(Add more for the "Huo Zhen is very good" brother [17/20])

Spyck Flywheel's past is a mystery, and even Lady Shani, the only "intelligence guru" Murphy knows, doesn't quite know the details of this halfling engineer who roams the Dark Mountains alone.

His past in Port Chardo seemed to be erased, but it was certain that the halfling with the scar on his face was a businessman.

At least he behaved like a businessman.

After hearing Murphy ask for all his Calculation Orb storage in one go, Spho Flywheel's face, which always felt like a layer of coldness, suddenly showed a bright smile that a halfling should have.

The little man cheered and threw aside the coil gun that could paralyze the vampire in his hand, took out a dusty notebook from the large drawer behind him, flipped it open, and glanced at Murphy, who was rubbing his neck to regain consciousness.

He said:

"I now have 36,700 standard cracked arithmetic orbs in my hand."

"So much?"

Murphy was taken aback, and he asked rhetorically:

"You make guns and cannons for business, I can understand, this kind of thing that is rarely used by other races except halflings is really incomprehensible to make tens of thousands at a time."

"Incomprehensible? Wrong! Miss by a mile! It's an investment! Do you understand? Savvy businessmen know that investing now is a stupid choice, betting on the future to make big money! ”

Perhaps it was the terrible thing of being cuckolded by his brother after years of solitude that caused the old flywheel to be obviously a little neurotic, and these nervous guys often have their own unique logic when looking at the world.

Hearing Murphy's inquiry, this complicated guy who was extremely smart and very good at turning his face and not recognizing people suddenly blew his beard and glared:

"What do you think I sold those three thousand orbs to Marshal Loren for at a low price? His Pioneer Corps is indispensable for the Orb of Arithmetic if they want to complete the military technology upgrade, but my fellow fools have banned the export of that thing, and I am the only one on the entire continent who can make it!

Originally, Marshal Loren would definitely buy my orb on a large scale after trying it out, so that I could make a lot of money, and smuggle some advanced tools to further increase the production capacity of my factory.

What a plan!

I happily hoarded a batch of arithmetic orbs to make a fortune, but I couldn't wait for the messenger, and I didn't wait for the right to come, and I bought a piece of information in the Thieves' Guild to find out that it was all because you, a damn vampire, snatched that batch of goods, which directly led to the subsequent cooperation blowing.

I'm smashing these orbs!

But since you want it, then I can also sell it to you at a price several times higher, just to vent your anger or something, don't you want to do business with me? Doesn't it take to show sincerity to do business? I ask you to eat this orb for twice the price, shouldn't it?

It's up to you and I to have a 'friendship' that we don't have yet, but we're about to have! ”

"Thirty-six thousand Calculation Orbs, all cracked versions, right? Good, I want it. ”

Murphy didn't even cut the price, and agreed to come down.

This kind of arrogance made the halfling stare at him suspiciously, and before he could ask, Murphy took the initiative to say:

"But the built-in features of your Compute Orbs are so bad, I need you to help me adjust their 'factory settings', since you sell such high-end goods, there must be supporting services, right?

I need you to design an information storage and interaction system based on the Orb of Computing for my territory!

It is necessary to have a complete permission tree and a built-in real-time real-time response and reply program that is more conducive to the office, and to add a secure data lock to the system, at least it cannot be cracked by other halflings casually.

I also have a bigger idea, I want to set up a 'local area network' inside Transnesia.

It has to have the basic features to securely store large amounts of information and support access to permissions, and I'm going to push my Transencia to the level of 'paperless office', with household registration information, official document deposits, and even banking and services in my territory connected to this system!

Although it is not possible to guarantee that every resident will have a jewel at this stage, I envision that it should cover at least the level of the street office and the building chief.

I'm going to make sure that if anything goes wrong anywhere in my territory, the administration can respond within half an hour.

Oh, by the way, I'm going to make a separate secrecy system for the Vulture Clan, I'm fed up with the fact that Xia Ni takes some confidential information with us every time we come to the Vulture Corridor.

I'm going to store that information in an invisible network of data, so that the medieval vampire lady who has a good skin but refuses to make progress will not want to dig any secrets from me!

My army really needs a military tech upgrade, too!

But instead of the Plantagenet Kingdom's rudimentary level of using only Orbs for artillery calculations, I want to realize instant communication in the command system!

I also need you to improve this orb again, the conditions for its use are still too harsh, I need it to be used by those who don't have any psionic talents! ”

Murphy spoke his thoughts, and then stared at Spyk Flywheel in front of him with wide eyes.

The wild warlords of the Hungry Mountains, the ruthless men who have been in the Dark Mountains for more than forty years, the crazy engineers, and the Spyk Flywheel, a genius who can hack the most advanced technology of the halflings at will, are all stupid.

