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Chapter 231 Racial Ceiling

Cecil originally thought that he would never have to deal with shit, shit, and shit. All he had to deal with along the way was eating, drinking, and messing around. It seemed that the world was at peace after all this was done. Now, Homer dragged him into shit, shit, and shit again. quagmire.

"Dragon poop emits a strange gas that ignites," said Homer, standing outside the window holding a triangular paper bag.

The first thing Cecil noticed was the paper bag, and he asked: "Human excrement and urine will also form methane when they accumulate together.

"No, the dragon's is different." Homer said as he took out a piece of fried chicken from the bag, with green seaweed on it, chewing it with a crispy sound. Shit, after igniting it, it directly blew up that city."

This kind of historical story has no value at all, but it is this kind of story that is easy to pass down.

Cecil groaned in his heart and asked, "We still have to experiment to see if there are any side effects or anything." Don't let the whole city stink when it is burned. Seeing Homer raise his head and pour the paper bag into his mouth, he couldn't help it. Zhu asked, "Where did you get this fried chicken?"

"A new fried skewer shop on Bailan Street on the second ring road." Homer said blankly, "There are a lot of seafood, the fried squid is delicious, and there are a lot of seafood seasonings, like this one is..."

The street names of Yuecheng are prefixed with the first ring, the second ring and the third ring. There are many repetitions, most of which Cecil can't think of, and some are officially determined by everyone after a long time. Yes, for example, there are many white orchid trees planted on Bailan Street. This kind of plant is not suitable for the local climate at all, and I don’t know how it survived and grew luxuriantly.

"Nori, I know." Cecil added.

The Middle Kingdom does not face the sea, so all seafood is imported from Serling, and the price is very low. In addition, there are imported seafood from Sacred Thunder. The geographical location of the two is different, and the seafood caught is also different. For example, Sacred Thunder has a kind of octopus that can grow To 50 meters, the taste is crisp, a bit like jellyfish but melts in the mouth after being cooked, like cream, it is a specialty of the Holy Thunder.

The seafood of Holy Thunder is also very cheap. In comparison, Cecil guesses that this is some kind of compensation from Holy Thunder for piracy, or the Dragon Race thinks so.

Negotiating with the Dragon Clan has to be done by Cecil. Others are not qualified. He is also willing to have the opportunity to go out for fun. The chances of going abroad are getting less and less. He still prefers to travel around the world than being a king. Unfortunately, at present The situation does not allow, let's talk about it later.

All of Cecil's whereabouts have been turned into a confidential project under Langdon's suggestion. When he leaves the Middle Kingdom, the double will appear on some insignificant occasions, just to put on a show. The last time he went to the magic fair in Maibei Valley The move had already been prepared, but it didn't come in handy at the time, but Langdon kept the double. After several years of training and learning, the double could imitate it perfectly. Even if the two stood together, as long as they didn't talk It is difficult to distinguish some specific matters.

"I knew it right away," Langdon said.

"Me too," Homer said.

"Langdon is fine, how did you recognize it?" Cecil asked curiously, "Wait a minute, you don't know how to use magic?"

"No magic." Homer pouted. "The smell is different. Now you smell like a god."

"Smell of God?" Cecil thought about this sentence, his current body was reshaped by the God of Civilization, "Not before?"

"No, it was a very strange smell before." Homer thought for a while, "I've never smelled a similar smell anywhere else."

There were not many people in the entourage, Langdon, Homer, and the God of Forging, "as long as you don't teach those brats what to do," he said.Cecil and his party will first arrive at Maibeigu and do a big thing here.

After talking with No. [-] last time, the excited No. [-] did not restore Mai Beigu's mana distribution immediately. In its words, this needs to be done slowly. After arriving this time, Langdon found that Mai Beigu's mana concentration had dropped After reaching the normal level, as soon as he stepped into the valley, he unconsciously took a deep breath and let out a comfortable groan.

"How?" Cecil leaned over and asked.

"Very good." Langdon looked in the direction of the mana well, and the mouth of the well, which was originally thick to black, became thinner and less conspicuous.

"Then we can start," Cecil said.

After the Gay Knights came under the ownership of Burton, the first thing he did was to search for the things left by the former leader, and then burned everything on the Nameless Island.Cecil, who learned all this, was surprised and regretful. Among those things, there was a possibility that there was a technology that combined magic and industry, and now everything no longer exists.

Looking back now, Cecil can't help but wonder why he didn't search carefully then?After pondering for a long time, he could vaguely find a trace of unhappiness, similar to the instinctive fear and revulsion when seeing arthropods, which is very vague but does exist.

