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Chapter 232 The Opening Song of the Steam Age

The time travel experience Cecil imagined should be like a scheming green tea whore meets a PUA man who shows off his wealth, or a man who doesn’t want to work hard meets a rich and empty woman. Yes, unfortunately, in reality, his time-traveling experience is like a childhood sweetheart. In the beginning, the two sides were in a relationship with each other, but they grew up slowly, saw the cruelty of the world, and realized each other's goodness after being beaten by the society. Together.

All the Wang Qis were not enthusiastic when they first saw him, and then gradually got better, and some of the theories he put forward were often questioned, and it was the same this time. , Topics such as "superego" and "id" were directly rejected by the black dragon.

"What we want is not philosophical speculation, but an answer." Black Dragon said calmly, "It's not a guess or thought, but a real, convincing answer that can find evidence."

Cecil is worried, who the hell can find out!

"Why did you go to our world for the answer?" This is another question from Cecil.

"Because we have observed and explored enough in this world." The black dragon said, "We have even been to the dark world."

Cecil tentatively said: "So, you understand that our feet are..."

"A planet, and other planets, we also saw the sun." The black dragon said surprisingly, "Since you also understand this truth, then I can logically speculate that your world is also a planet, and it is not similar to a plane. The space structure is a real ball. In fact, this makes me a little puzzled. Your body is very fragile, and there is no magic in your world. So, how did you discover the fact of the planet? Relying on you Its body structure cannot survive in the dark world no matter what."

Cecil opened his mouth and closed it again. The reasoning ability of the Dragon Clan is indeed strong, and their comprehension ability is astonishing given the knowledge of two worlds.

The god of smelting who had been silent all this time spoke lazily: "Because humans can create."

"Gizmos that create metal?" The black dragon heard the strings and knew the meaning.

"Those metal gadgets are more powerful than you can imagine, and what is even more powerful is that before humans can enter the dark world, they not only know the existence of the earth, but also the existence of galaxies and the trajectories of stars. It’s done by looking through the glass.”

The God of Smelting's words were too general, and the black dragon frowned: "Does glass have any special functions?"

Cecil twisted his expression in order to hold back a smile, but the God of Smelting laughed unceremoniously.

"I can tell you an answer, random." The smelting god said, "Whether it's you, the planet, or even this universe, it's all random. The universe, that is, the dark world you call, has things you can't imagine. Time, billions of years or even billions of years, in this long enough time, it is possible to randomly produce any incredible phenomenon, life is just one of the manifestations. There are not so many reasons, some are just random, just like the tree Falling leaves, as long as the time is long enough, there will always be one time when the falling leaves will form a dragon pattern, that is not a sign or truth, it is just random."

After listening carefully, the black dragon was silent for a long time before saying: "Maybe, but this is just a simple guess, we need a definite answer."

Translate this sentence: This answer is too low, and our tall dragons refuse to accept it.

The God of Smelting didn't force it, but smiled and said, "You are very brave."

"Thank you for your approval." Black Dragon nodded.

After agreeing to consider the Dragon Clan's request, Cecil and his party returned to Moon City for the time being, and it was not an option to continue this stalemate.After leaving Port Lazarus, the God of Smelting said to Cecil: "Actually, the God of Civilization is the one who thinks the most about the dragon race. All the Gods of Civilization, including the one who treats you the most and seems to have the best feelings Even the gods of civilization have considered a question, why should such a powerful existence be controlled by weak humans?"

This is indeed a problem.

When Cecil was thinking about explaining in embarrassment, the God of Forging continued on his own: "We are so powerful that we can kill countless human beings with a wave of our hand, but all human beings are dead, even those who don't believe in us. Now, we will still be weakened. It is a sad fact that we, who are strong, want to please human beings and rely on human wisdom. Why do we exist? We cannot be visible, we cannot control our own destiny, and we cannot even enjoy life. The fate of the world is not up to us, so what is the meaning of our existence?"

These words were undoubtedly so correct that Cecil couldn't find any reason to refute them.

"The most tragic god in the history of mankind is the theory of the center of the earth." The god of smelting said.

"There is still a god in the geocentric theory?" Cecil asked in surprise.

