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Chapter 230 Helping Children Do Homework

They rushed into the store, snatched all the silk and cotton, smashed the counter, pointed at the owner and cursed, accusing him of being a blasphemer, a foreign alien civilization, no matter how much he justified that he was a native of Los Angeles, it was useless.They demanded that he kneel, that he hand over "everyone's hard-earned money," that he should pay the Lochers for their losses, that he could not justify his attempts to escape, and that even his attempt to escape was accused of tipping off other defilers.

"I want them to pay the price."

The corpse of the owner of the cloth business was raised high, and the flames licked the flesh and blood. They cheered and celebrated. This is the victory of magic and the purification of the world. Their Luoxie will definitely get better and better.They will not hear the heart-piercing cries of the young boy who was kicked away in the corner of the shop. In the distance, the shopkeeper's wife is running frantically.

"I want them not to die in the fire, to live forever in the deep sea, I want them to feel unbearable pain all the time, I want their flesh and blood to become mud, and their bones become sticks."

The wife yelled loudly at them while holding the child. Her painful cries did not affect anyone. They looked at her coldly, raised their fists and staffs, and warned her that if she dared to speak a word, they would cut out her tongue.She trembled and closed her mouth, staring at them, remembering the faces. They used to be decent mages, but now they are just a group of thugs.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, their blood and pain will make up for my pain, the hatred will never die, the torture will never stop. I would like to be the soil under the hoof of your horse, the blood groove on the sword, please listen to me prosecution and give them justice."

The gray mist in front of the woman silently enveloped the surroundings. On the black steed, the fallen judge was wearing black armor. His body was tall and strong, and even his fingertips were covered in sharp armor. In other words, that Ben was a part of him.The blood and corrosion where the horse's hooves stepped invaded the ground, and even the hardest magic avenue could not resist the power of corruption. There was a little blood in the horse's eyes, but the knight's face was blurred.Different from other fallen judges, he was accompanied by a handsome devil with the most memorable face, but the woman didn't realize it at all, her upper body was lying on the ground, kneeling like a rotten tree, even suing The voices were calm and indifferent, neither yelling nor weeping.

"I have received the plaintiff's complaint." The misty and hoarse voice sounded, and the corrupt judge O'Kasey said coldly, "Who is the target of the lawsuit?"

The woman straightened up suddenly, the hatred in her eyes was so strong that it almost overflowed: "This city includes King Alexander!"

The fallen judge finally reacted. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the woman: "Those people didn't kill your husband, and others may not know."

Devil Moyer smacked his lips almost imperceptibly, as if dissatisfied with O'Casey's reaction.

"The judge said my husband was a blasphemer and deserved what he deserved." The woman said coldly, "The king said that the purification operation was correct, the neighbors said that we had premeditated it, and the passers-by said that everything was for magic. They were all accomplices, no one is innocent."

"And what about the kids?" O'Casey asked.

The woman hesitated for a while, and said after a while: "The children can be let go, but the adults should pay the price for their actions!" She paused, "There are also those who have the same experience as me, they are also innocent victims By."

"So, I have confirmed the plaintiff's prosecution, and the trial begins."

O'Casey lightly pulled the rein to turn the horse's head, and walked slowly into the gray fog. The devil still had the leisure to turn his head and wink at the woman, even though the woman was kneeling devoutly on the ground.When they walked into the world unique to the fallen, he pulled the horse's mane in dissatisfaction, and said with a smile: "The clothes those children wear, the food they eat, and the houses they live in are not all from My lord's filthy income? Blood-stained hands cannot give pure upbringing, how can age be freed from sin?"

O'Casey stared straight ahead, and the hand holding the rein trembled slightly, almost as if hallucinating, but he quickly stabilized his attitude and said calmly: "Only children can't do it."

"Hey." Moyer said disdainfully, "One day you will be able to judge fairly, regardless of the other party's race, age and identity."

"No, it's just that it varies from person to person, and yours is just fair." O'Casey said coldly, "I tolerate you staying by my side not because you want you to influence my judgment."

"But your judgment doesn't look like a fallen judge knight." Moyer said with a smile, "And I just want to correct this mistake."

O'Casey didn't speak anymore, as if he didn't hear, the half-blood devil and the fallen trial knight walked side by side in the gray fog world where there was nothing but emptiness.

Thousands of miles away at the same time, the dwarves stood at the gate of Moon City. They saw the railway tracks under construction and the inner and outer city walls, and they were suspicious of life for a while.

"Moon City is a non-magical country, right?" A dwarf in the lead has an extremely exaggerated beard, and he can't see anything except his eyes. His beard is braided into several strands, and the ends are decorated with small hand-crafted golden circles. , shaking with each step, "Are these things all made by hand?"

