Martin frowned slightly, very puzzled.

Logically speaking, the Temple of Craftsmen should be more interested in these theories.

After all, craftsmen are the sequence of invention and creation.

Knowing that Martin might not be able to understand his intentions for a while, the Count simply sat down and continued to explain patiently:

"There was a debate that broke out hundreds of years ago in the Temple of Craftsmen, and the content of the debate was whether the work of invention and creation should be completed under the revelation of God."

"The supporters believe that all inventions and creations are gifts given by God, and as mortals, we cannot take the initiative to ask for them."

"The opponents at that time were similar to what you are doing now. They studied the principles of various phenomena and conducted various experiments. They used facts to prove it, and there were many results, such as the fluorescent lamps, pistols, etc. we are using."

Now, Martin was even more surprised.

If there are people like this, why don’t they stay?

As if seeing Martin's doubts, the count immediately said: "But, this world is not spoken by facts!"

"Theoretical debate eventually turned into factional struggles, and the opposition lost, and it lost completely and was washed away."

Martin nodded silently, and he understood.

In this world, the strong prey on the weak, strength is the most respected, and the big fist is the hard truth.

No wonder the scientific theories of this world look like a desert, and it turns out that they were burned by fire.

"Then... I will not have any problems with the experiment today, right?"

Martin only then realized that this incident was still dangerous, so he couldn't help but frown and asked with some concern.

The count waved his hand and comforted him: "You don't have to be too nervous, that's been hundreds of years ago."

"Actually, there have always been opponents in the temple, but everyone knows it and will not jump out on its own initiative. You will be careful in the future and you will have no problem."

Martin nodded heavily, silently wrote down the Count's instructions, and at the same time understood why he said that Glady was trustworthy.

When I left the manor, it was already a little dark.

Today, there are particularly many garrison members on duty on the street, almost every intersection. If you see suspicious people, you will immediately stop them and ask carefully.

This should be a city cleanup.

Martin remembered what Captain Mike had explained before.

But this is also the meaning of the question.

Such a big disturbance had caused huge losses and shocks to the entire Faralinburg, so naturally the temple would not stop so easily.

Of course, the Bosen family's carriage was obviously not within the search area, and it was unobstructed all the way and successfully sent Martin back to his residence.

Just in case, Martin also carefully organized the basement to make it look like an ordinary storage room.

Then he made himself a big cup of honey jam tea, sat at the desk, thinking and writing what he would talk about tomorrow.

Teaching is not an easy task either.

He spent the whole day in class, and he also had to ensure the quality and efficiency of teaching.

By the time the lesson plan was written, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The sea breeze became cooler and colder. Martin walked to the window and looked at the moon in the sky, feeling a little tired.

The bright moonlight fell into the house, which made him unable to help but see the classic poem "The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground; looking up at the bright moon, thinking of his hometown" came.

Shaking his head and throwing away the inexplicable emotion, Martin began to think about asking Gress to do some tools tomorrow.

For example, stopwatches, telescopes, springs, more accurate measurement tools, etc.

Finally, Martin took out the quill and continued to study the purpose of this thing.

Darktre, this name that appears in the introduction, cannot be written or called out directly.

If he is a god, then who gave this quill to him?

Martin suddenly remembered the symbols that had appeared on the feather when this quill appeared.

One of them symbolizes space.

Then, will Daqutrie be a god in the space realm?

Martin thought of that ceremony again - [The Lord of Space Hidden Place]!

The essay I found at Edith's house records the ceremony, and there are some descriptions about the Lord of Space.

[The Lord of Space was born in the First Age and disappeared at the end of the Third Age. Many relevant information was submerged in the long river of history.]

[However, the discovery of several recent remains shows that the emergence of new sequences seems to be related to His discovery of the dream world.]

...

Aburi, the author of this essay, lived in the period when Lanpeimiwen was prevalent, about two thousand years ago in the Quaternary period.

Martin recalled this passage and found that there was still a lot of information in it.

[Lord of Space], from this honorific title, he should be the god in the space realm.

However, he died in the third century

So would a quill be an item from that period?

New sequence...

Didn’t the sequence be decided since ancient times?

Can future development continue?

I don’t know which sequences the new sequence here refers to?

The dream world sounds like another anointed plane, I wonder if it is similar to the spiritual world.

The brief stay in the spiritual world left a deep impression on Martin.

He even developed a desire.

If only I could go and have a look again.

Just as Martin was thinking this way, a strong sense of absorption came from his hands.

Buzz!

Martin's head became dizzy, and then he became swollen and felt very uncomfortable.

It's like putting it in the washing machine for hundreds of times.

When he opened his eyes again, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Colorful!

The light that catches your eyes is of all colors.

The river water in the sky, the clouds on the ground, the strange animals flying...

All are colorful!

Or, the whole world is colorful!

This is that colorful world, spiritual world!

Martin was a little dazed.

Why did you get here again?

Then, he remembered.

He thought about it with a quill pen and teleported it over.

At the same time, he also discovered the difference in entering the spiritual world this time.

First of all, it's himself.

This time when he entered the spiritual world, he did not use his body, it seemed that he was just dependent on something.

Martin looked around.

This is a hemispherical space with a diameter of over twenty meters.

A layer of soap bubble-like film enveloped the island-like space.

Martin remembered that the last time he entered, the quill formed a thin film on his body.

Now the area of ​​this film has expanded?

Or, it was so big?

Martin was not too entangled with this issue, his eyes moved left and right, and found that there were other things in this space.

A long table and two chairs.

They all look very ordinary, without any fancy decorations.

There are also books and paper on the table.

There are more than ten books, stacked in two piles on the table, and papers are placed scattered on the table.
To be continued...