"After coming to Denmark with the drawings left by my father, I was hired as an artillery designer, and I thought that if I could make the shells spin as well, I would be able to produce more destructive power. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSo I tried all kinds of ways, and finally found a way to pull out the threaded wire in the barrel, and after test firing, I found that not only the destructive power has been enhanced, but also the range and speed have been increased several times!"

"In the past, artillery shells could be seen with the naked eye, but the shells fired from the artillery I designed could not even see a shadow! It was this invention that brought me to people's attention, and the royal family hired me as the chief artillery designer to help strengthen the combat effectiveness of the artillery units. ”

Speaking of this, Christine picked up the empty wine glass and poured it in style, smiling: "I haven't told anyone this secret, and no one thought that the reason why the cannon I designed is powerful is because of the inconspicuous threads in it." It's also interesting to think about it, my idea turned out to be because of a maelstrom that almost died. ”

"Nature is the source of all power. After a pause, he couldn't help but sigh, his eyes full of worship of nature.

Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly. Although this guy is drunk and confused, this sentence does speak the truth.

All human wisdom originates from nature, and through the careful carving of skilled craftsmen, it becomes a great work of art, or for the benefit of mankind or creates disasters, promotes the progress of society, and finally returns to nature.

Zheng Fei lowered his head and stared at the steak on the plate, looking like he was in a daze, but he was actually thinking.

There is no doubt that Christine is indeed the son of Urban, and it is common sense to inherit Urban's talent and drawings and improve them to cast rifled guns.

But there is another problem, Zheng Fei can't figure it out no matter what.

After pondering for a moment, he reached out to block Christine, who wanted to grab the wine bottle, and smiled: "Answer me one more question and give it to you." ”

"Ask, ask!" Christine was impatient.

"How did you design those huge ships, including the Christian?"

"Paintings, most of them are painted with black charcoal, and if you make a mistake, you can erase it, if you don't have charcoal, you can only use ink, and if you draw a mistake, you can only throw it away..."Christine said without thinking.

Hearing his words, Hans looked at Santiago, who was munching on cow bones, and said seriously: "You are right, he is indeed more stupid than you. ”

Zheng Fei wiped his fingers on the bridge of his nose and stared at Christine's dizzy eyes: "I mean, how did you come up with the idea that the drawings should be drawn like that?

"Inspiration?" Christine looked up at the ceiling again, thought for a moment, and shook her head, "No." ”

His reply made Zheng Fei frown.

Strange, is this guy really a unique genius, designing ship drawings requires super imagination and creativity, the level of sailboats in this era is still at a low level, the world's pinnacle shipbuilding technology embodiment, should be the Ming Dynasty Zheng He went to the West when the giant treasure ship, but that is far from the giant ship designed by Christine.

Christine's work, three hundred years ahead of the times, is a real cross-century move, the Christian is from any point of view, very similar to the British Royal Navy battleship Victory, a heroic giant ship.

Even a genius like Leonardo da Vinci, with an earth-shattering IQ, who had been trained in the eighteenth century for ten years in the knowledge of ships, would not have been able to design it.

And this Christine, who had been doing artillery research with her father before this, can be said to have not been exposed to any knowledge of ships, and just got started?

The Hand of God......

This made Zheng Fei puzzled, if there was no reasonable explanation, he couldn't accept it, and even a normal person couldn't accept it.

However, just as he was struggling, the explanation came.

"There's nothing inspiring," Christine muttered over and over again.

Coldly, he came up with a sentence: "The drawings of the Christian are ready-made, and all the giant ships I designed are just modified according to it." ”

In an instant, Zheng Fei was shocked.

Stunned, he stood up and rushed to Christine, grabbing the other party's collar by surprise, looking extremely nervous.

"What did you just say?" he snapped.

The sudden change made Christine sober up a lot, and her brain was not so confused, but under the fright, she still couldn't help but tell the truth.

"The drawings are ready-made..."

"Where did it come from?"

"I woke up one morning eight years ago and it was on my windowsill. ”

"Who put it?"

"I don't know... I really don't know..."Looking at Zheng Fei's fierce face, Christine, who had never been coerced, shuddered, and the drunkenness and fright made him temporarily forget his identity and pour out the secret that he had hidden in his heart for many years.

But as soon as these words came out, he regretted it.

Zheng Fei stared at his eyes without moving, and only for more than ten seconds did he let go of his hand and sat back in his chair in a daze.

He could see that Christine was not lying, a drawing of the Cristian that fell from the sky, whose hand?

Man, God, or some traverser?

Thinking about the possibilities, his heart surged for a long time, and he gradually calmed down.

Unexpectedly, unlike before, he didn't expect that he would be so calm this time.

He has only one idea now: if you come to it, you will be safe, fear will not solve any problems, even if there are other traversers in this world, even if you are a chess piece in a certain chessboard, you must have a firm belief and do something great!

Legions of knights, Sparta, loyal and lovely fellows, with so many people who support them, what is there to be afraid of?

And judging from the current situation, there are no terrible traversers in this era, just a drawing left.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei pinched his eyebrows, and slowly exhaled under the puzzled gazes of everyone at the table.

"Who else knows your secret?" he asked Christine.

"No, unique, otherwise I wouldn't be worshipped as a Danish god. Christine, who was much sober, gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes: "Please look at my father's face, help me keep it a secret, and I will give you benefits." ”

"That's good. Zheng Fei cut a steak with a calm expression.

"Tell me, what good do you want. ”

"I want you, and all your blueprints, giant ships, giant cannons. ”

Zheng Fei's eyes showed unprecedented ambition, which made Christine's pores enlarge and shiver. (To be continued.) )