The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 81 Preparing for the Party
"Mr. Maynard is really generous. He even donated a full three thousand pounds to help the lazy pigs in the slums."

"What is this? In order to win over Alvin Stimson, his wife conspired with him in the guest room for more than an hour."

"Is there such a thing?"

At the end of the charity dinner, a group of nobles gathered together, pointing at the back of Councilor Maynard's departure, while telling vividly how Mrs. Maynard and Evan Stimson were seen walking into the same A guest room, and it took another full hour to show up.

Until these speculations were passed on by word of mouth, they evolved into various versions, which became more and more outrageous, and the hat on Senator Maynard's head became higher and higher.

Senator Maynard, who was sinking on the carriage, rubbed his sore nose a little irritably, and turned his gaze to his wife who was sitting beside him, but looked a little dazed.

Then he pretended to be calm and asked, "Did you meet Alvin Stimson before the fundraising started?"

"Hmm..." Mrs. Maynard, who was still wandering, made a short nasal sound.

The casual attitude almost ignited the anger of Councilor Maynard in an instant, but because of the other party's family and status, he couldn't show the dignity of being the head of the family at all.

From the day of their marriage, the woman in front of her with eyes above her head has been busy with her career, moving around in Backlund's upper circles every day, running around for her father's further progress.

During Old Maynard's lifetime, in order to win over them, the local snakes who controlled a large area of ​​land, he could still give him some good looks, but since Old Maynard's death, a large number of industrial emerging nobles came to power, and traditional nobles gradually declined.

The woman in front of her has rarely returned to Tingen since then, and as a result, there was no child between them in the middle of the year. There were rumors that he had problems.

Recalling all the past, Maynard could no longer suppress his emotions, and said in a deep voice as if a volcano was about to erupt:
"Tracey, are you listening to me?"

Hearing the sound, Tracy Maynard glanced at her husband Maynard very calmly, and then said coldly: "If you want to talk about Alvin Stimson, I can only advise you Stop as soon as possible, with your current ability, you are no match for him at all."

"Besides, you currently don't have many factories in your hands. If you cooperate with him in another way, not only will you not be harmed, but you will be able to obtain greater benefits."

"But I've had people test his tone. With his attitude, it's impossible to give up enough benefits." Senator Maynard immediately retorted with a sullen face.

"Thinking about gaining benefits without any investment?" Tracy sneered:
"You might as well buy a boat to plunder at sea, it may come faster."

"Hehe, I almost forgot. To be a pirate requires at least one investment in a ship and some corresponding weapons and equipment."

"I..." The sharp sarcasm made Maynard's cheeks flush instantly.

If the plan is successful and Evan Stimson is subdued, he can simply laugh off similar statements.

But now the Bloody Hand Party that he had cultivated secretly for a long time turned into a mess, and the behavior of suppressing Alvin Stimson on the surface was not only easily resolved by the other party, but also made many nobles feel insecure.

So, his wife Tracy Maynard's relentless sarcasm is like adding salt to his wounds, how can he not make him feel angry.

"Unfortunately, if you can think about these things clearly, things won't come to this point. Judging from the situation at the dinner today, he has already listed you as the target of attack, and collected enough handles."

Tracy sighed and sighed, and glanced at Maynard, who had a dark face next to him, knowing that the other party had not listened to her advice, and still thinking about how to get revenge, she couldn't help but raise a feeling in her heart. A touch of disappointment.

Judging from the news she got from the upper circles of Backlund, in fact, the major forces have long had a strong interest in Ivan Stimson, the young inventor, and some people even regard him as the second Russell, and is ready to contact him.

Just because the Church of Steam reacted fiercely to this, all parties did not launch substantive actions.

But the more this is the case, the more interested others are in Alvin Stimson, and the more unhappy they are with the secretive behavior of the Church of Steam.

"But his talent can't hide his bastard essence..."

Gritting her teeth in the bottom of her heart and complaining for a while, Mrs. Maynard stretched out her hand to cover her lower abdomen with a complex expression.

After searching through the memories in her mind, she still didn't find any information about entering the guest room with Alvin Stimson.

The resulting misunderstanding quickly made her mood more and more chaotic, and she began to think over and over whether she should keep the child in case of pregnancy, and how to face Maynard who became angry because of this.

What's more, he didn't know what identity he would use and how to get along with Awen Stimson when he was appointed by his father to represent the new party of the Loen Kingdom in contact with Awen Stimson.

……

On the other side, Ivan, who was also in the carriage leaving the charity dinner, who knew nothing about it, obviously had no similar concerns.

The operation of killing chickens for monkeys at the banquet made the restless nobles obviously a lot more honest, and the subsequent fundraising session was even more rewarding, with a total of more than 1000 pounds of donations.

For this money, although the funds are currently tight due to development, Aiwen does not intend to avoid taxes and fees by raising donations with his left hand and right hand like those nobles, or share it with some people for other purposes.