"Yes." The God of Smelting showed a look of nostalgia, "His misery was so miserable that he became conscious. He opened his eyes and looked at the world, and immediately began to cry. Other gods of civilization will not know the date of death, or even There must be a time of death, such as the God of Cookery, as long as human beings do not die, He will always exist, even as long as the living beings do not die, but the geocentric theory understands the horror of the future at the first sight of the earth revolving around the sun. It can be said that, He is the god of civilization closest to human beings, the kind of person who has had to face the horror of death from the beginning of his birth. So he has been working hard, crazily influencing human beings, trying to reverse the existing facts."

Even though he knew the ending, Cecil couldn't help but said, "He did many things."

"Yes." The smelting god said, "When our group of gods were obsessed with their own world, He was the only one who used all means to influence the human world, and delayed the heliocentric theory for hundreds of years by himself. However, this Nothing has changed. Humans will go into space one day. All of His efforts are nothing but illusions. We also told Him that since God’s life is short, why bother to work so hard? It’s better to have fun. Gods also have ways to make fun Yes. He roared at us, how can you immortal gods understand my feelings? How can you understand the fear of facing nothingness? Who cares when I disappear? Who remembers me?"

The God of Forge raised his head and looked at the blurred stars in the evening sky. They were sitting on the griffin, only the one he was riding was particularly relaxed, as if there was nothing on his back.Soon they will land, Cecil's body cannot use protective magic, and it is impossible to ride the griffin at night, and the griffin cannot fly too high to avoid hypoxia and hypothermia.

"Why are we born?" The God of Smelting turned to look at Cecil, "This is a problem that all creatures will encounter when they reach a certain height. As far as I know, no creature has successfully survived this problem so far. Catastrophe."

Cecil had a premonition that the Dragon Clan would not be spared either. He suddenly understood why the God of Forging rated the Dragon Clan as "brave". Judging from this conversation, the God of Civilization should have easier access to the "Truth". Finally gave up.

The God of Smelting still kept his promise, and began to consider manufacturing a usable hydraulic stamping mill according to the local industrial development. The water wheel is indeed a power that can be considered. As long as a small city is built, it can be improved. The main reason is that Gaoting people helped design it. The scale of the canal is astonishing, and even the waterwheel is very tall and made of metal products. The parts can be replaced, and it can almost be regarded as an industrial product.

After the on-site inspection, the God of Smelting sighed: "It's hard for you, but your technology tree is a bit crooked, first develop power and then invest in precision instruments, this power has not been developed, so why do you focus on lathes first? Modularity means little in the face of natural dynamics."

This is true, Cecil said helplessly: "Isn't it because the steam engine has been unsuccessful all the time?"

"I heard it was successful when I went to the research center last time." The God of Forging said strangely, "It has been running for a long time."

"Ok?"

Luther was fast asleep when Cecil came to the thermal weapon yard of the research center. Naturally, the research center has a rest room, which is usually used by overtime employees. Of course, the research center must be 007, and he has no regulations. Psychological burden, after all, he is also 007.

After hearing Cecil's intentions, Luther took him into a room and showed him a huge... "box".He really can't figure out what this thing is, the pipes and structure are too complicated, but the "box" is continuously outputting power, and it is connected with a parallel rotating shaft, similar to the horizontal shaft connecting the wheels of an old-fashioned train.

Cecil stared blankly at the "box" for a long time, and said in a dreamy tone: "How long has this thing been made?"

"It was done years ago." Luther yawned, "Didn't you instruct Lauwena to improve the steam pump in the bathroom?"

Lauwena is the female mage head of the Power Institute, and she took refuge in Cecil very early on. There are some special stories in it. Her ability is not too advanced, but her loyalty is unquestionable, and she has always been very responsible in her work.

"Yes." Cecil said blankly, "Why are you here?"

"She made it but thought it was not practical, and it was still too big. Then I have a lot of structural drawings of guns here, so she came to have a look, studied it, and we made this thing together." Luther calmed down. Said bluntly, "Based on the experience last time, Lauwena felt that we should experiment first, so we roughly made a train model based on the model train made by Helen Cindy and the others. No, this thing, shut down every night, has been running for three days. It's been more than a month."

Three months, the train steam engine has been in this world for three months, and I still don't know?

