The two sisters and brothers of the inventor made a wooden machine for the sparrow, hoping to use her divine power to obtain a kinetic energy to drive the machine.

Although the sparrow didn't know much about it, even if it flew up, it was useless, but seeing that the two of them had made such a big toy after tossing all night, they helped out.

The design of the pigeon was revised yesterday, and the most important but blank powertrain was simply made into some capillary arms. She had seen the changes sparrows had done to dead things yesterday after they brought them to life, and believed that these capillary arms would provide the power to drive the gears and work straps, and then complete the movement of the spiral with the help of bearings.

The sparrow placed his hand on a small half-meter-high machine made up of a large pile of wood, injected some vitality into it, and then the box shook in place, like a human being bound by five flowers.

"Uh......"

The siblings looked at what they had made overnight, and they had actually thought of the current situation.

Catch the sparrow, who doesn't care about this matter, the sister and brother hope that she can teach this machine that has a life, and the capillary arm drives the propeller, and in this way, don't roll on the ground, and the wood doesn't get acquainted.

Sparrow sighed, she couldn't understand what the siblings were talking about, and she didn't think she could teach a wooden box to fly into the sky.

"Doves, birds. If you want to make something that can fly, why don't you put wings on a wooden box?"

The siblings looked at each other and smiled. It was up to the younger brother to explain.

"The upward force you get from vibrating your wings is very small. Chickens also have wings, but they can't fly because it's too heavy. If the aircraft cannot be loaded. That's meaningless, the propeller rotation provides a greater lifting force, but our machine is not necessarily successful, it's just a real work, we are not sure how much kinetic energy the machine can provide after life, and the kinetic energy is not very clever to use wooden gears to transmit, in fact, we also have a pull-out transmission method here. However, we need to use a wire with good toughness, which is too demanding for us to get. If this time it's just a lack of teleportation kinetic energy. We could add a few more propellers to make a twin or quadruple propeller structure, but that would be too expensive......"

The bird said a lot, and the sparrow understood a little. That's how they don't seem to be able to succeed in this machine.

She lamented, and tried to give orders to the life she had made, telling her brother and sister about the way they planned to fly. Soon, the propeller spun up, but the speed was noticeably insufficient.

The siblings clenched their fists and made the same nervous expressions, twisting their heads towards the sparrow, "Miss Sparrow, let it work harder!"

As they did, the propeller revved a little faster. Still, there was no sign of flying.

The siblings nodded, took out their notebooks and pens, and recorded them as they observed. This was to be expected. So their expressions are calm. Then they summoned a large weigher and asked the machine to rotate on it, making sure that the lifting force caused by the propeller rotation was real and effective, which already made them very excited.

"The last real yàn......" The siblings pleaded to the sparrow, "We want to know where the limit of the strength of the creature you make is, can you keep it moving like this? ”

Sparrow understood what the two siblings meant. "You're saying let my creature move until it dies, and you're going to tire it out?"

The two siblings nodded. The sparrow didn't care about this and did so.

She creates armies to fight, and the life she gives to the dead is to be consumed. As long as it is effective, meaningful, and able to help herself, she doesn't care about the lives of these lives.

The helicopter spun around in the yard endlessly, and my sister was alone there eating her brother's breakfast and staring. The fowl was in the state of staying up all night and drawing the blueprints of the armored warrior she wanted with the sparrow.

The level of painting of the bird is sufficient for a craftsman, the lines are cleaned and straight, and the painted objects are intuitive and three-dimensional. The warriors needed by sparrows must have the three characteristics of combat effectiveness, physical strength and material conservation, so this kind of thing has actually been denied by the birds from the beginning.

The elder sister Dove smiled while watching her invention and creation, and at the same time peeked at her younger brother and sparrow sitting in the shade of the yard talking and chatting, quite gratifying.

The style of the bird to make the armored warrior fall to the ground on four legs is actually to imitate the shape of a creature like a spider, and the cake-shaped structure can be combined with a simple and cheap material such as an iron sheet instead of an expensive thing like an iron plate. Then give the creature of that shape a swingable arm that allows it to attack with a weapon, and that's fine.

During the design process, my brother heard a little about the stone snake made by the sparrow a while ago, and he thought that this multi-articulated creature was very suitable for combat and the ability of the sparrow, and it could be added to the design as limbs, but he didn't know how powerful these arms were.