"That's it, molten iron!" The voice of the steel ring came from one side. He has an exclusive underground passage leading to the outside of the city. The current users are only him, Pibali and Keke, the only three underground residents of Moon City. Carroll once tried to walk, but got stuck in the entrance, and it was too fat to eat in winter, "These are all handmade! All handmade! Look at the rails, all stainless steel! You know the foundry in Tongcheng How many are there? More than 300! Do you know how high the largest casting furnace is? Nearly 100 meters! 100 meters, can you believe it?"

Steel Ring strode up to his fellow clan with a shy stomach. Compared with his peers, he was dressed in the style of Yuecheng: cotton jacket, cotton trousers, leather shoes, plus a fur in winter, even if it is snowing heavily The days are not cold at all.He looks no different from countless grandpas and aunts on the earth who wear pajamas to the streets, but in Moon City, this is the most fashionable dress.

His fellow clansmen wear leather clothes and shoes, all of which are made by magic. The function of keeping warm is added by magic. For this reason, softness, comfort, etc. have to be given up. The underground world is still relatively little affected by industrial civilization. The main reason is that the channels are not smooth enough. If there is no guidance from the underground residents, it will be difficult for the above-ground residents to expand their business underground.

"What do you look like? You don't look like a dwarf at all!" Iron Water shook his beard, "What is your body? Are you tied with grass?"

The steel ring puffed out of his nose, his proud expression was beyond words, and he spit out three words from his mouth lightly: "Hillbilly."

The above was the reason why Cecil's nose was bruised and his face was swollen when he saw the molten iron. The irritable dwarves would not show mercy, and they would communicate with their fists if they had opinions.

"Are you being robbed?" The rim was not only injured, but also lost his clothes. He was wearing a cashmere sweater to try to calm down. Cecil asked strangely, "Did you call the police?"

"It's not." Steel Ring snorted, desperately trying to hide the trembling in his tone, obviously not lightly cold, "I'm just giving a little charity to the poor fellow." After finishing speaking, he took a step aside.

It was only then that Cecil saw a dwarf behind the steel ring wearing a cotton coat, which was particularly conspicuous among the leather dwarves. Because he couldn't figure out the relationship between this group of people, he didn't dare to speak casually, and looked at the molten iron with suspicious eyes.

"Your Majesty the Central King." Tie Mo touched his forehead and chest with his hands. Considering the scale of the Central Kingdom's non-magical power, this is already a very good salute. "We are here to find the steel rings of the same family. Escaping the marriage contract and leaving home, very happy that we have achieved our goal."

Cecil glanced around the group of dwarves, there were more than 50 of them, all of them were fully armed, carrying all kinds of tools, and some of them were carrying things like food.

Liar!You came out to find someone with tools?And send so many people to look for it?

Cecil had already heard about the dwarves' personality from Langdon: stubborn, proud, vengeful, hard-mouthed, both male and female dwarves have beards, so it is difficult to distinguish gender, they seem to regard it as a beauty , female dwarves have beard beauty pageants every year, and male dwarves also have beard beauty, but the standards of beard beauty are different.

Dwarves are famous for smelting and casting, and the setting of "Fire of the Kingdom" can be ignored underground, and it is said that it changes with the distance deep into the ground.It is rumored that the dwarves used to live on the ground, but they moved underground at some point. I am afraid that was the period when the setting of "National Fire" started.They don't serve civilizations less than ten years old, and they charge extremely high prices and are eager to win. I'm afraid they came here this time to break the magic steel——Damascus steel and stainless steel.

Cecil was quite calm, and smiled and said: "Is this your fiancee?"

The steel ring snorted, and turned away from looking at the dwarf in his padded jacket.

How could Cecil let this guy go so easily? Langdon’s magic slots have been consumed the most by hunting operations. It is not easy to repair the damaged things. He continued to ask: "What is going on? Why did you run away from marriage? ?”

"Why did you say such a small thing..." Before the steel circle could finish speaking, he was hit hard by his fiancee's fist. The two rolled to one side while fighting, and cursed at each other in dwarf language, but unfortunately they couldn't understand.

Molten Iron's complexion was not very good, he cleared his throat and said, "This is just a past that is not worth mentioning."

"No, no, I'm very interested. After all, the rim is my... avenger?" Cecil said, "Is that what you said?"

"He actually regards you as..." The molten iron swallowed back the words, obviously not very polite, he stared at his fiancée and tore the steel rings that got up from each other, and said bitterly, "He was just fascinated by a ghost for a while and turned his back on the dwarves. tradition of!"

"Dwarfs are not as good-looking as elves!" Steel Ring shouted angrily with nosebleeds, "I don't like women with long beards, can't I? I just like elves with delicate skin!"

