The leader of the craftsmen hurriedly picked up the small model of the gun carriage in front of him, knelt down and saluted, and then fled in despair. He didn't see a short, fat figure standing next to the Sultan, otherwise he would have crashed into the master of ceremonies at the door of the main hall in surprise.

The old Oriental man stood beside the great Sultan, and he was still a little arrogant. He took his small, fat hands behind his back and said to the Sultan slowly and leisurely: "Great Sultan, even if you send a hundred and sixty quick knives to the necks of these people, and then give them the wealth of the whole country, they may not be able to build a Tatar cannon—after all, the gap between ordinary craftsmen and great masters of the ages cannot be filled by a simple accumulation of numbers, time, and wealth. ”

The Sultan looked at the appearance models of several "Tartar cannons" on the table, and the dense clouds on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by a sparkling hatred in his eyes. The fierce black wind swept past, and with a gentle crackling sound, the wooden models turned into scattered strips and shards, scattered between the five fingers of the clenched hands, and fluttered down on the dark marble platform.

The Sultan's wrath turned into a dull roar, which burst through the empty black hall like a continuous thunderstorm in a distant valley, and countless lowly maids, courtiers, and concubines in the palace fell to their knees in awe, in awe of the supremacy of the Sultan.

A few words were repeated in their ears that were indistinct from their rage:

“…… No...... Can...... Can ......"

The anger was temporarily vented from the Sultan's body, and the Sultan rubbed his forehead and sat on the throne, and the courtiers around him hurriedly handed over the fragrant essence contained in the gold box, but the slap of the Sultan knocked him to the ground along with the incense box and the sneer.

The old man of the East bent down and picked up the gold locket that was swirling on the ground, and poured out the expensive spices refined from ambergris and cinnamon oil inside, and his seemingly bloated hands became as dexterous as a pair of gray doves flying up and down in an instant, and the soft gold leaf changed shape obediently between the thick knuckles of the bones. The squeak of metal bending, which was originally unpleasant, was now like the coquettish cry of a baby in a mother's arms.

The Sultan turned his neck and looked at the old man's delicate handiwork, and his face became slightly better.

Finally, the old man nodded with satisfaction, and a small spiral blade with three slender wings glittering with golden light rested in his fat hand. The old man's small eyes, buried in a pile of wrinkles, threw a proud smile like a naughty boy to the Sultan, and between his hands, the golden spiral blades rotated briskly, and a small ball of golden light rose rapidly, until it touched the ceiling of the hall where the gorgeous curtain was hung, and after a few ding-dong sounds, it spun and fell straight down like a suspended golden top, and a completely vertical golden line crossed the black space of the hall, and hung down to the old man's already spread out hands.

A smile finally appeared on the Sultan's face, but he shook his head: "Mr. Hoda is skillful, but I am not interested in children's toys. ”

A gloom faintly floated over the proud smile that the old man named Hoda had been hauling: "I just thought that the great Sultan loved these delicate things. ”

The rare sunshine on the Sultan's face was immediately replaced by a cloud, in which the faint flash of lightning was faintly revealed, reminiscent of the murderous aura with which he waved his sword at the enemy's battle flag when he personally led his army. He slowly rose from the Sultan's seat, and a great shadow slowly spread out on the ground. He asked coldly, "So has Mr. Hoda ever built something like a Tatar cannon with an intricate mechanism before?" ”

The old man shook his head, which was bloated by thinking about the supreme knack of the casting technique: "That is indeed the supreme soldier's dangerous weapon...... But it's not hard to make......"

His small eyes shone with a light of wisdom that even the Supreme Sultan wanted to avoid: "...... The craftsmen who focused on these things could not create such a terrible thing that could destroy everything...... It can only be said that Allah have not yet given them wisdom and skill......"

The lava that was about to explode slowly searched the Sultan's chest for its crater, letting out a low roar. The Sultan's courtiers all fell prostrate in fear, not daring to look up to his furious destruction.

The old man still clutched the small spiral blade, silently facing the anger in the Sultan's eyes.

After a long time, the taut bowstring slowly loosened, the flame was extinguished, and the Sultan sighed.

"Mr. Hoda is my honored guest...... You are also the wisest person here who is most proficient in the secret art of mechanism forging, but you are ...... Don't you believe that there really is something made by the devil in the world? ”

The old man still said slowly: "Monsters are not humanly possible, and everything in the world is nothing more than the original setting of the Supreme Allah. If it is really the devil who gave this thing to the Tatars, it is an extreme anomaly. Even though the skills of Tatar craftsmen are perfect, it is impossible for mere mortals to act against Allah's will. ”

The Sultan sighed again, and he took a small strange key from his neck and handed it to the courtier: "Open the Palace of Wonders." Then he nodded to the old man and said, "Mr. Huoda, please come with me." ”

It was a huge round hall ten times larger than the Sultan's hall, and it was made of pure black marble from the ground to the ceiling, and on the huge dome, the brilliant sunlight poured down through the nine carved crystal skylights arranged in the distance, as if there were nine pillars of light leading to the sky in a vast black space. On the smooth floor like black onyx, countless rings and radials were arranged in a staggered manner to form a huge and complex disk, among which nine intricately patterned circles corresponded to the nine pillars of light that stood up to the heavens and the earth, and a metal machine composed of wheels and tubes that shone with golden light was quietly placed in the center of the hall, and the most dazzling pillar of light landed - a black jade platform in the center of the large circle.

The old man looked at the metal machine, and his eyes were suddenly full of surprise.

He was proficient in casting technology, and he knew that even an alchemist like him, who could be described as great, could not refine such a pure and exquisite metal!

The Sultan came to the black jade platform, picked up the metal machine, and handed it to the old man, "Mr. Hoda, take a look, with your eyes, can you see what this is?" ”

The old man took the metal machine with both hands, carefully examined its structure, and his hands immediately began to tremble.

"This ...... How can it be...... It...... How is ...... made?"