Half an hour later, Yi Xiaoge walked out of the building, he was very disappointed, very disappointed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info searched each floor and didn't get any decent things, Yi Xiaoge didn't believe it and walked towards other palaces, don't take anything with him today, I'm really sorry he took so much effort to come here.

I ran through several halls in a row, but still found nothing, and it seemed as if everything had been plundered by someone. Perhaps the Yanadin had taken all the valuable items with them when they evacuated.

This is the last building of the palace, located in the far corner, and although it is inconspicuous, the scale of the building is not small. The hall of thousands of square meters was divided into countless small rooms, and Yi Xiaoge noticed that there were many workbenches in each room, as well as many miscellaneous tools, etc.

There were hundreds of rooms, and Yi Xiaoge checked it and found nothing useful. Disappointed, Yi Xiaoge entered the second floor through the central spiral staircase, which was only 200 square meters in size, but it was an open space. In the small hall on the second floor, there are many bottles and cans similar to experimental equipment, as well as crucibles and other advanced experimental equipment. On the inside of the small hall is a large copy, carved from the stump of a large tree and plastered with an enamel coating. There were many scratches on the copy, lots and lots of manuscript paper scattered on top of it, and a quill and a dry ink table. Behind the copy, there are several elaborate bookshelves, which are supposed to be empty.

"This must be the laboratory of some scientist or inventor, and it still looks very good."

Yi Xiaoge walked over and looked at the manuscript paper on the copy, which recorded some useless information, he curiously grabbed the very beautiful quill, the tip of the pen is still made of pure gold, and the white feathers are not known whether they are taken from geese or other animals, which looks very supple and beautiful.

"Well, it's good, keep it for yourself, and take the ink away by the way!"

Yi Xiaoge put the quill in his backpack, and then went to get the ink table, but to his surprise, the palm-sized ink table did not move at all.

"Is it fixed on this?" Yi Xiaoge squatted down strangely to look at it.

After watching it for a long time, Yi Xiaoge didn't find anything wrong, and secretly thought that it might be some kind of adhesive to stick to the copy, so he simply buckled it up. After a lot of effort, the ink table still insisted that Qingshan would not relax, and Yi Xiaoge simply grabbed the ink table with both hands and pulled it hard.

Who knew that Yi Xiaoge's hand slipped accidentally, and under the effect of the force of one hand, the ink table turned a few times counterclockwise, making a few crisp clicks.

Before Yi Xiaoge could be surprised, the bookshelf behind the copywriter suddenly parted to both sides, countless gears sounded, and a dark secret room appeared in front of him.

"What the hell is this?"

Yi Xiaoge took out a torch from his backpack, poured fire oil, lit it with flint, and slowly approached the secret room.

Because the secret room has not been ventilated for a long time, a rotten and dull smell forced Yi Xiaoge out.

"It stinks!"

Yi Xiaoge could only wait for the air in the secret room to circulate fully before walking in, and when he raised the torch above his head, he saw a skeleton sitting behind a table in the center of the secret room, yes, it was a skeleton again!

The skeleton seemed to be asleep on the table, with a quill in the joint of his hand, and stacks of square manuscript papers on the table in front of the skeleton. Surrounded by shelves full of countless books and materials, the skeleton was draped in a black robe, which looked extremely mysterious.

"Another skeleton?"

Yi Xiaoge walked in boldly, and just took a step into the secret room, when suddenly the bookshelf outside was quickly closed again.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't turn it off! Don't turn it off! I'm going out! ”

The walls of the secret room are all made of marble, and the door of the secret room is made of iron, Yi Xiaoge groped up and down for a while, and his face wanted to cry without tears.

"It's over!"

Yi Xiaoge turned around and walked to the table, the manuscript paper on the table was covered with dust, and he couldn't see the content on it clearly. He gently blew the dust away with his mouth, and the structural figure of a sailboat appeared in front of him.

"Boat?"

Yi Xiaoge hurriedly cleaned up all the dust on the table and sorted out all the manuscript papers, and sure enough, all these manuscript papers were full of detailed drawings of the structure and parts of this kind of ship. At the same time, he also saw drawing tools such as compasses and rulers on the table, as well as charcoal. Yi Xiaoge looked at the skeleton again, and there was still a piece of manuscript paper in his other hand.

Yi Xiaoge stretched out his hand to pull it, but he didn't expect it to be quite stable, as soon as he used his strength, the manuscript paper fell off, and as a result, the skeleton also collapsed into a pile.

"I just like to come here." Yi Xiaoge fanned the dust and looked at the manuscript paper.

Epocruz's Testament: Unfortunately, although I had expected that the young King Yanadine would be punished by the gods of nature for his frantic mining of this evil marble to build his sacred royal city, I could do nothing. All the officials believed that the mighty Yanadine needed an unusually prosperous city to justify the rise of this great civilization, and that I, as a small tech official and earl, had no say in front of many dukes and marquises.

I could only trade my efforts for Yanadin's post-disaster rebirth, and a naturalist told me that he had experienced several earthquakes that he had felt as if the Holy Mountain was containing hellfire. If the king did not stop the mining of marble, the whole of Yanadine would be destroyed. He begged me to find a way out for the poor Yanadine civilians, and all I could do was build ships, but Yanadin didn't care about the development of ships, the existing ships were small and fragile, and they had to have brand new ships to take more people with them in the event of disaster.

In this twilight of life, I try to invent a boat that can hold more people and food, that can fight the waves, and that can sail quickly. But the Holy Mountain didn't give me much time, and just as I was about to finish the design of the ship, hellfire finally descended on Yanadin. Countless people fled from Yanadine in the boat that didn't go far, and I regretted my stupidity for not living up to the naturalist's expectations, and watching my countrymen be consumed by the fire of hell.

The punishment of the gods of nature came, and I realized that I could not leave yet, and that I had to finish the design of this ship so that those who survived could see it, and build such a ship to find another paradise. I firmly believe that the people of Yanadine will not fear the fire of hell, and I endured hunger and loneliness to finally complete the design I am proud of before the end of my life. I would like to watch from the sky and the sea as Yanadin's compatriots continue to sail this ship called Hearts of Hope! -- The heartfelt words of an old shipbuilder.