The attendant quickly ascended the high platform and handed the letter to the bishop, but the bishop did not rush to open the envelope, but held it in his hand.

"Your Excellency, please see the great devastation facing this country, and lend a helping hand to the poor Norman nobles. ”

"The Norman aristocracy will surely praise the true God and prove their faith with their deeds!"

The Prime Minister's entourage stood in the starry sky in the church and prayed with the most pious words, as if the bishop standing on the high platform was a god.

It doesn't matter if it's a true god or not, as long as they have the ability to help the nobles change the status quo, the retinue doesn't mind kowtowing to those who pretend to be gods.

Whether God really exists, whether witches are as evil as the church describes, some people who believe in science are skeptical and struggle with their minds.

But only those who have truly experienced despair know why the church has survived for thousands of years, and they all choose to remain silent.

"The true God has mercy on the world, and the true God helps all beings!"

"Your prayer has been heard by God, and the great God will answer it with love!"

The bishop opens his arms upward, and behind him is the idol of the god.

The gray hooded robe is loose and comfortable, with expanded sleeves that hang down, revealing two smooth arms, and the movements are solemn and elegant.

"Sincerely!"

"Sincerely......

All the believers bowed their heads in the direction of the bishop and said this blessing together, their voices low and deep, and the attendants hurriedly made the same movements, learning in a good way.

God's spokesman slowly descends a few meters of the platform, the church band plays the music on the piano and cello, and he steps barefoot on the solid wood steps, each step heavy and steady.

Back on the ground, the bishop turned from a serious smile to a kind smile and patted the prime minister's entourage on the shoulder.

"Duke Hadro will be fine, and Norman will prosper in the light of God. ”

"I sincerely thank God for his blessing, and I sincerely thank the Bishop......

"Excuse me, Lord Bishop, when are you going to go over and preside over the overall situation?"

The Prime Minister's entourage looked thankful, and he was in a relaxed mood, thinking that the Church had promised to send someone to help the Norman nobles, and asked eagerly.

"My child, don't be in a hurry, God has his own plans. ”

"Now is not the time to say, if you don't have anything else to do, sit down and read the doctrine with us, and I'm sure you'll get new revelation from it. ”

The bishop suddenly pulled his retinue to join the prayers, and the believers automatically gave way to their positions, and the retinue followed the footsteps to join the procession with a blank face, and the music began to sound again.

Following the believers to read the teachings, the attendants prayed and knelt down in a daze, and a huge cannon roar suddenly entered the church, and the attendants instantly shook their wit.

He finally remembered that he had other tasks ahead of him, and his entourage struggled to withdraw his palm.

"No, no, no, my lordship, I'm going to the next place, and I won't bother me tonight. ”

"I look forward to seeing you come forward as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation for Norman!"

He almost ran out of the Cathedral of Marseille as fast as he could, not seeing the bishops' eyes gradually losing their smiles behind him, and the indifferent faces of the believers.

"Your Excellency, let him ...... just like that"

"It's okay, it's a foregone conclusion, he can't make any waves. ”

The bishop put on his sackcloth hat and returned to the faithful, and he looked out the window at the sky, the dark clouds were blown away by the wind, and a red sun was rising, and it seemed that the time was coming.

......

The entourage hurried away from the Cathedral of Marseille, and he vaguely felt the power of faith, the feeling of being able to indulge and relax, and completely forget about the troubles.

Again in awe of the church, and of course it was even more fearful, and after his entourage bypassed several shootouts, he made his way to the next destination:

The central office of the Royal Norman Academy of Natural Sciences in Brittus.

In the middle of the night, the door to the institute's office was closed, on the side of the war zone, in a situation similar to that of the church of Marseille, which was deliberately ignored by the revolutionaries and the police, and was not affected by the fighting.

However, the reason why the institute's office was not affected is different from that of the Marseille church.

The entourage knocked on the door of the office, and the central office of the institute in Brittus was a small three-story building, with light blue and dark yellow as the main colors, surrounded by barbed iron nets, and the words "idlers are not allowed to enter" were hung at the large iron door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang!

......

Gunshots could be heard in the distance, and workers and policemen greeted each other's families, but the office building was so quiet that there was not even the slightest light, like a ghost building.

The retinue persevered, he was the second son of a baron who had been promoted by Hadro in desperation, and he followed the prime minister with all his heart, and the form did not matter to him.

"Anyone!"

"Open the door, I'm in charge of delivering a letter to Prime Minister Hadro!"

"Open the door, is anyone there!"

“......”

The iron door was cold and damp, and the hands of the attendants were stained with sewage, and he was a little red and swollen from the cold, and he leaned against the door in a dejected manner, not completing Prime Minister Hadro's order, and he didn't know what to do.

In the office building of the research institute, the young man with glasses was lying on the bed bored, and it was his turn to be on duty in the fog tonight, and he was never extremely bored on duty days.

And tonight there is an order from the top of the hierarchy that no matter what sound appears outside, it is forbidden to open the door and light the lights, and he can only conceive and draw in his mind and design an ingenious machine.

The whole building is dark and gloomy, and the young man with glasses does not wonder who is outside the door, and he must concentrate and be creative in his head.

The knock on the door came again, and the young man yawned and turned a deaf ear, muttering about the overload, the life of the gears, and what other solutions to the waste of energy in the new energy supply......

More and more models of steam machines came to the mind of the bespectacled young man, who continued to create and deny, and finally left only four alternatives.

"Bionic humanoid, insect-like, mechanical, or alien......"

"Ahh

"It's so tangled, it's so tangled, I can't think of it at all!"

"Even if the power machinery group succeeds and develops an optimized steam engine dedicated to coal core combustion, I won't be able to hand over a complete steam mecha plan in two weeks!"

"This is squeezing, Chiguoguo's brain squeezing, I'm going to quit my job and go home, and change my career to do crafts!!"

The bespectacled young man suddenly kicked his feet, swayed from side to side on the bed with his head in his hands, and his short chestnut hair was rubbed by him, making a frivolous act that was completely inconsistent with that of a scientific research worker.

After a period of entanglement, the bespectacled young man finally stopped his cheating behavior, rubbed his eyelids helplessly, and sighed with his hands behind his head.

"Ahh

"Even if the team leader is in a hurry, the steam mecha can only exist in the imagination, after all, there are too many difficulties to solve, and they can't be overcome in a short period of time. ”

"Even if energy consumption can be solved by new energy sources, the problem of mobility and weapons and equipment will be limited, and I don't want to invent a bunch of impractical scrap iron. ”

"Alas, practicality......"

“...... I hope that this revolution will be successful, so that our inventions can be promoted as soon as possible, and those practical projects can be used for people's livelihood. ”

The bespectacled young man scratched his head again, and he realized that imagination alone would not work at all, and that he would not be able to complete the plan at all.

Frustrated, he took off his rimless glasses, and he could only honestly replenish his sleep tonight and wait for tomorrow.

"Ahh

"Well-funded projects are really hard to do!"

Shouting out his sigh again, the chestnut-haired young man tilted his head and fell asleep, blocking out the noise.

......