He looked at Murphy in front of him as if he were looking at a monster, and after nearly a minute of silence, he slammed the notebook in his hand to the ground, picked up the coil gun again, pointed it at Murphy, and scolded:

"You bastard! Definitely sent by those bastards from the Chardo Artisan University to entertain poor old flywheels! Listen to your mouthful of technical terms, you say! Where did you hear this thing?

Minks Steam Valve, that idiot's wildest fantasy about the future prospects of the Orb of Calculations, can't go as far as yours exaggerate!

There is also an invisible data network that envelops the territory!

Bah!

Do you know how many Orbs of Computing are needed to do that in parallel as a data core? Smash all the orbs I have in my hand and can't even make a splash in front of this kind of plan.

The hashrate of the general-purpose orb is too low now, unless it is all replaced with the kind of core orb in your hand, it is still a little possible.

But that kind of thing, there are less than ten in the entire Genoa Peninsula now!

You lunatic!

If you're a halfling, you'll be the craziest professor of steam engineering at Chardo Craftsman's University!

But I also have to admit that your fantasy may really be the most suitable application scenario for the future of the Computing Orb. An invisible network covering the world, using the power of science and technology to build a 'new world' that only smart people are qualified to set foot in!

That's great!

You're sure to have a common topic with my mentor, but it's a pity that the old man refuses to make a secret puppet transformation of himself, so he's been dead for a long time. ”

Nick Flywheel was a little disappointed, he put the coil gun back in the holster on his waist, glanced at Murphy, and said:

"I can't do the kind of thing you imagine, but I can help you customize the built-in functions of this batch of computing orbs, and barely realize a large-scale information interaction system based on the permission tree, as the kind of office system you want.

But this one costs an extra buck. ”

"No problem, as long as it's easy to use, money is not a problem."

Murphy was very disappointed when he heard Flywheel's answer, but when he thought about it, maybe he was indeed a little too demanding.

"Give me your core orb."

Sulfur put a special engineering glasses on his head, popped out the triple magnifying microscope with a bang, and reached out to Murphy again, saying:

"I want to see what kind of instructions you set in the orb, I failed to restart it remotely just now, did you add some safety lock or something to it?"

"Me? I'm an engineering idiot, and it was already like this when I got it. ”

Murphy pretended to be stupid and handed over his orb, and the flywheel glanced at him suspiciously again, but he didn't say anything, and there was no special action when he took the core orb, and the data gem embedded in the panel was easily separated.

Like the best gem grader, he observes the psionic factor inside the orb, a "code" that only the most astute office engineer can understand.

He said:

"The psionic factor is completely disrupted, this thing should have been scrapped, but it's running in a way that I can't understand at all.

I can probably parse a few of these features, such as a wide range of subordinate orb monitoring, editing and copying of specific text information, and a database based on the principle of psionic resonance.

Compute efficiency increased by at least three times!

I'm sure it's not something you can do now, maybe Minks gave it a 'makeover' when Marshal Loren's spies stole it, and if it were him, it would have been possible to do it. ”

Murphy listened to the guy talk to himself.

He tried to understand, but died laughing, vampires who don't learn and don't even understand those terms, no wonder people don't guard against it at all, Flywheel knows that Murphy doesn't understand these at all. Ah, it's a pain and an embarrassment from every angle.

If a person can't understand what the other person is saying at all, then he can't tell what the other person is saying or wrong, isn't this the most clever way to keep secrets?

It's a waste of learning, and I didn't come in vain today.

"I need to rub out the arrangement of the psionic factors in this orb, it's very novel, and it's a subject worth studying."

After a few minutes, the old flywheel looked up, rubbed his eyes, and said to Murphy with a frown:

"For the sake of you bringing this thing, this deal can give you a 20% discount."

"Well, that's a good feeling!"

Murphy nodded in satisfaction.

He wasn't worried that the so-called "psionic factor sorting" in the core orb that had been tampered with by the administrator system would reveal his identity, after all, this thing changed hands, and as long as he didn't admit it, there was no evidence that Spyk Flywheel was his hand.

When he saw the old flywheel skillfully dismantling this thing, which is known as "the most advanced technology of the halfling", Murphy suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he said:

"Since you can make general-purpose computing orbs in batches, can you make this kind of core orb?"

"You can't do it, you don't have that condition, you know?"

The old flywheel replied crisply:

"I didn't make even the general-purpose orb myself, I just took the blueprint from my 'partner' in Port Chardo, and then wrote my own internal program and applied it to activation.

You have also seen that in the environment of Hungry Mountain, there is a lot of 'basic industry' here, and I don't have advanced laboratories to complete scientific and technological breakthroughs in cutting-edge fields.

That's not my area of expertise, either.

But what do you want to do with this? ”

The halfling warlord, who was a little deviant and a little neurotic and suspicious, narrowed his eyes, stared at Murphy, and said:

"You want more Core Orbs? Aren't you afraid of messing with the Council of the Steamlords?

