The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 72 School Speech
"Jenny, is this bicycle yours?"

Running to Jenny's side in three steps at a time, Melissa opened her mouth obsessively, looking at the brand-new bicycle under the low wall full of mechanical beauty, she seemed to want to reach out and touch it, but after a long hesitation, He retracted his fingers in frustration.

She once dreamed that one day, she would be able to manufacture exquisite and practical machines, and replace them by hand without special tools. If she could not afford materials, she would use discarded parts picked up in factories to make various miniature mechanical dolls.

Even if his elder brother Klein misunderstood the mechanical frog as a mechanical tortoise, he was not discouraged from absorbing nutrients from various books related to mechanical manufacturing, and was full of expectations for the future as his living environment changed.

Until today, when she closely observes the precise chain gears on the pedals, the bearings supporting the frame in the center of the spokes, and the unique "click" sound of the balls when walking, she realizes how far away the future she is looking forward to is.

On the other side, Jenny pushed up the bicycle, and responded proudly: "It was left to me by my brother Aiwen. He said that he didn't need it for the time being. He asked me to practice my balance when riding a bicycle. I think you can too... eh?"

While explaining, Jenny suddenly found Melissa squatting beside the front wheel, frowning tightly, and asked in doubt:

"Melissa, what are you looking at?"

After careful observation, Melissa put aside her thoughts, pointed to the front wheel with a full face and said:

"The bearing here lacks lubrication and has a slight abnormal sound, and it should have been violently disassembled before."

"How do you know?" Jenny said in surprise: "I mean, on the night after the party, this bicycle was stolen once, and only one wheel was left on the scene, and the frame was recovered two days ago of."

"Look at the bolts on both sides of the bearing." Melissa pointed to the nuts that were about to be screwed and reminded: "There are also balls that will wear out the bearings if they are not lubricated for a long time. New bearings are quite expensive."

"Then what should I do?" Jenny, who has just been admitted to a technical school and is not sensitive to machinery, looks distressed and troubled, like a new car owner going to a repair shop.

Of course, Melissa is not a black-hearted boss who fools the other party into a set of oil and water 2888. She just said: "The school laboratory building has a wrench and whale oil that can be used for lubrication. We can stop by to repair it."

While speaking, the smiles climbed up the cheeks of the two of them again.

Time flew by, and at eight o'clock in the morning, the playground of Tingen City Technical School was already crowded with people. Teachers and students from several nearby schools also came here admiringly. They brought their own tables, chairs and benches to occupy their seats early.

And before the speech started, they exchanged gossip they didn't know where they heard.

"Have you heard that Alvin Stimson was so poor that he couldn't even afford food?"

"I also heard that their family was kicked out by the landlord before they couldn't pay the rent, so they could only make a living by picking rotten vegetables in the vegetable market."

"Yes, yes, yes, I have a classmate's aunt's cousin's fiancée's child, and I saw him looking for food in the trash can."

Such or even more outrageous remarks were presented. After all, in their eyes, Alvin Stimson was completely a representative of the grassroots counterattack. From a child in a poor working family, he became a hot star in Tingen overnight Great inventors, and now even opened factories, are simply a model of their midnight dreams.

As for Appleton, the inventor who co-signed twice in a row, they have long since thrown them out of the blue sky. When they occasionally mention it, they even sneer at his status as a second-generation shipowner with a little wealth.

"People are greedy. What they hate is not President Wang, but their inability to become President Wang."

"Of course, it can also be understood as a less simple yearning for a better life, which needs to be guided."

On the edge of the playground, under the escort of specially dispatched police officers from the Tingen City Police Department, Ivan in formal attire had an inexplicable smile on his face, ignoring the constant noisy discussions coming from his ears.

Step by step, he walked towards the podium that had been built overnight.

Before that, he originally wanted to leave the matter of going back to school to give a speech to Upton. Although the other party had graduated for a long time, he was still an alumnus of the technical school.