When asked about Burton, he gave the same reply, "I felt very uncomfortable so I decided to follow my intuition. Anyway, I emptied out the useful things, and the rest looked disgusting." This feeling is different from that of Cecil. Coincidentally.

Maybe there's a reason why mortals don't know about it?

Today, the only ones in the Gay Knights who know the truth about the incident are the three major Templar commanders and Cecil. After Burton became the leader, the Temple of Tambunita was directly revoked. In the future, another one may be established in a certain country. , but this country will not be the Middle Kingdom.

Burton is busy deepening his control over the Gay Knights, but it is still easy to send a team of mages to build the Might and Magic Gate. Cecil even saw many old faces among these people. They are not particularly familiar but have an impression. A long time ago , The same scene also appeared outside the Moon City Gate, but this time it was not a temporary magic gate, and naturally it would take a certain amount of time to build and decorate.

When Cecil arrived, the Maibeigu Magic Gate had already been built in a place outside the valley. The simple semi-circular arch made of cement was painted in a strange black, and green plants full of flowers were planted at the heels of the arch, which looked like Like an ordinary arch.

When choosing the site, Cecil was not willing to build it in the valley. Maibei Valley itself is a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Of course it is not spacious enough compared to the plain, but it is also tens of meters wide, which is enough to expand an area similar to a rest station on the side of the road to place a magic gate.

A group of people gathered in front of the magic gate that had not yet been activated. Langdon recited the spell, like the cuckoo's cry in the morning and the owl's song in the night. When the first white characters appeared on the black-bottomed arch, Cecil was relieved. tone.Mai Beigu is no longer a place where magic is abhorred, and he is already mentally prepared for what kind of bloody storm this will bring.

The blue light surged inward from the arch, intertwined like countless tentacles and merged into a fluorescent blue light film, and the other side passing through the light film was the holy thunder. Unfortunately, Cecil still had to sit on the griffin go.

The magical magic distorts the space, just like the gray fog around the knight of judgment, it is an exclusive passage, only for the fallen to walk through.

O'Casey looked down at the struggling man at his feet. He had judged many people. These people would always quibble, find that words were useless, and then go crazy, and finally prayed, and then turned into a picture called pain.Just like the woman's curse, the "defendant" will be tortured endlessly, and even after death, his soul will be captured by the trial knight until the woman's hatred dissipates.

"Nothing lasts forever." Facing the defendant's twisted and howling soul, the trial knight said coldly, "One day everything will be reduced to nothingness, and you will also be liberated."

The soul screamed shrilly, flickering and swaying in an attempt to escape, O'Casey just held the weak soul into the sword lightly, the sword of the judge knight is the container of the soul, and the judged soul will return to the sword. Come over and become his power, however, obtaining this power is not free, and his trial standards will become more and more stringent and cruel, until he no longer has himself.The righteous pursue him and destroy him, and one day he will also become the "judged one" and receive the "judgment" of destruction.

"Nothing lasts forever." Moyer kicked the corpse on the ground and said with a smile, "One day, you will become a real knight of justice and treat all sinners equally."

O'Casey was trembling. It was not easy to fight against the instinct brought about by the depravity. He had been persisting. The most desperate thing was that this persistence was endless. However, he was used to fighting against the whole world with his own strength.

"I can't judge the whole city," O'Casey said after calming down. "I need help."

Moyer jumped in front of the trial knight and put on an innocent smile: "Do you need my help?"

"No." O'Casey said coldly, "I'm going to see the King of Central."

Moye's smiling face disappeared instantly, and he spat lightly.

At this time, the central king was facing a large pile of shit, which was astonishingly large, like a small hill. The handsome man in black from the dragon tribe he had seen once stood beside him solemnly and recited a small spell, and then put the poop on his fingertips. The fireball was thrown towards the dung pile.

The dung piled up, and the flame quickly turned from blue to white and shot up into the sky. There was a magic protection in front of Cecil and his party. After the flame reached a step away, they could no longer move forward, but the heat and light still arrived as promised. —and a huge stench.

Cecil originally had a chance: maybe there is something special about dragon dung?Maybe it is not only not smelly but also quite fragrant like panda poop?

Facts are always willing to shatter the delusions of mortals. Dragon dung is really smelly. Huge dung naturally brings a huge smell. Isn't this a matter of course.

"This smell doesn't work in the city at all." Cecil said helplessly.

"Install a filter chimney." The God of Smelting observed with great interest, "The smell is not a problem, the poisonous gas is much more powerful than this, and humans still enjoy using it."

Cecil's expression twisted: "Are you sure?"

"How do you feel now?" the God of Forging asked.