"Shut up, shame on the dwarves!" Molten Iron roared, and the dwarves who were traveling with him immediately rushed forward and covered the mouth of the steel ring, "Your mother, younger sister, and older sister all have beards, and your mother gave birth You! Unfilial son!"

From the red eyes of the rim, it can be seen that this guy is in anger. Cecil actually feels a little sympathetic. It's not because of aesthetics. Different people have different aesthetics. It's not surprising. He feels the same. It is the powerlessness of non-mainstream people facing the mainstream and the pain of not being able to face their loved ones.

No wonder Steel Ring has been finding all kinds of excuses to refuse to leave and stay so easily. Every time Cecil talks about it, he runs away. Now it looks so similar to him on Earth.

Cecil smiled and said: "In this way, you can also go home with peace of mind, what a happy thing!"

Hot Metal cleared his throat, and said in harmony: "Yes, thanks to your shelter, I would like to thank you on behalf of Steel Ring."

"You're welcome, you're welcome!" Cecil said kindly, "Then, I'm very glad to meet you and have a good trip."

"Okay, okay!" Molten Iron replied.

There was an awkward silence in the conference room. The dwarves obviously couldn't just leave like this, and Cecil deliberately didn't want to get involved in smelting. He has the god of smelting, so he doesn't need to hire dwarves at all. In fact, he doesn't even want the flame goblins. , Yuecheng has already trained countless blacksmiths, and there will be more in the future. The school will open the first smelting major, and develop towards a higher education institution.

"Then, please allow me to resign." After all, Hot Metal still couldn't get rid of this face, and said bitterly, "Thank you again for taking me in."

"You're welcome." Cecil nodded, and his eyes began to flick to the pile of documents, the meaning of seeing off the guests was very obvious.

Finally, these dwarves couldn't stand this kind of shame, and walked out one after another. As soon as the steel ring was gone, they immediately yelled: "Oh, come on, you stubborn old people, do you really think they are here to send warmth? Our smelting level is already high. It surpasses the dwarves, and I don't need you at all!"

The tone of the steel ring was too hateful, and the fiancee slapped him a few times as soon as he said it, Iron Water said bitterly: "How could a dwarf give birth to a traitor like you!"

"I didn't do anything against the dwarves!" Steel Ring said angrily, still speaking in Chinese, "I just want to watch the smelting of Moon City and still pose, I just look down on you stinky airs!"

It's not easy to hold back a laugh, Cecil thought as he buried his face in the papers.

Molten Iron seemed to be furious, with blue veins on his forehead and neck, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Cecil thought that it was unnecessary to have an antagonism with the dwarves over such a trivial matter, so he raised his head and said, "Ah, do you want to see the smelting? This is a state secret, but we have recently designed a new hydraulic stamping Machine, are you interested in observing and guiding me?"

These words finally eased the atmosphere, and Cecil made up his mind that if Iron Molten rejected him, he would push the boat to see off the guests, but unexpectedly, Iron Molten was also a real person, so he immediately said: "Then I will trouble you, Your Majesty the King of Central. "

Cecil grinned, and motioned helplessly for the steel ring to take the compatriots to the research center, where the legendary hydraulic punching machine was still being manufactured.

This thing was originally created by Cecil thinking about what water power can do. Just when the God of Metallurgy came to ask when electricity could be produced, he replied casually, "The current power is only water power", so the God of Metallurgy came The sentence "Then make a hydraulic forging machine", this matter is settled in this way.

It is very simple to set up a project, but actually doing it will kill people.

When the god of smelting knew that he had to build a city to make a hydraulic forging machine, he was stunned. After thinking about it, he decided to guide the design institute to make the forging machine first. Can you make a second one by hand? When he learned that the "water power" that Cecil said was a water wheel, he was confused. The "hydraulic forging machine" he said was not what he meant, but he said it If you go out, do it first.

"Isn't it possible to make a hydraulic stamping machine during the European Renaissance?" Cecil searched for knowledge in the game for a while, and asked, "Is it that complicated?"

"Well, it's actually different. At that time in Europe, the quality of iron was good, and iron ore could be used casually. The blast furnace and refining method have not been researched, and even carbon steel can't be called, so large-scale plate armor can't be done well. , and finally invented a thing like a rice scooping hammer to make plate armor. China is different. There are many impurities in iron ore. We have developed blast furnaces and hundred steel smelting very early, and we can make plate armor without hydraulic stamping machines. Moreover, China's terrain is changeable, there are many cities, and cavalry is elite soldiers but not the mainstream, so plate armor becomes redundant. For infantry, chain armor and scale armor are more suitable. Of course, the protection is definitely not as good as plate armor." The God of Smelting explained eloquently, blinked his eyes after speaking, and said, "Now you know why I am a Chinese god?"

