Firearms in a Fantasy World

Chapter 150: Gift

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"What's this?"

Father Anderson looked at the box with confusion.

"Let's talk inside!"

"Alright, my lord, please come this way."

After entering the small reception room of the church, Paul didn't immediately open the wooden box. Instead, he engaged in casual conversation with Father Anderson.

"I've heard that Father Anderson has broad interests. Indeed, today I see exotic flowers and plants everywhere."

"Ah... just a small hobby of mine, making you laugh."

Father Anderson felt a bit bitter inside.

Paul showed an interested expression and asked him, "I heard you're a member of the Rationalist Society, is that true?"

"Well... not yet, of course, I would very much like to be one of them. Um... I greatly admire them; the people inside are all learned scholars."

"Why haven't you joined then?"

Father Anderson blushed and said, "Well, this sect has rather high requirements for new members. You must have significant academic achievements or new discoveries to join."

"And I... have not yet met their expectations."

Honestly, Paul was quite interested in this unique sect, the Rationalist Society. Previously, he thought people in the church were just swindlers who only knew prayers and deception every day, but he didn't expect there was a group inside doing things similar to scientists, advocating "approaching divinity through exploring truths in nature."

But then again, in the recent history of Earth, there have been many people with religious backgrounds, such as Copernicus who proposed heliocentrism, Mendel the founder of genetics, and Lemaitre who proposed the Big Bang theory, surprisingly, they were all Catholic priests.

The reason lies in the fact that the Catholic Church preserved cultural knowledge from civilizations like ancient Greece and Egypt before the medieval era, and the schools run by the church were one of the few places where commoners could receive education at that time.

"Don't be disheartened!"

Paul encouraged Father Anderson, "Gold will always shine! You will definitely gain their recognition."

"Thank you for your kind words!"

Although he said this, Father Anderson felt that this goal was gradually drifting away from him. Once he became the dean of the monastery, where would he find time to engage in research?

Paul placed the box on the table. "So, I've decided to lend you a hand! I've specially invented this tool for Father."

Under Anderson's curious gaze, Paul opened the box, revealing its contents—a microscope.

Actually, upon hearing about Anderson's interest, Paul had planned to give a microscope to the priest. It's just that he had forgotten about it due to recent events.

Anderson couldn't understand what this thing was for.

"Please wait..."

Paul lifted up a thin piece of something for the priest to see. "This is a thin slice cut from a piece of cork."

Paul placed the slice under the eyepiece, "Father Anderson, please take a look. Look through the mirror at the back of this metal tube."

Following Paul's instructions, Father Anderson peered into the microscope's eyepiece.