After a while, the result was the simplest, cheapest, and most functionally in line with the sparrow's expectations, which looked like a large discus, and then an arm made of stone balls was placed around the discus.

"Looks like a jellyfish ......" the migratory bird that has seen the sea gives his opinion. "I'll go to an acquaintance at the stone shop and ask them to get me a few carts of spherical stones. It's cheap, but it's a little more expensive to transport. As for the body structure...... "The younger brother thought about it for a moment and decided to go to the blacksmith shop to inquire.

Sparrow looked at the blueprint, but was very sure that this thing should have good combat ability, mainly because the volume is large enough, and it is simple to manufacture and can be mass-produced. But she still wants a humanoid army, she wants armored soldiers.

Listening to the sparrow's words, the bird smiled, "Actually, it's not very difficult to get some armored people, the network of inventors and craftsmen is very strong, so it's good to wrap it up on me." But you'll have to help me make a few of these 'jellyfish' first. ”――

Mane walks early in the morning on the way to the mercenary building. He was followed by a whole truckload of gifts, which he had seized from the warehouse that he had salvaged from the head of the Chamber of Commerce yesterday. Anyway, he is responsible for the rescue work itself.

Ever since the first time the mansion with the maid was attacked, Mane has been begging his friends. That is, the leader of the mercenary legion helped him get rid of that big trouble. He went to see yesterday with the woman he had bought and the gold he had given the president, but the gifts were all gone, but the people only saw a small face.

This is thanks to the strange privilege of the Temple to grant mercenaries.

The Poison Army, the name of the Temple City mercenary corps. These people now have the same extraordinary rights as the Templars, and they can move freely within the city, with absolute autonomy. Of course. If something illegal is done, it will still be punished. And the sanctioner will be the patron saint itself.

The sudden arrival of the right without warning made the Poison Army's legion commander razor inexplicable.

Razor couldn't figure out what good people and good things he had done, and he would be given such a great privilege. If it weren't for the Patronus Himself to inform him of this, he really wouldn't have believed it.

There was the right to use arms in the city. Razor announced in minute that he would not accept guests, and at the same time announced that he would finally take effect of the Loyal Temple. He was worried that someone would want to use his military power to carry out a coup d'état in the city, and even if he didn't participate in this kind of thing, just understanding that it would be a matter of human life.

For the old friend's long mane, the razor gave a little face, did not completely ignore him, compromised, and drove away. Gifts are taken away.

Today, I heard that my old friend is here again, and he understands that his old friend really has something difficult to ask for him, so Razor doesn't continue to joke with him. Let others in.

"You weren't so angry with you yesterday, and today I brought more things. With a long mane, your personality has changed a lot. ”

Razor is older than Long Mane, and this year his son is married, and if he is lucky, he will be a grandfather in nine or ten months. However, he married early and had children early, and he was only in his early forties. The spirit and body are not bad.

Long Mane is rarely ridiculed, and he cherishes this opportunity to talk to his friends. In normal times, he does not reprimand his subordinates for threatening civilians and targets. is to be called around by big businessmen, and there is almost no opportunity to talk and joke on an equal footing.

Explaining his intentions, Razor nodded, indicating that he was clear.

"You're going to let me kill the Patronus as soon as you come?

"Of course you heard it wrong. Mane sighed, "I mean, grab that chick and ask the Chamber of Commerce President about the whereabouts of that old thing, Gold, and we'll split it evenly." ”

"How much? How much can I get?"

"I don't know. "Mane only knows about the ten chests of gold that have been taken away, and he also knows the volume of the chests, but he can't calculate the weight of the gold. "But I guess you can at least get a ton. ”

When Razor heard this, he suddenly felt that the matter of having a Patronus come over the day before yesterday and shoehorn the privilege into him was not a happy event at all.

"You should have told me yesterday this kind of good news. If I had been in this good mood last night, I wouldn't have accidentally killed that woman you sent me. ”

"Dead in bed?" "Long Mane was surprised, always thinking that this was not the character of an old friend.

"Of course not, yesterday I was a little dizzy because of some bad luck and locked the woman in the warehouse. I forgot that there was a leopard in the warehouse. ”

Razor and Mane decide to join forces to find the gold in the guild leader's private collection, divide it equally, and leave the city, not having to work again for the rest of their lives. However, Razor and Mane did not intend to be simply wealthy, they wanted to recruit a large army, participate in the battle against the enemy in their private capacity, and eventually become a nobleman.