I'll tell you, those old guys who smuggle a little universal orb can still keep their eyes closed, after all, this thing has been popularized in the port of Chardo, and there are even special suppliers in the gray area of the Gorse Kingdom, such as the size of the Plantagenet Kingdom, and there are even special suppliers in the gray area to provide them with this kind of thing.

But the Core Orb is a different concept. ”

"I mainly think this thing is very easy to use, I want to have one for each of the important people under my command, its function is much stronger than the general-purpose orb, and the computing power is more than ten times."

Murphy Says:

"Commanders always have to take on more responsibilities, and in the absence of my core, delegating authority to them will always keep the whole system from collapsing in a short period of time.

Decentralization

Do you understand the word? ”

"Nonsense, do you think I'm a trolls who only eat meat? Of course I understand! ”

Spho Flywheel snorted, reached out and touched his peculiar curly curly goatee, and after a few seconds of thought, said:

"I really can't get any more Core Orbs, which are cutting-edge technology in Port Chardo, but I know that Minks idiot has done a lot of experiments to make Core Orbs, and the semi-finished products in those experiments need to be destroyed according to the process.

But I can walk around and help you get those 'half-finished' products.

Functionally, it is certainly not as good as the genuine fourth-generation core orb, barely three and a half generations, but it is certainly much stronger than the general-purpose computing orb.

I can also help you rewrite an additional set of psionic factor sorts to make them as close as possible to the function of your orb.

But the price

I see that you are also a sincere person, and we had a good conversation, and I rarely met a vampire who knows something about the future of engineering, and this order will not make money, so I should make a friend.

Each three-and-a-half-generation orb charges you 100,000 gold coins, isn't it expensive?

How much do you want? ”

"Of course, the more the merrier, money is not an issue!"

Murphy patted his chest and said.

In the eyes of Spho Flywheel, his bold posture at this time was like that of a prince wearing a turban and a robe, which was called a golden light!

It's hard to find such a superb fat sheep now!

So Spyk Flywheel rolled his eyes, stood in his chair more enthusiastically, and said:

"I know what you're doing in Transasia, and I can probably guess what you're doing with me, I can sell you those weapons that I currently have in stock in my factory for a friendly price! I mean, sell it all to you.

Armor, cold weapons, and some of the halfling guns of my own design are definitely better than the outdated muskets of the dwarves, as well as explosives and explosives, which I have a lot of here.

It was originally intended for self-preservation in the war, but if you are interested, we can also talk.

Even my army of trolls and bear goblins, you know, it's hard for me to raise them right now, these guys are on the verge of becoming my negative equity. ”

"It's all about it, it's all about it!"

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"Your inventory, your mercenaries, even your raw materials and a few production lines in that factory, I want them! I know you must have a complete set of firearms production lines, and I want those too, and the price is easy to say. ”

As he said this, Sulfur's expression became more and more subtle.

The information he learned from the Thieves' Guild revealed that Murphy was the governor of Transencia and a core member of the Vulture Clan, and was suspected of maintaining an impure relationship with the Archduke of the Vulture, which meant that the young vampire in front of him had a lot of resources at his disposal.

But Transencia is a poor place, and even a real governor can't spend so much money, and Murphy's performance is no longer described as a "local tyrant".

Spyke Flywheel even felt like Murphy was here to smash the field.

He felt a little uneasy, so after a few seconds, he asked tentatively:

"So, your Excellency the Governor, you see, our great business has been negotiated, and you have not yet told me what you are going to pay with? Gold? Or pay off the taxes of your land? ”

"Ah, the taxes of my realm will be used to repay the loan that Her Majesty the Wolf Maiden has given us to Transnesia."

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"As for the gold of the Blood Vulture Clan, I have already used it to purchase all kinds of tools in the halfling factory in the Genoa Peninsula, I don't have much money on hand, in fact, I am about to become a poor egg.

I'm not going to pay for this deal!

And I'm sure you'll be happy to sign our agreement and sell me your industry and production lines at a very good price."

"Bad luck, I met a crazy vampire, what a fucking bad luck today! Jasmine! Drop-off! ”

When Spho Flywheel heard this, his face immediately turned cold.

He yelled and asked his puppet bodyguard to ask the daydreaming vampire to roll around, which was a waste of his time.

But the moment the strange puppet bodyguard walked into the lab, Murphy coughed, stood up, and took something out of his psionic bag and threw it to Sphok Flywheel.

He said:

"I pay with this! Engineering gurus like you surely know what it is, right? ”

“？”

Spho took the small black bag and vigilantly used a pair of tweezers to pull out the contents, and when he saw the strange crystal cluster of stones, Sorco's scarred eyes suddenly widened.

"Burning Gold Rough?"

He looked up at Murphy, who gave a flawless smirk and said:

"Trancia has just discovered a gold mine, and I can give it to the Hoffmanns to mine, or I can use it to give Trancia what she needs most.

Want to make a fortune?

I mean, Your Excellency Flywheel, I just said that I'm here today to talk to you about a real 'big business'! ”

(End of chapter)