"It's not good, it stinks!" Cecil said honestly.

"Are you prone to fainting?"

"This is not."

"That's fine." The God of Smelting nodded, and looked at the handsome man in black, "The temperature is not bad, but I don't know how long it will last?"

"A few days." The handsome guy in black said, "You can take a stroll around the city and verify it with your own eyes."

Homer chimed in: "There's something special about the morning fish meal in Port Lazarus."

Port Lazarus is the capital of Holy Thunder, a port city. Cecil remembered that in European and American culture, Lazarus meant resurrection from the dead, but Homer spoke Chinese, so it was obviously a transliteration.

There is not much difference between Port Lazarus and the capitals of other magical powers, but according to the geographical environment, many of the houses here are one-story, and the foundation below is very deep, which is to cope with the sea breeze that never stops throughout the year.There are many houses built on the sea on the pier near the sea. The vertical pillars below are directly inserted into the sea. The locals make these houses colorful and bright, forming a special scenery.

Cecil and his party ate breakfast in these beautiful houses in the early morning for three consecutive days. The fish just caught from the sea was so delicious that the God of Forge was very satisfied.

When Cecil was surprised to learn that these fish were raised in the deep sea, he had to marvel at the subtlety of magic and the use of the sea by the Holy Thunderman.The Sirin conquered the sea, and Holy Thunder used the sea, and each side devoted all their efforts to dealing with the sea, and at the same time despised the other's approach.

"Serlings." During the chat after the meal, the owner dismissed the Serlings mentioned by Cecil, "They are barbarians who depend on the sky for their food. They have no plans and no brains. Now it's just because there are few people. The fish in it will not be able to keep up with their eating speed!"

Your environmental protection thinking is too far ahead of the times. With the current number of creatures, you can't finish eating seafood together, Cecil commented silently in his heart.However, he also admitted that once Serling's steel ship was completed and launched into the sea, the day when the creatures would wreak havoc on the sea would not be far away.

"But I see that many of the boats on your shore are produced by Serling." Langdon laughed. "Where are your boats?"

The muscles on the owner's face twitched, and he said with a fake smile: "All the good ships have gone to sea, and only the useless broken ships will stop at the pier at this time!"

There is no need to expose this kind of bravado. Langdon followed the owner's topic and gradually turned to the income of the past few years.

"Sigh, fishing is hard." The shopkeeper sighed. "Now there are a lot of food from the Middle Kingdom, and everyone is not keen on eating seafood anymore."

The main economic pillar of Holy Thunder is deep-sea farming, but Russell did a rough calculation. According to the disclosed trading volume, the country should have gone bankrupt long ago.The secondary economic pillar is the flying dragon mount, which has been operating well, but the serious problem with the flying dragon mount is that it requires a professional rider. Not every mage can ride it. It is not as tame as a griffin, and its sales are natural. It is much narrower. Fortunately, the flying dragon mount has always been very high, and there is no substitute at the same time. It finally brought a lot of profits, but it is still not enough to support the expenses of the Holy Thunder.

In the end, Cecil and the royal knights agreed that the Dragon Clan subsidizes the Holy Thunder, which can be regarded as a fact that the hand is short and the mouth is soft. When facing the Dragon Clan, Holdenheim has no way to harden his bones.

Dragon mount...maybe start thinking about airplanes?

Cecil pondered obsessively for a long time, and finally came to his senses and realized that airplanes are absolutely impossible. He might not be able to do it in his life, so let's honestly build steam engines first.

After bidding farewell to the disgruntled shopkeeper, Cecil and his party returned to the dung burning site. The huge stench has lessened a lot, but the flames are still burning. After observing with old meat, it can be found that the dung has only decreased a little. , but hardened and turned red, like some combustible material.

"How long can this be burned?" the God of Smelting asked seriously.

"Up to a week." Homer said, "If the number is enough, it will cause an explosion."

Don't fantasize about dung bombs... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Then how many dragons are needed to make this quantity?" the God of Smelting continued to ask.

"One end," Homer said. "This is my brother's morning poop."

Ahhhhhh that is a handsome guy in black, I was actually watching how to burn his feces, Cecil kept a blank expression on his face, his heart was full of bullet screens, his proud imagination was destroying his understanding of Any sexual fantasies of a handsome guy can be said to be horrific.

The God of Smelting came to a conclusion: "At present, it is a suitable fuel, but it depends on whether it will cause some unknown reactions during the specific casting, so we have to experiment first."

Homer made a gesture of your invitation, and when the God of Metallurgy began to take out the blast furnace from his pocket, Cecil said: "There is one more question." Everyone looked over, and he said with despair, "This thing How to transport it back to the Middle Kingdom?"