But when he returned to the resident, he attended the dinner organized by the city hall officials overnight, and when he met Upton again, he saw the tired look on the other side's face that had not rested for days, so he finally had to come over to deal with it himself.

After all, Appleton has more important things to do. Opening a factory is not something that can be done in a few words. Despite the help of the Church of Steam, they still have to recruit workers themselves, and they lack the necessary equipment.

Not to mention the stamping machine used to make the metal body of the flashlight, even the required glass sheets have to be cut manually, and the bulbs and wires need to be purchased as finished products.

At yesterday's dinner party, the group of greedy nobles used these things to put pressure on him, trying to force him to give up part of the profits.

Obviously, through various channels, they have been the first to know about the forces they have developed, and the fact that they were uprooted by the Bloody Hand Party, or they have participated in it themselves.

On the podium, Ivan stared at the eagerly awaited audience while his thoughts were mixed, and suddenly remembered the words he had said to Salier.

"Blindly giving in will only lead to the opponent's insatiable progress!"

But at the next moment, he suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed, not because of his own thinking, but because he inadvertently noticed the edge of the playground. His younger sister, Jenny, rode crookedly on a [-]-bar, and hurried over from a distance.

And under the amazed and envious gaze of the surrounding crowd, he finally couldn't maintain his balance, and fell straight into the garden with a plop.

However, after the fall, the two did not check their injuries. Instead, they lifted up their bicycles with distressed faces, looking around, just like monkeys being watched in a circus riding bicycles. Wen couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his cheek.

"It seems that a curved beam model should be produced as soon as possible. It is really not elegant for girls to ride this kind of bicycle in skirts..."

After coughing dryly, he quickly adjusted his emotions. Looking at the audience who were gradually attracted by Melissa and Jenny, Aiwen finally said briefly:

"Students and teachers, good morning everyone, I am Alvin Stimson..."

The gentle breeze blew across the crowded playground, and Aiwen's impassioned speech was heard from a distance, ranging from a candle, a match, to a steam locomotive, and the iron-clad ship recently unveiled by the Kingdom of Loen.

He repeated over and over again the convenience and superiority brought about by the development of technology, and drew a big cake using the bicycle as an example, and poured chicken soup for the teachers and students present.

It made many students of the Grammar School excited on the spot, and the teachers of Tingen Technical School were so happy that the corners of their mouths almost reached the back of their heads.

Until a discordant voice suddenly sounded, hoarsely overshadowed Ivan's speech, and roared angrily:
"Alvin Stimson, you are responsible for the murder at Tingen Technical School!"

"You know what happened, you were the only one who survived."

"Now you're famous, but have you considered the feelings of Marian, Cook, Dawn...and their families?"

"No, you don't! You only care about yourself, you cold-blooded bastard."

"Let me go, why do you arrest me?!"

The student who questioned loudly was quickly dragged away by the police officers pouring in from around the playground, but the impact brought about made the crowded playground feel like a drop of boiling water dripping from a hot oil pan, completely It boiled up.

Noisy doubts kept pouring into Ivan's mind, and gradually formed another diametrically opposite rebuttal, as if someone whispered in his ear:

"They're just jealous of your accomplishments, and you're a victim too...you're not wrong, it's them!"

Whispering brought chaos, and the rising sun hanging in the sky seemed to be stained with blood, which made the invisible resonance involuntarily unfold from Aiwen's side.

Let him see that on the "Tulip" passenger liner, Cohen, a former member of the Punisher, fell into a dream due to his negligence, and Swain, the former captain of the Punisher, disappeared because of this. Mental problems due to psychological trauma.

This reminds me of the bloody past, including but not limited to the No. [-] mine pit of the slaughterhouse in the Scrim Galaxy, where corpses are strewn all over the place.

But all of this was forcibly interrupted by a sudden slap in the pocket of his jacket.

When Ai Wen came back to his senses, the weird murmur had long since disappeared, leaving only the still noisy crowd on the playground.

"The successive dreams seem to have deepened the pollution of the fallen mother goddess..."

(End of this chapter)