Instead, they are going to set up a support committee specifically for work-related injuries, or extreme poverty that can't see a doctor, which leads to the destruction of the poor class' families, and keeps their promises.

Ever since he came to this era and saw his family members who lost their labor due to injury and illness and had nowhere to go, they could only rely on Jenny and his elderly grandma to make ends meet. He understood what good medical care and work-related injury protection meant to the civilian class.

Backward science and technology, and the decadent feudal system have given birth to countless similar tragedies.

"Perhaps I should try to open a hospital and bring Astartes warrior surgeries on the agenda sooner rather than later?"

The flash of inspiration was temporarily denied by Ivan after a little thought.

Not to mention that he is not a great sage, and he can hardly reproduce the method of transforming the Primaris Space Warrior with a slightly lower death rate. He can only find opportunities to slowly ask the emperor for advice.

And with the current strength, if he really recovers and undergoes a transformation operation, he may not be able to keep this technology that is enough to make a true god tremble.

"It's hard for anyone to resist the temptation of mass-produced high-level, or even demigod-level transcendent..."

"Besides, the Fallen Mother Goddess is no longer satisfied with influencing my spirit, and has begun to bring her ideas to the physical level."

Thinking of the previous scene in the guest room, Ivan couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling. He was almost pulled out of his own potion by the out-of-control "Rose Cane", and an unknown monster was forcibly bred between Mrs. Sharon.

Taking a step back, the Primordial Witch and the Fallen Mother Goddess, even if they weren’t Slaanesh’s vest, they wouldn’t be much weaker than the Space God. As the saying goes, there’s no way your shoes won’t get wet when you walk by the river. Will be thoroughly polluted by the all-pervasive corrupt mother goddess.

If it happened again, the current body would not be able to handle it at all.

"The rose cane must be used carefully in the future. As the ancient god's umbilical cord from the dream, it must have been influenced by the fallen goddess. Otherwise, how could the fallen elf king give birth to a monster in a nightmare? fetal……"

"So, we must improve our own strength as soon as possible!"

Thinking about applying to the Church of Steam in advance, the reasons for the Sequence 8 archaeologist's potion, and the conditions that the other party might give, the running around for days and successive emergencies have already exhausted Aiwen physically and mentally.

Riding in the carriage prepared by the Mechanic Heart Squad in Tingen City, he fell on the bed after returning to the station, and slept soundly until noon the next day.

It wasn't until Upton, who still had dark circles under his eyes, woke him up that he simply packed up sleepily and came to the lounge under the stairs to prepare for dinner.

The free working meals on the long table still look rich and attractive.

The Dixie pies, charcoal-grilled steaks, and Intis-style vegetable sauce soup, which are all smashed into fine velvet and boiled with soup, are placed in sequence, which can only be seen in dreams by countless poor people. Sweet and sour blueberry cheese, soft and delicate white bread, etc.

But Aiwen always misses the taste of his hometown in the memories of being crushed by the butcher's nails.

"After this period of time is over, I can try to do it myself. After all, I am no longer the leader of the auxiliary legion with more than [-] original castings and a large number of people..."

Reminiscing about the past, Aiwen encouraged Appleton, who seemed sluggish, and invited him to participate in the follow-up radio project for the Church of Steam.

As soon as he heard that there was a new invention that could be researched, Upton, who had a tired complexion, immediately revived with blood. He even put down the tableware and found the technical information of the existing radio station, and started a discussion with Ivan enthusiastically.

"If dry batteries can be combined with radio technology, it is foreseeable that after miniaturization, we will have a magical communication tool, no matter where we go, we can contact anyone anytime and anywhere!"

With an excited heart, trembling hands, and a look of longing on his face, Upton said in a hurried tone: "This will be an epoch-making masterpiece, Ivan!"

"We will leave our name in history, write down our chapter in the textbook, and it will be remembered by countless people..."

Facing Upton's uncontrollable excitement, Aiwen rubbed his forehead with some headaches, and couldn't help complaining in his heart:
"You seem to mean a portable mobile phone, but I mean a radio, a radio!"

"It's the kind of resonator that winds a coil, and the naturally formed pyrite crystal acts as a semiconductor, which can be hand-made to receive a specific frequency. The simplest ore radio is not a more complicated mobile communication device."

"In this era, the development of electronic technology is almost zero, and wired telephones have never been popularized. It is too big a step to go directly to mobile phones, right?"

"Do you think I'm Vulkan, the Lord of Fire Dragons?"

After sinking for a while, when Ivan was about to explain the difference between the two and the current technical difficulty of the latter to Upton, the gray fog that emerged from nowhere suddenly spread wantonly.

When he looked up, he saw a mysterious figure exuding a mysterious aura sitting on top of the gray mist flowing like a waterfall. :
"Get ready to party!"

(End of this chapter)