"Don't the seminaries teach philosophy?" Winters wondered: "We all learn a little bit of it in military schools."

Kaman said angrily: "Scholasticism is not holy... it is not the main subject of the order to which I belong. We do not need to learn content that may cause controversy, let alone dialectics!"

Winters commented with great interest: "Abandoning reason? Skepticism? Why does the thought of your order sound a bit heretical?"

"Shut up!" Kaman was furious: "What heresy do you know?!"

"Who taught the teacher well?" Winters came back and bowed down to salute: "Thanks to you, I have read all your books."

Kaman seemed to have been drained of all his strength: "You still want to talk about the barbarian witchcraft? If you don't tell me, I will go back."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Winters put away his smile and said seriously: "What I'm going to say below is not something I learned from books or exams, but my thoughts on the records left by a sage.

…and a little bit of my personal experience.”

Kaman noticed the change in Winters' tone and listened with a formal attitude.

Winters cleared his throat: "We, the spellcasters of our alliance school - if there is such a school - believe that magic is not a wish-making machine, it is not 'from A to B' across all paths.

If you compare using spells to 'musket shooting', then the spells of the Alliance School do not directly give you a high-speed flying lead bullet. The spells of the Alliance School are a matchlock gun with a butt, barrel, and gunpowder, and the magic is in it.

The role played is like the tiny spark on the tip of the match rope.

Every structure of the entire musket should be researched, understood and improved, because it follows objective laws that we don't know yet. As for the method of exploring the laws, the only way is repeated experiments and demonstrations.

Since your Catholic Church has scholastic philosophy, I would simply call the Alliance school of thought [experimental philosophy] - if the Alliance casters really have a school of thought and a philosophy."

Kaman nodded expressionlessly.

"Spellcasters like me who are destined to enter the army are only used as tools to cultivate and train by the Magic Warfare Bureau - I only gradually understood this after getting to know you." Winters sighed, with some regret.

Said: "I have never taken any speculative courses, and no one has told me what kind of logic and ethics the alliance's spell caster system is based on. Anyway, as long as we can use spells..."

Winters paused for a moment, glanced at Kaman, and added: "This is a bit like you."

Kaman was slightly startled, narrowed his eyes and asked: "You mean, the magic of the 'Alliance School' you call is not a 'wish machine', but a 'key driving force' similar to flint and steel. Through 'push a

Make magic happen in an existing system?"

"That's what I think at the moment." Winters replied rigorously: "The specific details need to be proven through experiments."

"Okay, I understand, please continue." An imperceptible mockery appeared on Kaman's expression, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But Winters caught it, and he sensitively asked Carman: "Why are you laughing?"

"I didn't laugh." Carman denied.

"Lying will go to hell!"

"I think of some happy things, can't I?"

"You are laughing because you think you have found the fatal loophole that can defeat what I said before, and you have evidence to prove that the loophole exists." Winters stared at Kaman and spoke quickly: "But you don't want to

Tell me, so I can only declare victory with a chuckle."

Kaman turned his head to look at the lake without making eye contact with Winters: "Okay, okay, you'd better talk about barbarian witchcraft."

Kaman refused to let go, and Winters could not force him to reveal the truth.

So Winters asked Carman with some disappointment: "Did you know that there are actually two types of beast spirit speakers in the Hurd tribes?"

"What two categories?"

"The Chosen and the Non-Chosen." Winters stated succinctly: "In the Hed tribes, beast whisperers refer to people who can communicate with wild beasts, and are not directly related to the identity of the Chosen. I am in Qing

The one Qiu solved was the Chosen One. Bell was not the Chosen One, but he got along with the little guy - that lazy lion - day and night, and was able to communicate with the little guy. So in the eyes of the Hud people

, Bell is also a beast spirit whisperer."

Kaman nodded and responded with "hmm" and "hmm".

"Of course, this is my way of distinguishing as a bystander. The Hud people themselves will not distinguish this way." Winters picked up the wolfdog and put it in front of Carman: "Going back to the original question, why do you think they do it?

Obey me?"

Kaman asked tentatively: "Because... you also live with them day and night?"

"Because they regard me as the alpha wolf, the leader, and a member of the family." Winters answered bluntly: "Hed shamans believe that wild beasts also have spirituality. They have the concept of family and group just like humans. Just like the guard dog association

They risk their lives to protect their masters, not because they are afraid of their masters, but out of a kind of love for family members. Therefore, most of those beast whisperers who are not the chosen ones raise their spirit beasts from childhood to adulthood.

Naturally, the spirit beasts regard them as family - just like Bell."

Kaman doesn’t care about the unchosen: “What about the chosen?”

"The Chosen One?" Winters touched the wolf dog's head: "The Chosen One's Beast Spirit Whisperer is another path. Have you ever seen cavalry training war horses?"

"No." Kaman shook his head.

"Horses are very timid animals. They are afraid of flames, loud noises, and pungent smoke. When they encounter these things, they instinctively want to run away." Winters shrugged: "But on the current battlefield,

There are fires, gunshots and smoke everywhere, so the cavalry horses have to overcome their instincts. So how do you think the horses can be trained to overcome their instincts?"