Everyone: "..."

Oh, this is indeed a problem.

Everyone discussed the issue of excrement transportation for a while, and the conclusion is that there are many good methods but they are all too expensive. There are cheap methods, and the efficiency is very touching.

"It's better to go straight to the Middle Kingdom." Homer said to the handsome black dragon calmly, "Anyway, it's not far away once you come back."

Regarding this suggestion, Cecil hesitated for a while between being aggrieved and agreeing. Homer is of course well intentioned, but it is unacceptable for the dragons to use the Middle Kingdom as a toilet, not to mention, he does not believe that these dragons will behave themselves Going to the toilet in one place, what to do with the one left and one right!

"No, it's too far away." The black dragon resolutely rejected Homer's suggestion, "If you use Might and Magic, it will be another expense."

Cecil breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Actually, I still have a question. What are the conditions for you to give us these... feces?"

Everyone knows that the dragon clan is full of treasures, but the dragon clan has not yet turned into a pig, of course it is due to the super long lifespan, the darling of magic and the advanced ideas brought by Rakshasa, so the excrement of the dragon clan is not what you want. you can.

"You are changing the world." The black dragon suddenly changed the subject and said, "I have a hunch that soon, you will have to make a major choice, which will determine the future of the world. Dragons are also part of the world, we Impossible to be independent from the world, for the continuation and prosperity of the race, we need a proxy."

"The Middle Kingdom will not become a vassal of other forces." Cecil immediately said.

"You guys are not qualified enough to be collaborators." After saying this, Heilong glanced at the God of Forging who had been silent all this time, "However, we do have some things that need your help."

After making some mental preparations, Cecil said, "Please speak."

Unexpectedly, the black dragon asked: "What is your world like?"

Cecil was a little confused: "What aspect are you talking about?"

The black dragon tilted his head and thought for a while—this action is very similar to Homer's, probably the exclusive cute move of the Dragon Clan—then said seriously: "Everything, just say what you think of."

Where did this start...

Cecil thought about it, and decided to start with the erect ape. Anyway, he had to witness the extinguishment of the dung fire, so there was nothing to do for the time being.He talked from the morning to the evening, and he ate twice. Heilong actually listened obediently, occasionally asking some questions, and his calmness was completely confusing.

After finally talking about the end of China’s modern history, and the human beings gradually entering the information age from the electricity age, the black dragon started to ask more questions, and even asked about details such as “the standards of the Internet for different countries”. Searle finished talking about human history in a general way, and his whole person seemed to have shed a layer of skin.

The black dragon sat without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking. After about half an hour, he seemed to wake up suddenly and said: "What you said is basically consistent with what Luo Sha said."

"Raksha also said it?" Cecil asked in surprise.

"At our request, she said it." Heilong said, "She also focused on the role of women in promoting human history."

Then you still call me? !

Cecil didn't dare to say that, and said with a dry smile, "Then, what can you tell me?"

The black dragon rarely showed a hesitant expression, and said after a while: "The reason why we ask this is because we want to confirm a piece of information. There is a time gap of about 100 years between you and Rakshasa, but the times you describe are similar. We have some conjectures about your so-called "traversal" form. Magic has always been too superficial to study the soul, especially consciousness. Does the soul represent consciousness? Or, is consciousness really the soul? The soul can Do you go to the dark world? Does the soul have weight? And so on, etc. Doubts let us understand that we don’t know enough about the truth of this world.”

The word "truth" made Cecil tremble. From the lessons learned by the Dijals, no one who deals with "truth" in this world will end well.

Cecil was about to persuade the black dragon, but the other party spoke first: "Our request is that we want to visit your world."

Cecil was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had misheard: "What?"

"We want to visit your world, the world of Rakshasa." The black dragon said, "So far, there are no people from our world in your world, is there? In your world, magic is just fantasy. Have you thought about why? Why? Why do you only come to us and none of us go to you?"

"Uh, I think some people may have been there, but if these people keep yelling about magic, they will be regarded as mentally ill." Cecil said cautiously, "Also, it is also possible that there is no magic in my world, so mages used to be just like ordinary people. There is no difference between people, right?"

"Our world is not just a single race of humans." Black Dragon said, "Why didn't there be any non-human races in the past?"

Because we were pulled here by No. [-]'s inter-universe network transmission protocol, who can stand up to the black technology of the Dijal, I don't know if you ask me!

Cecil was silent for a moment, and asked, "Why are you going to my world?"

"Looking for the truth." The black dragon said seriously, "Where do we come from and where are we going? We need answers."