Cecil uttered a loud cry suddenly, just to vent his emotions, which startled Luther, then he calmed down and patted his friend on the shoulder calmly, saying, "Good job." He turned around, no Paying attention to the bewildered Luther and the smiling God of Forge, he rushed out like a gust of wind to search for Langdon all over the city.

After Cecil found Langdon at home, he rushed forward and kissed him fiercely. Langdon was interrupted several times when he wanted to speak. He didn't raise his arms until the kiss was spitting and his lips were swollen. Otherwise, it was not enough to vent the ecstasy in his heart.

The age of steam is here!The train is coming!The world is "shrinking"!

Tired of shouting and venting his emotions, Cecil turned around and saw Moyer next to Langdon. The half-blood devil whistled with a playful smile: "I have been away for a few years, and I didn't know that the atmosphere of Moon City is so open." .”

Cecil lowered his arms as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Why are you here? Where's O'Casey?"

"Thick-skinned too." Moyer added.

"How can I survive if I don't have a thick skin when I know you?" Cecil said nonchalantly, "Don't talk nonsense, what's the matter with you?"

In the past few years, Cecil has been paying attention to the news of the former paladins and now the fallen trial knights. Although the paladins who stayed in Moon City as policemen no longer call themselves paladins, many of them still maintain the habit of many paladins. Things like prayers, justice reads, and a no-nonsense style that make the police system work well.They provided a lot of information about the fallen trial knights. After all, once the paladins fell, they were most likely to become "fallen trial knights" or "dark knights", depending on whether the fallen person liked to teach or kill.

"It is impossible for a fallen person to return to the light." Jory's crush, a former paladin, said categorically, "Once fallen, they will quickly deteriorate. How can it be so easy to keep your heart? This is impossible, and no one has ever Do it. The fallen may retain their humanity for a while, but they will eventually fall into the darkness and become servants of evil. No matter what the reason, no matter what suffering they have experienced, it is not a reason to fall, and no one has an easy life.”

Cecil still remembers the disgust of the former paladins when they said this. They were indeed noble-minded people, and they maintained the last dignity of the title of paladins when a large number of paladins were at a loss. Naturally, they could not tolerate their fallen colleagues.

When O'Casey appeared, the gray mist surged silently, but stopped a step away from Cecil. He was riding a horse, his face covered by thick armor.

"I can't go any further." O'Casey's voice was vague and dull, "You have rejected the fallen plane."

Cecil looked at Langdon suspiciously.

"The plane that only allows fallen people to enter has always been considered a kind of different dimension." Langdon explained, "It seems that this is also a kind of magic."

"A world where only fallen people can exist." O'Casey's tone was calm, "We walk through this place and go where we want to go."

Cecil stared at the knight in the gray fog and asked, "You can always come out, right? Otherwise, how would you kill people?"

Moyer looked at his lover with meaningful eyes, O'Casey was silent for a while and said, "I can drag them into the fallen plane."

"There are always people like me who are not easy to drag in." Cecil said, "So, come out."

O'Casey was silent for a longer time this time. After a while, he jumped off his horse and stepped out of the gray fog with heavy steps. A strong smell of blood spread in the room, just like a slaughterhouse. Also mixed with the metallic smell of sharpening a blade.

Cecil walked up and opened his arms to hug O'Casey, and patted him on the back twice. It felt like he was patting a solid steel statue. He withdrew his hand with a grin and said, "Welcome back .”

Moyer cleared his throat violently, and O'Casey lowered his head slightly. His face was still blurred at such a close distance. It seemed that this was not a magical effect but a change in his body, as if the layer seemed to grow into the flesh The armor, without normal structural links or points of strength, just covered his body.

"I did not return to the light..."

Before O'Casey finished speaking, Cecil patted the heavy shoulder armor and said, "I know, you are welcome to come back whenever you want." After speaking, he said directly without waiting for others to refute, " What do you want from me?"

"Just passing on the news," O'Casey said, "Alexander is persecuting anyone who sells Middle Kingdom merchandise."

"I know." Cecil wondered why O'Casey said this specifically, "It's bound to happen."

"I don't mean the people of the Middle Kingdom, but the people of Losher." O'Casey raised his hand, and a phantom appeared in his palm. It was what the thugs did, and the victims all argued, "I am Losers", "Several plaintiffs have sued me for the murder, and I must go to trial."