After establishing a partnership, Razor asked a question.

"Old friend, I have fifteen hundred men here, and with these men I can get half of the gold. Now you come to tell me what you are going to use to win the other half. ”

Mane knew that Razor's words were not a threat, he knew that Razor knew himself, and he knew that he could not tell the gold without any support.

"I have a clue, a clue about the woman named Otis. The clue is from the merchants of the Chamber of Commerce, you mercenaries are not as well-informed as the merchants, right?"

"Not necessarily. Razor shook his head. "You mean the head of the chamber of commerce lost two tons of gold? I happen to know of a place where gold nuggets have been being sold out lately. ”

Longmane frowned when he heard this, "Where is it?!!How many gold nuggets are there?"

"That's why I was angry last night. "Razor spreads your hands," if your informant sues you. How would you feel that more than 20 pounds of gold nuggets are exchanged for silver coins every day in the slums?"

Mane muttered the word 'ghetto' and nodded, "Actually, the information I got about Otis is also in the slums, where she once produced the president's gold, and that gold had the president's family crest on it. ”

"That's right. Razor smiled, "It seems that the chick melted the gold bricks into gold nuggets." Does that make any sense?"

The two men looked at each other and smiled, ready to set off towards the slums.

Alfalfa confined 210 people to the slums. They are not allowed to go out, and everyone who knows is guarded by someone they can trust.

The purpose of this is simple, to prevent the secrets of the blue stork from spreading.

The amount of gold nuggets that the stork can provide per day is not clear to the alfalfa. However, he only collected once a day, and only let her bleed once, and in recent days her output has reached fifty catties, which has increased. It's just that there are more than 200 people in the know, most of whom are unwilling to endure poverty, they want material comforts, like children, they want this and that.

In order to satisfy the appetite of these people, lest they do something stupid, alfalfa can only try to provide them with the qiē they need.

Originally, Alfalfa was intended to risk transporting these gold nuggets to other cities and exchange them for silver coins. Use it for flowers. Because those in the know couldn't wait, and even threatened to tell the whistle, Alfalfa could only take the risk of finding acquaintances to exchange huàn. money in exchange. He hired a large number of prostitutes into the slums, and he bought a house and made it into a prostitution parlor for the pleasure of the male informants.

The women were more easily satisfied, and it was better to give them silver coins and let them spend them for themselves. It's just that two days have passed, and the woman is tired of the inferior goods in the slums. Grabbing the mixed dough hard bread mixed with unknown grass seeds, he asks the alfalfa to let them go to the busy street. Go like the women of the upper class and consume real luxuries.

It was certainly impossible to let them out, so Alfalfa had no choice but to invite the goods and clerks from the bustling street shop to the slums for the women to enjoy.

He now feels that life is very miserable, far less than the happiness of stealing some money, buying hundreds of catties of ale and sausages, and drinking late at night with his street friends. He knew exactly what he was missing, a sense of awe, no one was afraid of him. Everyone knows that Alfalfa is a good old man, who gives money to the poor, and is very considerate to the poor, so no one is afraid of him, and everyone who knows can threaten him, as long as he says, "As long as I tell the temple and the city lord about Miss Green Stork, I can enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth!"

It is very likely that they will do what is in the threat, and a woman who can lay golden eggs can certainly exchange for the glory and wealth of a poor ghost. These men were now only a few hundred silver coins, squandering on food, clothing, and women's bellies, and Alfalfa believed that the poorly witted fellows among them would sell themselves and all of them for a hundred times as many coins, before they were betrayed by others.

The bad thing about this is that there are too many people in the know, and they don't know each other and don't trust each other, and many of them are worried that the secret of the green stork will be poked out by others, and when the city lord snatches the green stork, they will not be able to leave anything, and they will all cheapen the first informer.

Fortunately, Alfalfa knew that these poor people were very inactive, so there was no way to make the city lord believe their words, and it was difficult to get out of the slum.

Alfalfa hired a large number of unemployed young people from the slums to guard the entire area, preventing those in the know from going out. The young people wondered why Brother Alfalfa suddenly played with physical imprisonment, and Alfalfa could only explain to them that these 200 people knew a terrible secret that could make the slums rich. In order to achieve their goals, they can only be allowed to live a life of prosperity but no freedom.

