"In those elegant public places, there are often awkward moments where you want to expel excess gas from your body, but you're afraid of making unpleasant noises..."

Ulysses' eyes widened: "Expel the excess gas?!"

The monk's assistant sitting next to him whispered a reminder: "I believe he meant farting..."

"Damn it! I know it's bullshit!" Ulysses' face was darker than the bottom of a pot. He waved his hand and said, "Go on."

The wealthy businessman held the duckbill clip above his head, his voice so loud that everyone in the service hall turned their heads: "And with this 'fart silencer,' no matter where you are or what position you're in, you can fart whenever you want, and it'll leave no trace!"

The monk's assistant, oblivious to Ulysses's troubled expression, asked with interest, "So how exactly is it used?"

"Just aim this little thing and insert it..." The wealthy businessman gestured for the duckbill clamp to slide down towards his buttocks, raising his eyebrows and looking lewd. "When you want to do your thing, just use your lower abdomen, and the clamp will open to its maximum, ensuring unobstructed airflow, so there won't be any noise."

On the verge of collapse, Ulysses couldn't take it anymore. He took his stamp and frantically scribbled over a dozen red crosses on the patent application for the "fart silencer" like a chicken pecking at rice, then shouted, "Rejected!"

Seeing this, the wealthy businessman turned red with anger and, holding the small clip, protested loudly, "Why was my invention patent rejected? You don't understand anything at all..."

Ulysses rang the bell, and the guards appeared, grabbed the wealthy merchant, and dragged him toward the gate.

His "epic" defense still echoed in the hall.

"Ignorant fools! You'll understand how important my invention is when you get rejected by your loved ones because of farting!!"

Ulysses rubbed his temples and said indignantly, "Although the teachers and students of Twilight Academy are required to help the kingdom with its administrative affairs, I never want to do this kind of patent review again!"

The monk's assistant glanced cautiously at the scholar and tentatively asked, "There's another person outside who submitted a patent application. Do you think we should send him back?"

Ulysses sighed and said helplessly, "Fine, let him in."

A gaunt man sat down opposite Ulysses.

The latter noticed that the man, suffering from long-term malnutrition, was emaciated, but his hands were impressive. His ten fingers were long and slender, as dexterous and powerful as a pianist's.

Ulysses picked up the other party's application form and glanced at it, and was startled by the patent name—"Human Blood Circulation".

As the gaunt man pulled dozens of sketches from his pocket—including diagrams of blood circulation in the human heart, anatomical diagrams of the human blood circulation system, and even diagrams of capillaries—Ulysses, with trembling hands, patted his assistant's shoulder heavily: "Quickly, go and fetch Master Terence! As soon as possible!"

Research on the human body in this other world is still stuck in the ancient Taro era.

The most representative example of this is the human circulatory system.

The church's theory of blood circulation is also known as "Garenism." It essentially states that the human body was created by God, and that blood comes from the "spirit" bestowed by God, produced by the liver, and flows through a small hole in the heart.

The man who applied for the patent completely overturned the church's theory of blood circulation, dividing human blood vessels into arteries and veins, and describing in detail the structure of the heart and the circulation route of blood, even drawing the structure of capillaries clearly.

Twenty minutes later, Terence sat in the reception room, put down the drawing in his hand, and looked at the man in front of him: "What's your name?"

Wayne Dunlop.

"Are you a doctor?"

Wayne nodded: "To be precise, I'm a veterinarian."

Terence narrowed his eyes slightly: "How did you draw these diagrams?"

"I took a microbiology course at Muxi Academy for a while. Later, I spent all my savings to buy a microscope and found the capillaries in animals. I thought to myself, since animals exchange blood between arteries and veins through capillaries, humans must do the same. So, I sneaked into Silver Ring City with my microscope..."

Ulysses suppressed a gasp.

Wayne continued, "Under the control of the northern barbarian kingdoms, people died every day in Silver Ring City at that time, which provided me with a stable source of experimental materials."

Terence frowned and said, "Desecrating the corpse of the dead..."

“Rather than letting those bodies be consumed by maggots, let them contribute their last bit of strength for the great truth,” Wayne said, bowing his head and interlacing his fingers.

Terence stroked his white beard, pondered for a moment, then closed his eyes and said, "Take him to register the patent."

After helping the veterinarian complete the patent registration, Ulysses returned to the reception room and began discussions with Master Terence.

“Master, I have instructed him and other people in the know that this matter of blood circulation must be kept secret and not spread.”

Terence nodded after listening, pondered for a moment, and then said to Ulysses, "Do you know what the discovery of human blood circulation means?"

Seeing the other person shake their head, Terence slowly said, "In the eyes of the Church, the human body is God's creation and the most crucial line of defense for theology. Unveiling the secrets of human physiology is the sharpest spear to attack the Church."