanne's arm: "Long time no see, Jeanne."

"Silvyr, I miss you so much." Seeing a close person, Jeanne grinned and stuck to her all at once, "I tell you, you don't know what I've been through during this time..."

In addition to Sissy, as Jeanne's first real female friend in the true sense, Jeanne has too much to say to Silvyr.

Although she has to bother Horn for more than half an hour every night, it is clear that this can't satisfy her chatterbox addiction.

Some little thoughts and secrets definitely can't be told to Horn.

Holding Silvyr, Jeanne didn't even give Horn a chance to say hello and introduce Catherine, and began to talk endlessly.

Looking at her pressing Silvyr's wolf ears, leaning on them, while peeking at Catherine and Horn with her eyes, while gesticulating.

Without listening, Horn could guess what she and her good girlfriend were talking about.

Without making a fool of himself, he turned his head to look at Catherine on the side.

However, Catherine is also very busy now, a group of White Mountain Hermitage astrologers led by Robert have been waiting on the side.

At this moment, Catherine strolled to the astrologers, and stretched out her gloved right hand.

Robert was introducing Catherine on the side, and the astrologers went up one by one to introduce themselves and kiss the middle finger knuckle.

Currently, Catherine is very likely to concurrently serve as the head of the White Mountain Hermitage, although the city was broken in the Battle of Rapid Stream City, it exhausted half a decree company, this performance has been supported by many party veterans.

Horn can't disturb her either, he is still counting on Catherine to get him a batch of qualified astrologers.

The charging of the Aether Spire relies on Silvyr, this half-baked astrologer, to calculate, if there is such a group of elite astrologers to help, maybe it can increase the charging frequency of the Aether Spire.

Jeanne and Silvyr want to reminisce, Catherine wants to meet with the people of the White Mountain Hermitage, standing at the gate of the garden, Horn suddenly found himself becoming an outsider.

However, this embarrassment did not last long, Silvyr and Jeanne said a few words in the end, and still turned the wheelchair to Horn.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Raising her head, Silvyr stared into Horn's eyes.

"Why don't you ask me, am I sick or injured? Am I eating well? Am I sleeping well?"

"Jeanne has told me all that, you are very energetic." Silvyr glanced at Catherine with a smile.

With a slight smile, Horn smoothly changed the subject: "I plan to stay for half a month first, give myself a few days off, and then I may spend the Winter Solstice Festival in Jeanne d'Arcburg."

"Not on Autumn Twilight Island?" Silvyr's wolf ears drooped.

"After all, Jeanne d'Arcburg has just fallen into our hands, on this important festival, I must celebrate with the citizens of Jeanne d'Arcburg, or spend it on Autumn Twilight Island next year?"

"I can already stretch my right elbow out." Silvyr answered irrelevantly, stretching out her hands straight, like a little zombie, "The year after next, I will be able to see the Yve River you mentioned, and the Nauan River, and, I want to see the sea."

"I guarantee you will definitely see it." Jokingly, Horn reached out and stroked Silvyr's fluffy wolf ears.

The sunlight shone on the gray-purple fur, and it actually had a semi-transparent ruby texture.

Although Horn touched Silvyr's wolf ears, her human ears were as red as if they were burning.

Stiffening her body, Silvyr pretended to be angry and clamped her soft tail: "I've told you, without my permission, you are not allowed to touch my ears...and my tail."

"Okay." Horn agreed readily.

Silvyr knew that he wouldn't listen, but held her breath and turned the hand of the wheelchair forcefully towards the main hall of the Mechanical Palace.

But after walking a few meters, she stopped turning again, but suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I almost forgot, I still have a sentence I want to say to you."

Turning the wheelchair, Silvyr swayed her body slightly, after a short sprint, she drifted, and with superb wheelchair manipulation technology, she turned to face Horn.

Using two index fingers, she put them on the corners of her mouth and raised them, Silvyr tried hard to open her chin, and made a stiff but bright smile: "Welcome home."