The young people have also seen the changes brought about by money in the last two days, there are a large number of beautiful but dusty women running here, yesterday the old drunkard was still holding a bag of silver coins, sleeping with all four women of the widow's family, no one knows where the money came from, and now the case is solved.

Alfalfa had just ordered a new group of young people to guard the territory, and soon rescued another group of newcomers. In the ghetto. It's really hard to find a job, and Alfalfa is a good boss in the hearts of ordinary poor households, so they all come to work for him.

"The more people on patrol, the better. Alfalfa looked helplessly at these children, who were at most fifteen years old. "Do you have any questions for me?"

The questions of young people are basically the same, such as what the 'insiders' know and whether we will become as rich as them.

For the second question, Alfalfa is now a little unconfident in answering. The gold produced by the storks every day can only sustain the luxurious life of the informants at most, but there will be some leftovers, which will only be enough to pay the wages of these young people to help patrol. He began to calculate. Shouldn't the stork be allowed to bleed several times a day?

Walk down the streets of the ghetto. The alfalfa is heading to where the storks live. Today's time for bloodletting has come again, and he doesn't know whether he should do it before or after a meal. He wasn't thinking about the stork, she was just sticking her finger into the bucket, he was worried about himself. The bugs and the blood are really disgusting.

He came here today after lunch, and he was not afraid of throwing up lunch, which was more terrible than having no appetite for lunch.

At the street corner in front of the stork's house, Alfalfa was stopped by a group of people, and a young man shouted as he opened the way: "Those who know are passing by, but the civilians are avoiding." Then a dark-skinned, dry-haired, and richly dressed old man walked past the alfalfa on a white horse, his hooves on the muddy roads of the slums. Muddy water splashed alfalfa on a trot.

As soon as the swaggering guy left, several paupers grabbed Alfalfa, "Alfalfa Kid." What are you doing, how did even that old mute become an insider! What does he know, why did he choose him? When will we have enough to eat?"

Alfalfa was helpless, "The insiders are not chosen by me, they are the ones who know about the situation themselves......"

"Then I also want to 'know' what it is. How did they suddenly become so rich!"

Alfalfa stalled his hands, "You can also eat a full meal." "The alfalfa is facing the house where the green stork lives. "It's good to join the escort team to protect the people in that house, the secrets are all there, but I can't tell you. I'll pay you when you join the convoy, and though you can't be as rich as someone in the know, you should be able to eat all-you-can-eat beer sausages. ”

"But I'm a blacksmith!" said the pauper, indignant, "not a thug!"

"Oh well. When Alfalfa heard the word blacksmith, he finally remembered that he should buy some weapons on his side. "If I want to order five hundred swords from you, can you make them?"

When the poor blacksmith heard this, he took out a branch from his pocket and put it through his ear, "What are ?!!you talking about?

"It's just about protecting the house. ”

"What the hell is in that house?!I can't stand you kid alfalfa, can't you talk faster!?"

Alfalfa was once again helpless, and confessed to the blacksmith, "There is a goddess there who can make us rich, but it will take some time. Trust me, it takes time. Speaking of the sword......"

"Pay a deposit, I want to hire a helper to buy materials. ”

"No problem. "Alfalfa took out a gold coin from his money bag, which is a large amount of money, which is rare for ordinary people to see.

The blacksmith pushed the gold coin back and shook his head exaggeratedly, "I don't know how to calculate the gold coin, you can come to my shop to find me later, and we will discuss it later!" Alfalfa hurried to collect the gold after school, and casually dealt with a few words to drive the blacksmith away, and walked towards the mansion by himself.

He noticed that the blacksmith did not move at all, but looked at the house where the stork lived with the admiration of a temple, and his lips opened and closed, as if to say, 'Goddess bless'

After the chapter

The story of this one is too procrastinated, I want to be fast, but I can't do it quickly, there are many places that need to be explained, and I don't feel that the characters' motivations are not enough. Not even the number of words to create a character is gone.

Personally, I really want to enter the Eastern Continent chapter as soon as possible, because there is a female character I particularly want to write, and a large number of women in the East Country chapter are actually used to practice for that adult.

Now that the foreshadowing of this section has ended, the selection of the main god is still about the same, and then it is the death of the king, and after a little more tossing, it will probably enter the Eastern Continent. There are too many characters and events, and it's a lot to explain a little bit, and then it's basically a straight line plot of the Tao, and there's nothing twisting and turning, because now there are other things being written, written and played, and all the twists and turns are thrown into it. (To be continued)