"Put a gun next to them and let them get used to it?"

"Yes, but it's more than that." Winters took out a small bag from his arms and opened it to show Carman.

The pocket contains dried meat.

"Fire the gun next to the war horse, and while firing the cannon, feed the war horse candy." Winters took out a few pieces of dried meat, fed it to the wolfdog beside him, and explained to Carman: "In this way,

Gradually, I can associate 'eating sweets' with 'muskets'. As time goes by, the war horses will not only not be afraid of the sound of fire and gunfire, but will even get excited by the sound of fire and gunfire."

After that, Winters gave several commands to the wolf-dog, and the ferocious-looking wolf-dog obediently followed the instructions to sit up, lie down, and roll.

After completing a set of actions, Winters spread his hands and the wolfdog eagerly licked away the dried meat.

"You want to say..." Kaman asked suspiciously: "Hed shaman also uses this method to drive wild beasts?"

"I want to tell you that Hed shamans also have similar experiences and methods. The underlying principle is like the pillars of a temple, although the Hed people have decorated the outside of the pillars with layers and layers called 'rituals' and 'traditions'

and 'rules' curtains, but the pillars that support the temple are still stone pillars after all. The underlying principle of the Hedian shaman driving wild beasts is essentially the same as the way the Palatine cavalry trains their horses."

"Is it that simple?" Kaman felt incredible: "Feeding candy? Feeding jerky?"

"Of course it's not just that simple." Winters shouted sharply: "Now that the underlying principle has been understood, does the Hed Shaman still need to feed jerky? Feed sugar cubes? Feed jerky, feed sugar cubes.

Or? They have a more direct way!"

Before he finished speaking, Winters had already taken out the strange-shaped bone flute.

He patted the foreheads of the two wolf dogs, took a deep breath, and then played the bone flute.

The range and timbre of the bone whistle are different from ordinary whistles. It is not loud, but it has stronger penetrating power. Kaman also vaguely heard a sound similar to tinnitus.

What shocked Kaman even more was the wolfdog's reaction.

As the bone flute played, the two wolf dogs became extremely excited, happy, and satisfied. They trembled and crawled to the ground. There was even a light yellow warm liquid flowing out from under one wolf dog.

"Understood?" Winters threw the bone flute to Carman: "The Platoans don't feed sugar to the war horses every time. How can they afford it? So they have a special clicker. Every time they feed sugar,

, just press the clicker once. Over time, even if the Platoans do not feed the horses any sweets, they will still salivate just by pressing the clicker."

Kaman stood stunned and made no move.

"So when I heard Bell describe the ritual of the Beast Spirit Whisperer, the first thing I thought of was the trick of the Palatine cavalry in training their horses. I tried the bone flute, and sure enough, this bone flute was the sound of the shaman assassin.

piece'."

Winters sighed helplessly:

"If you ask me, the assassin is the monster who can truly 'pass through the appearance and touch the essence'. Using spirit beasts like objects and letting spirit beasts carry out suicide attacks is considered treason by the shamans.

A blasphemous act. The assassin trampled on all the ethics and morals of the Beast Whisperer, but he was also the Beast Whisperer who made the most efficient use of [Beast Taming Technique]... What an irony."

"Wait a minute." Carman held the bone flute, suddenly pulled Winters, and asked eagerly: "You haven't said yet how the barbarian shaman can 'make the beasts feel happy and excited'?"

Winters slowly showed a smile and replied calmly: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Kaman's voice rose unconsciously.

"Yes, I don't know." Winters paused for a moment, looked at Carman, and said word by word: "But you know."

"How come I know?" Kaman was simply baffled.

"Of course you know." Winters looked directly into Kaman's eyes: "Because within the Catholic Church, there are also magical spells that can achieve similar effects, but the target of the spell is a human being - I am the proof!"

"You want to say." Kaman felt extremely humiliated, and he laughed angrily: "The [Blessing of Radiance] our Lord bestowed upon the One Most Holy Church is the same as the witchcraft used by barbarian shamans to stimulate wild beasts.

Something?! Please say it again in front of me."

"Don't get excited, I didn't say they were the same thing." Winters reassured Kaman urgently: "As you said, although the results are the same, the paths may be different. And your [blessing technique] is obviously not as good as Hedesa

Many of the local methods are very effective, and the Hed Shaman's spells may not necessarily be used on people... And according to my observation, you like to secretly use blessing spells during sermons. Although the believers are all happy when they leave the church

, but what you do is really unethical..."

"Fart!" Carman cursed for the first time, grabbing Winters' shoulders and yelling: "When did I use the Radiant Blessing during a sermon? Why do you taint my innocence? How long do I have to prepare in advance for each sermon?

, do you know? Do you know?”

The emotional Kaman almost had a scuffle with Winters on the spot. Fortunately, there was no one else by the lake in the morning, otherwise it would have been another strange news.

When Kaman was a little more stable, Winters considered his words and cautiously suggested: "If you feel that I am humiliating the Catholic Church, I can provide you with an opportunity to prove the divine magic of the only Catholic and Holy Church and the power of Hedesa."
To be continued...