Cecil quickly flattered him, and he didn't bring a repeat sample in 10 minutes. The God of Forging was relieved after hearing this, and immediately led a group of people to start researching this hydraulic forging machine. Helping people know nothing about basic measurements, formulas, etc., only to find out that they have been cheated - this is not a fucking machine, it is here to teach disciples and grandchildren!

When other gods followed the God of Saturn to roam the world, the God of Smelting explained to a group of mortals in the research center what is called a cut-off valve, what is called a die and a punch, and it was even more broken than helping children with their homework. The whole god is visible to the naked eye The ground was haggard, so when he saw a group of dwarves coming in, his expression was very excited.

"Don't bring it! Don't bring it again! Who are these people, they don't know anything! They are worse than elementary school students!" The God of Alchemy said angrily, "Only those two girls are fine, their brains are quite flexible, but Still stupid, don't know anything!"

Helen was not angry either, and said flatly, "No, you can teach me. Look, I can already solve the quadratic equation."

Cindy blushed, and carefully handed in her test paper. Her Chinese is not very good, and learning is naturally more difficult. If it weren't for Helen's extracurricular tutoring, she would not be able to keep up with the progress. She has enough practical experience. The properties and changes of metals are clear.

The dwarves could naturally see the identity of the god of smelting. There was a halo around the outline of the god in the eyes of mortals, just like the NPC clicked by the mouse in the game. After a few seconds, they all knelt down and saluted.

The dwarves did not develop a god of forging. This actually made them puzzled and worried about it. At the same time, it also urged them to strive for excellence in forging and never give up.

"Kneel down and don't teach!" The God of Alchemy said angrily, "I was cheated by that grandson!"

"Who lied to you?!" Shui Tie immediately said, "I'll help you kill him!"

The God of Forging was not too confused to distinguish between jokes and truth. He glanced at the dwarves and asked, "Who are you?"

"We are here to participate...to learn the smelting technology of Moon City." Whoever said that dwarves have low EQ, they are very proficient in the ability to manipulate molten iron. "Your gift is unique, and we don't want to miss this opportunity!"

"Oh?" The God of Smelting said doubtfully, "What kind of steelmaking method do you use now?"

"Coal-fired blast furnace, coupled with magic, can reach a high temperature of [-] degrees in five seconds, and can control oxygen and carbon." The molten iron proudly said, "If it is magic steel, the thinnest can reach half a millimeter, or ten centimeters thick Not broken! It's okay..."

"I'm asking about non-magic." The God of smelting said impatiently, "Isn't it over to make steel directly from magic? What else is there to refine?"

The words behind the molten iron were choked back, and he said with some embarrassment: "I...we can make steel under non-magic conditions."

The God of Smelting waited for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Is it gone?"

A group of dwarves all bowed their heads.

The god of smelting sighed, and waved his hand in the air to show a structural diagram of a hydraulic stamping and forging machine. The faint blue lines constructed complex parts, like a work of art. He said: "Look at it, look at you! How much can you understand?"

The dwarves raised their heads, and their eyes lit up when they saw the hydraulic forging machine. After looking around the structure diagram for a long time, they really came up with some dry goods.

"Is this shut-off valve used to close the flame passage?"

"The two parts of this convex and concave are molds, right?"

"Hydraulic stamping looks good, but it's troublesome to build only by the water..."

"No, this hydraulic stamping has nothing to do with water power." The God of Smelting heard it comfortably, and gave some pointers casually, "This requires a power source. It was not easy to realize before electricity was invented. Changing it to water power would be troublesome." gone."

"What about using magic as power?" a dwarf asked.

The god of smelting was stunned for a moment, and said, "Can magic be used as a pure power?"

"If it's fire power, then it's the same with magic fire." A dwarf enthusiastically said, "And it can also control the temperature."

"No, I've seen your magic fire. It's not enough. It needs a lot of continuous power. For example, it takes a thousand big fireballs to burn continuously for [-] hours without a break for one second. How many mages spend on this? Machines are originally used to save manpower, you are putting the cart before the horse." The God of Smelting shook his head and said.

A dwarf suddenly said: "It would be great if there is a dragon heart."

"What?" the God of Forging asked.

"The dragon's heart will emit heat all the time." Tie Shui said, "The dragon clan will never allow foreigners to use the dragon's body. All the parts of the dragon have special uses, but you see, no one dares to use it."

After all, the god of smelting is a god. After thinking about it, he told Cecil about it. I used this matter to ask the Dragon Clan. Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Homer's voice came from outside the window: "There is no dragon heart, but there are still things to replace the dragon heart."