Malone is naturally not a master builder, but he is stronger than a master builder.

The skill description of a one-man city building is no joke, it's impossible for any master builder to do it.

Although he hadn't done it, Malone felt that he could definitely do it.

"Drawings, drawings out." The Earl of Edin was on the verge of losing his mind, and he didn't care if time was coming in time, or if a young man was clearly not a true master builder.

Now he just wants to live, like grasping at a life-saving straw, whether it works or not.

"No drawings!" One sentence drove the Count into the abyss.

"We're out to fight, and no one will bring the drawings of the altar." It was the Templar who spoke, his name was Gough.

Even Ma Long is a little desperate, without drawings, no matter how awesome the construction skills are, it is useless.

"Illya, look for Illya, she must have written down the drawings." Suddenly, a priest shouted.

"Yes, find Ilia!"

"Where's Elijah?"

"Where's Elijah?"

"I just saw reading a book in my room!"

"What are you waiting for, go find it." Even the Bishop of Nottington is in a hurry, and everyone is willing to fight in order to live.

"What's going on, there's a drawing?" The Count asked busily.

The Bishop of Nordington regained his calm expression, and the anxious expression he had just now was like an illusion.

"Well, that's right, it's an illusion." The knights and priests thought to themselves, "I can't be hated by the bishop." ”

"Yes, or no, we have a priest named Elijah who may remember the drawings." The bishop said.

The Count breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. He turned his head to Ma Long and said, "You are a servant!" If you can build the altar, I will report to the king when you go back, and you will be given a fief of your own. His eyes stared at Ma Long and said, "Tell me, what you said is true!" ”

"Yes, it's true," said Marlon, "as long as there are drawings, tools, and talents, I have no problem." ”

"Very well, what's your name, sir?" The Count asked.

Marlon saluted and said, "My name is Marlon, Lord Earl. ”

The Earl of Edin asked in a deep voice: "Then what tools and talents do you need, everyone here will cooperate with you." ”

"I need to look at the drawings first," Malone replied.

"Illya is here!"

"Elijah"

"Pastor Elijah"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way." Someone drank to break away from the crowd.

Elijah was a young priest, less than twenty years old, with a long body, delicate skin, and delicate facial features.

A slender and suitable neck, as white as a swan, a goose egg face, big eyes, and long black hair that flutters in the wind due to running.

She ran a little hastily, gasping for breath, and came to the Bishop of Nottington and saluted: "Your Excellency, you are looking for me?" The tone is soft, gentle and lively.

Before the Bishop of Nottington could speak, the Earl of Edin said, "Do you remember the blueprints for the protective altar?" ”

Elijah didn't answer, just looked at the Bishop of Nordington.

Until the Bishop of Nottington whispered, "Say it! She said, "Remember, I have it all in my head." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, then who, Marlon, quick, you two go and communicate, and the others will fully cooperate," exclaimed the Earl of Edin.

"Yes, Lord Count," Malone replied.

Unfortunately, Elijah ignored it.

The Bishop of Nordington commanded: "Listen to him, tell this Mr. Malone the drawings." Then he turned to the others and said, "She's a little scared."

"Hello! My name is Marlon, and you're Elijah. Malone approached.

Looking at this girl, Malone had to sigh. In this age when there are no cosmetics, skin care products. It's not easy to get your skin so delicate!

It's not much better than those stars who made up in the previous life!

I don't know how many women are jealous? The women in this world that Ma Long has seen are all rough-skinned, and even those aristocratic ladies are far inferior to ordinary people in their previous lives.

"Hello, I'm Illya!" She whispered, timid, really scared.

Time was pressing, and Ma Long did not delay, so he said: "Then let's start, you first tell me the approximate shape, construction process, size, etc."

Illya said timidly, "I don't know how to tell you, the altar is complicated, and I don't know where to start. Her face was reddish and ashamed! Lowered his head.

Ma Long looked at the sky speechlessly, how can it be such a character, God is really fair.

gave her a beautiful face and an excellent IQ, but she didn't have the EQ to match!

Things are really twists and turns.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the depression in his heart, Ma Long said: "Then tell me first, is the altar round or square or polygonal?" The tone was soft, for fear of scaring her.

She looked up at Ma Long with a weak heart and said timidly: "Round" for fear that Ma Long would be angry, and lowered her head again after speaking.

This is no longer afraid of life, but timidity!

"What about the size, diameter, or radius?"

"The diameter is 10 meters"

The communication between the two, others are anxious, and they can't wait to replace them one by one!

Most of the time Marlon asked, and Elijah replied, occasionally adding.

After a while, Ma Long, who knew the macro general data, didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted loudly: "Come to a few knights to help pry open the stone slabs on the ground, I need an open space with a diameter of more than ten meters." ”

"Hurry, hurry, hurry"

Don't ask, everyone helps. It's a matter of life and death.

No one is lazy, no one is messing around. No one dares to make trouble, it's really going to die!

"Then prepare axes, daggers, spears...... I'll probably have to use it in a moment," Malone continued to chant.

"Quick, knight, say you, look at what, take the axe off."

……

Everyone helped, and the stone slabs on the ground were quickly cleaned up.

From Illya, Malone learned that what was needed to protect the altar was a whole, and the stone floor was spliced together.

It's time to show off the real technology!

Marlon activated the building skill, which was not the first time he had used it, and it wouldn't be the last.

He firmly believes in it!

I saw Ma Long swinging the axe in his hand, sweeping the ground horizontally, the ground where the axe blade passed was flat and compacted, and when he stepped forward, the axe swung back in his backhand.

The same level, and the ground that has been waved twice, the height and flatness are the same, and I can't see any connection with Ben.

Marlon kept moving forward, swinging the axe in his hand, and the ground was leveled in this unscientific but magical situation.

There is no need to measure, no repeated grinding, and no multiple processing, all in place at one time.

Everyone didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere, for fear of disturbing Ma Long, who was busy, but looking at this magical scene, the hope of survival in their hearts was getting bigger and bigger!

In less than ten minutes, the ground was smooth, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the light could shine on people.

Ma Long didn't know if it was a sense of flatness, but he believed that the most sophisticated measuring tools on the mainland could not measure the error.

That's enough!

Taking a deep breath, Malone moved his hand and pressed the blade of the axe to the ground, and he wanted to draw a circle.

In the absence of measuring tools!