Cecil's brows frowned following those miserable visions. He knew that people are group-oriented, otherwise there would be no such words as people saying what others say, but it's a bit surprising that the Luoxie people are so cruel to their own people. unexpected.

"The unemployment rate in Rochester has reached 34% this year." Langdon said slowly, "This is just our approximate statistics. After all, we don't have records for everyone in Rochester."

Cecil was shocked: "34%? How is it possible! How is such a high unemployment rate not reflected in society?"

The statistical unemployment rate of modern society on the earth is generally more than 10%, which is the alarm line, and the society will be in depression if it exceeds 20%. Los Angeles society as a whole still presents a scene of prosperity, consumption is the easiest standard to measure, and no one will spend a lot of money in a precarious situation.

"Because Luoxie was too rich in the past." Langdon explained the reason, "Even if our products cannot empty their pockets in the past few years, but the pool that cannot be drained will eventually dry up, and our Those industries that are occupied will naturally make a large number of mages in related industries unemployed."

Cecil asked, "I thought the Rochers were not in business."

"There is no such pure thing. Luoxie people will work part-time. If they are proficient in this industry, it is possible to operate alone, or even set up a business. The business of Luoxie people has preferential taxation, so there are also Luoxie people who do business under their names. outsiders." Langdon explained, "After our products took over the market, many of our businessmen approached the Rochers as their names, and it was better to pay a high salary than to be heavily taxed every year. I guess these victims Some of the merchants were our people who fled and took over the shops and inventories, and a small part were the real Losiers’ business.”

Cecil looked to O'Casey's palm vision, just in time to see a group of people tearing a woman's clothes, shaving her hair, and parading her with a rope around her neck.The crowd along the street cheered and threw stones and rubbish on the woman's naked body. They insulted her as a "blasphemer", "foreign civilization", and "foreign robbers who stole jobs and property". Finally, the angry crowd stopped Unable to control themselves, they rushed up and punched the woman, beat her to death, hung her body from a street lamp and burned her.

In the dead silence, O'Casey slowly closed his palms.

Cecil had to take a few deep breaths to calm down the emotions in his heart. The last thing he needed at this time was to vent purely. Calmness was a must.

"What do you want?" Cecil asked.

"Will you give me a place when your armies destroy Rhett, the accused must be punished, my blade thirsts for sinful blood," O'Casey asked.

"You want to cooperate with me?" Cecil said the truth, "Because you can't kill so many people."

O'Casey didn't answer.

"If you want to cooperate with me, you must obey my orders." Cecil said.

"Do you know that walking on the streets of Moon City is no less than a demon appearing?" O'Casey said calmly, "Your view of evil is too naive, not all evil is worthy of forgiveness."

"I didn't say everything. I won't forgive any of the thugs you just showed." Cecil didn't panic at all. "I'm talking about you, and I don't ask you to stay in Moon City."

"I'm no different from them," O'Casey said.

"Then why judge them?" Cecil asked.

"That's my mission. I'm a trial knight. Even if there is a defendant, I will listen and give the criminal an appropriate punishment." O'Casey lowered his head slightly and met Cecil's gaze.

"What's the minimum penalty?" Cecil asked.

"Death." O'Casey did not back down, "If the crime is serious, it must be punished after death."

Cecil took a step forward and said: "Then give death to the sinner, but if you want my help, you must agree to my conditions. I will not comment on your actions, this is just an ordinary transaction, and I also I won’t be so tolerant to other trial knights, because they are not O’Casey. I won’t say that I believe you are still the same as in the past. The past you no longer exist, but you still have a future.”

When O'Casey was silent, Moyer said: "If you are willing to ask me for help, I can also kill a whole city."

Cecil glared at Moyer, but O'Casey responded immediately: "I promise you this condition, Your Majesty the Central King."

Moyer's expression seemed to match a lemon, but Cecil laughed and raised his chin to the half-blood devil: "Thank you for your assist."

Moyer snorted and pursed his lips in displeasure, but Cecil didn't care.

Cecil's first order to O'Casey was "Don't kill people, or judge others before I give the order." After a slight bow, O'Casey hid in the gray mist, his footsteps were extremely hasty, and he couldn't wait the taste of.

"The Fallen will feel uncomfortable leaving the Fallen Plane for too long," Langdon said.

Cecil was delighted to be reunited with O'Casey, and soon after he had another delight.