Since the last poetry class, West didn't dare to teach us problem people anymore, and I was happy to sit in my dwarven studio, drawing all kinds of mechanical blueprints.

Well, not the design of war machinery, but the design of various large mechanical farm tools.

Don't look down on these things, if conditions permit, with the help of large machinery, a person can sow and fertilize thousands of acres of land without pressure.

In this way, the productivity on our side will be greatly increased, more food can be obtained to supply the army, and the vacated productivity can be easily transferred by us to other places for more important work.

Of course, mechanical design is very time-consuming, and it is basically impossible to design a large combine harvester or something without ever touching it.

But fortunately, before the crossing, because I was in the industrial park, basically all kinds of large machinery have been seen, and the general principle is known.

By the way, a certain invention program of a certain ccav also provided me with a lot of inspiration.

Anyway, it is impossible for the patent office to come to this world to trouble me, and there is no pressure to plagiarize!

As a result, several sets of design drawings were produced at a speed, and soon the dwarven casting base was parked with all kinds of agricultural machinery.

After various tests, it was thrown directly into the farmland to test it, and all kinds of praise received rave reviews.

It's just that some farmland is not suitable for large-scale machinery work, so that the machinery has various unadaptability. But it's not a big problem, just wait until next year. Transform the farmland a little, driven by a large magic motive, it is trivial for one person to plant thousands of acres of land.

Of course, all kinds of pesticides and fertilizers have to keep up.

But anyway, now that the weather is approaching autumn, chemical fertilizers and pesticides are not particularly anxious, and it is good to be able to build these factories in winter.

Well, after doing so much, I didn't get any benefit at all.

Don't think about gold or anything, after teasing Anne in a letter, Anne angrily shook out the double reimbursement of me. My small source of money is simply gone.

But the skill is something. Since the distribution of these agricultural machinery, it has started to grow slowly.

Because all the farm equipment has my name and portrait printed on it, as long as the farm machinery is distributed to these farmers, they will basically know me.

ALTHOUGH IN MY OPINION THIS IS SIMPLY A SHAMEFUL PLAY.

But for the sake of skill points. It's up to these bastards to snicker and spray my name and avatar all over the farm machinery.

But when I "inadvertently" told Lyara one day that this was also a way to gain the power of faith. A large combine harvester, with the image of Liara painted all over the exterior, was launched into the factory. I just want to laugh when I see it.

That guy Liara is not afraid of those bachelors masturbating at her portrait, and the white thighs are exposed!

Of course, it's not like something hasn't happened in the past few days that upset me.

That strange lunch box is actually starting to appear on my workbench again!

Ever since yesterday I saw this lunch box on my workbench again. I was so ruthless that I remodeled my workbench.

Next, it's up to us to see who didn't bother to bring me lunch.

So while I was directing the dwarves to assemble the new planter, there was a sudden screaming and sirens from my workbench.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of dwarves armed with wrenches and hammers, the idiot Vest was suspended by a large net along with the lunch box in his hand. All the food in the lunch box was also spilled, staining Vest's snow-white coat with oil.

"What are you doing here? Is it that pretty? When West looked at me pleadingly with pitiful eyes, I couldn't bear to shout to the dwarf next to me who was holding murder weapons in various senses: "There is a good show for others to come and watch!" ”

West looked at the sky speechlessly.

"By the way, bring out the torture rack I made newly, I'm going to play!" Just as the guard dwarves began to call for friends everywhere, I hastened to add a word.

Tears glistened in the corners of Vest's eyes.

Moments later, in the huge testing ground next to the Dwarven Casting Center, surrounded by thousands of onlookers, West was suspended from a strange shelf and was being interrogated by me.

Well, among the thousands of onlookers, there are guards lying on the ground with excitement, dwarves happily pressing on the guards, and elves standing on the rooftops to watch.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is Senior Sister Feilin who scolded me, no matter how much Peter pulls it, he can't hold it.

Because this shelf reminded Filmin of a very bad memory.

"So, prisoner, West, do you have anything to say?" Holding a huge syringe (5.8 mm needle), I looked at Vest as he was arranged in a "big" shape.

"May I ask Judge Qin Xin, what mistake did I make?" Unable to move, West's eyes fixed on the gleaming needle, and he asked me in a trembling voice.

"Tell me, what is your purpose in pretending to be Liara bringing me food?" The syringe filled with chili water was slowly approaching Vest, making him want to back off.

But how could the fixtures made of dozens of alloys be so easy to break free, and West's efforts became a favorite show for everyone.

"Is there something disgusting mixed in it to satisfy my perverted revenge, or is it mixed with some poison to avenge me for stepping on you?" The bangs on my forehead blocked out the harsh midday sun, making my eyes gloomy.

"I didn't add anything!" Vester, still struggling to break free, shouted.

"Alas, I don't like to cry when I don't see the coffin." I put away the syringe in my hand and looked at the onlookers at the Military Academy with a warm smile on my face.

The Military Academy is next to the Foundry Area, and when the Military Academy was built, it was also considered to let the people in the Military Academy protect the very important Dwarven Foundry Area by the way.

It's lunch time, and the guys in the military academy who haven't done anything for the time being have come to watch.

"Everyone is optimistic, now, I will show you a new way to extract confessions." I shook the red syringe in my hand as I said, "This is full of chili peppers from the elves, and everyone must know the taste of it. ”

Not long ago, a lovelorn elf girl in the military academy threw this perverted chili pepper into the cauldron of the cafeteria out of revenge against society.

At noon that day, the scene of countless human dwarves and elves running out with their necks covered and looking for water to drink was simply spectacular.

After that, the elf girl was taken away by the blackened elf queen, saying that she was bred or something.

When I saw her again, this elf girl was happily stroking her stomach while humming a little tune to cook in the cafeteria, ignoring the military academy cadets whose eyes could kill.

Well, I don't want to tell you about the various social problems caused by the lack of men in the elf race, but to say that this chili pepper is really spicy.

Because I was also recruited that day! I can't stand being able to eat chili peppers raw!

"What would happen if this pepper accidentally touched a sensitive part of the body?" I looked at everyone with a sweet smile.

Although these guys are all backing away in fear.

"It just so happens that now we have a very good experimental material here, not only can we test the most direct effect of the new torture method on extorting confessions, but the instructor of the espionage class can also test the effect of this torture method." I pushed the syringe with my hand, and some of the pepper water inside spilled on the ground, making a slightly corrosive sound.

"So, our Vest classmate, is there anything you want to say now?" I looked at West with a smile. "Your purpose? Who instructed it? ”

"I'm just bringing you lunch, I don't have anything else to think of!!"

"Then there's not much to say." As soon as I pulled the joystick, Vest was turned over and cocked his ass to the group.

"Now, if I pour the juice from this pepper directly into the chrysanthemum, what kind of effect will it have?" I blacked my face and manipulated the joystick.

The nimble metal arms on top had already begun to pick at Vest's pants.

"No, no." West, who only had a pair of white pants left, exclaimed loudly, "I like you, Miss Qin Xin!! ”

Ha?

Hearing Vest's words, I was stunned, but subconsciously poked the syringe forward, and the pepper water slowly pushed it in and began to inject.

"Proud !!"

West's screams echoed throughout the Dwarven King's city. (To be continued......)

PS: I feel like I'm starting to lose my heart.