Chapter 558 "Beauty"

After reaching this conclusion, Roland was slightly relieved.

As a low-level combat force, the devil did not exceed the combat effectiveness of conventional thermal weapons. At a distance of 500 to 1,000 meters, machine guns and artillery were enough to crush all standing enemies, and spear attacks were obviously not suitable for trench warfare. It takes three to five seconds for the magic stone to recharge and take effect. As long as the bullet production capacity keeps up, the madman will not even have a chance to throw a short spear.

This means that at least on the frontal battlefield where the two armies meet, humans definitely have the power to fight.

"It would be great if you were born in Taquila." Agatha looked at the weapon in Roland's hand and sighed. "There are hundreds of times more ordinary people in the Fertile Plain than in Graycastle, and so are witches. If everyone had a long gun in their hands , perhaps the devils have rolled back to where they came from."

Roland smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.

After all, it was an empire dominated by witches more than 400 years ago. Assuming that there is a weapon that can enable ordinary people to surpass witches, will the high-level leaders of the Federation readily accept its existence? In any era, witches are a minority who have retreated from the Dawn Realm to the Fertile Plain. There are tens of millions of humans, but only a few thousand witches. And those ordinary people who have been oppressed for a long time will willingly set foot on the battlefield? Once the power is reversed, the disintegration of the ruling class will inevitably lead to civil strife. Even after the awakening of nationalism, the concept of fighting for the survival of mankind seems extremely empty, let alone a group of people living in slavery. ideal.

Of course, he would not say these words in public. Agatha is only a researcher of the Quest Society, so it is better not to let her get involved in political affairs.

After the injury test, Anna cut off the devil's limbs again and put it in an iron cage.

"Is this all right?" Agatha asked.

Roland shook his head, "Come here for the time being today, and we will conduct the trauma test tomorrow morning."

"what is that?"

"Test the resistance of various parts of the devil to gunshots, as well as the effects of chemical drugs, crazy pills and dream water," he pondered. .”

It's a pity that you can't keep devils for a long time, otherwise with Nana's healing ability, you only need a small number of devil samples to get more comprehensive data.

Agatha yawned, "It's up to you, but I need two witch assistants to make the sigil, and the materials have to be prepared in advance, once the devil dies, the blood won't last long, so it's best to make the sigil in it." Start dissolving God's Stone of Retaliation while still alive." She paused, "By the way, have you decided which sigil you want to make?"

"As long as there are enough magic stones, any kind can be made?"

"Of course," she nodded, "failure will not consume the stone itself, at most it will make me... no, it's nothing."

Roland raised his eyebrows, "What do you want?"

"Don't worry, it's just a slip of the tongue," Agatha curled her lips. "At most, you will lose some common materials."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to continue talking, he didn't continue to ask, "Let me study it first, and I'll tell you the answer tomorrow morning."

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Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Edith Kant stood by the window and looked at the city at night. Businessmen often say that candlelight means wealth, and the brighter the place after nightfall, the richer it will be. She thought that brightly lit scenes would only be seen in taverns or theaters in the inner city of the capital, but only here did she know what it means to stay bright all night.

This is the case on the south bank of the Chishui River.

From a distance, the shore seems to be lit up, but it is not the orange light from the bonfire, but a soft yellow light, stable and bright, as if separated by a layer of veiled sun light.

Under such light, the whole factory area will continuously produce all kinds of goods they call industrial products at night.

One of them is the steam engine.

The visit in the afternoon made Edith feel an indescribable shock, which far surpassed fighting on the battlefield or anything else... Even His Majesty's so-called abolition of the fiefdom cannot be compared with it.

When she walked into the factory and saw the corners of the rough iron ingots being ground off by the fast-spinning grinding wheel, and then holes were screwed out by the drill bit, her eyes were immediately attracted. Especially at the end, when the iron block full of oil and debris is cleaned and turned into shiny parts, there is a new sense of beauty.

In the roar of the machine, hard materials are processed into various shapes, and then combined in a unique way, they can move by themselves. What a wonderful force.

Sewage was flowing on the ground of the factory, metal debris was everywhere, as well as noise and humid air. It was not a beautiful place, but Edith stayed there all afternoon.

And she clearly remembered that the city hall officials who brought the envoys to visit looked impatient, wishing to leave this noisy place as soon as possible. It wasn't until the group of people planned to return home that the person breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, there was a sentence that was still fresh in her memory. I really don't know what's so good about this thing? Only His Majesty Roland would think that these black bumps contain beauty.

Contains beauty?

Edith felt a strong resonance in an instant.

That's right... This is beauty, the beauty brought about by the pure power, the beauty that can be kneaded and transformed by metal, especially after she understands the operating principle of the steam engine, there is another kind of beauty that relies on the natural trend.

This kind of beauty is far beyond the comparison of colorful gemstones or exquisite and luxurious clothes.

She just felt that something in her heart was faintly touched.

How did His Majesty know this knowledge? Besides, what else does he know?

Suddenly, a knock on the door outside the bedroom interrupted Edith's thoughts.

"Sister, I'm done washing," Cole poked his head in, "The water is still hot, do you want to continue washing?"

"Get the servant a new one," she ordered, "Have you figured out how to get water here?"

"I asked someone about it, and the water in the pipe seems to flow out of those erected iron towers." Cole rubbed his head and walked into the room, "As for how the water ran up from the well, they couldn't tell .By the way, there is one thing you must try in the bathroom, it looks like a special oil, but it smells very good when wet, it is amazing for body cleansing, I bet not even a milk rose bath So refreshing!"

Is this also His Majesty's deliberate arrangement? Edith couldn't help thinking to herself. The residence of the messenger group is located near the castle area. It is a four-story house. The top floor is even half higher than the castle. Not only can you enjoy the night view of Neverwinter, but even the layout and facilities of the rooms are quite ingenious. Big, but extremely comfortable to live in. According to the officials received by the city hall, this is a hotel specially prepared by His Majesty for foreign envoys, and it seems to be called the Diplomatic Building.

In her opinion, whether it was the clean water that gushed out continuously after the valve was turned, or the washing that Cole was full of praise for, it should be a deliberate display by Roland Wimbledon.