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Chapter 1212. The old drunkard’s big business!
The tense atmosphere was resolved by Fulier with tough yet wise means. Under the hostile gazes of a group of fully armed Songhai people around her, Prince Philosier followed Murphy, Tracy and others back to the accommodation prepared by Fulier for them.

It was a palace that had not been destroyed in the previous Chaos invasion. The Songhai people specially renovated it to entertain the most honorable person in their eyes, who was also the master of the Songhai people.

When Murphy stepped into the palace, he immediately noticed that the shield generators around the palace, which were decorated as inconspicuous objects, were all online. He turned his head and asked:

"So during the time I was away, has the city defense matrix of Ptolemy City been restarted?"

"Thanks to you, with the cooperation of the foreign wise men and our Songhai mechanics, the matrix of the royal city was successfully activated four days ago."

Speaking of this, Her Majesty Fulier's face also blushed. She explained:

"We followed the previous plan. We did not directly adopt the standard answer left by the Creator. Instead, we made our own modifications and attempts. Although the control program written by our mechanics and foreign wise men has not yet been able to activate the city matrix to a strength of more than 70%, I think this is a perfect start.

This was the first time that the Songhai people truly relied on themselves to control the sacred relics left by the Creator.

On the day when the matrix is ​​lit up, we Songhai people can finally proudly raise our heads under the glory of the Creator and truly declare our progress and achievements to all those who pay attention to us.

I assure you, Master Murphy!

You will no longer be in such an embarrassing situation as before because of sudden attacks when you live here. It is not just Ptolemy City. Currently, the city matrix of Origin Port and Moon Holy City is also being restarted. "

Having said this, Fulier paused, leaning on her Pharaoh's scepter decorated with golden twin snakes, and whispered to Murphy:
“There is also a small city defense matrix in the city of Pirig. It is a relic that Pirig obtained when he built the city on the remains of the Creator.

There are similar things in the main cities of the thirty-three Pilgrim Families, but now there are only twenty-five Pilgrim Families left. The defense matrices of those expelled families will be given as gifts to our friendly neighbors.

My brother, Prince Khufu, will personally escort the matrix system to Transia after my coronation ceremony to thank the Transians for their help in the Songhai Empire's rebellion war, and will also go to the swamp restricted area left by the Creator to hatch the eggs left by the sunworm. "

"But the activation of the city's defense matrix requires direct use of the energy of the Creation Engine."

Murphy blinked his eyes. He saw through Fulier's plan and said:
"You mean, we can use this method to promote the supreme power of the Creation Engine?"

"Yes!"

Fulier did not hide her plan from Murphy. She said:

“This is the advice given to me by Governor Miriam after he learned about the current situation.

There is no doubt that a set of city matrix can protect the main cities of a country or force from external interference in the most dangerous situations. Its effect is much better than the various mainstream psychic defense barriers on the continent.

The kings and leaders will seriously consider whether to accept it. Once they accept the defense matrix system, there will be no reason to refuse the repair and connection of the energy network extending from the underground by the creation engine to various regions of the continent.

Based on my shallow understanding of the Creator's plan for the world blueprint, I believe that only by introducing the energy of the Creator's engine into various areas of the continent can the facilities left by the Creator to protect the world be truly used and controlled in the most perfect way.

what do you say? "

"I have no reason to object to this perfect suggestion, Your Majesty Fulier."

Murphy nodded and said:
"But if we want the kings to accept the Creator's gift, we must first let them see the power that these relics from the last era can exert in this era. My idea is to first build a similar city defense matrix in the halfling city of Shardor Port, which is across the sea from the Songhai Empire, and use it as an open area on the Old Continent to let the leaders be convinced of the goodwill of the Songhai people and the Creator with what they see and hear."

"This is a great showcase of the Creator's power, Master Murphy."

Fulier smiled, but then changed the subject and looked at General Ferosil who was sitting in front of her. She narrowed her eyes and said:
"The Elven Kingdom and the Songhai Empire are separated only by the Strait of Castile. To be honest, the Kingdom of Castile is the Songhai people's neighbor. If we can demonstrate this to the elves, who are known for their conservatism, I think even the most stubborn leaders will be able to sense the Songhai people's unreserved goodwill as order-abiding people.

And peace.
Peace between the two countries can also be achieved through this more pragmatic means than any agreement or negotiation. We are not sending a bomb that could explode at any time to the elves, we are just sending a heavy shield that can allow them to protect themselves."

"This is not for me to decide, Your Majesty Fulier."

Prince Philosier said seriously:
"I am only the messenger of His Majesty Ivirios and His Highness Sheila. The two leaders of the Elven Kingdom will attend your coronation ceremony. You can discuss the matter of assisting the defense matrix directly with them at that time.

I have come to explain to you the true cause of the tragedy that occurred between the Songhai people and the elves three hundred years ago, so as to explain that both our countries were victims of the conspiracy of the mystics.

There is no doubt that the construction of Tongtian Bridge could have been the beginning of exchanges between the two countries, but because of the dark hand hidden in history, it became the beginning of a war.

We have been at odds with each other for three hundred years in misguided hatred. It is time for the bravest and wisest leaders on both sides to step up and end this foolish confrontation."

"Very good. Out of personal curiosity, I am also interested in the truth that happened three hundred years ago."

Fulier glanced at Murphy. Under the other's encouraging gaze, the soon-to-be-crowned Pharaoh Queen pulled out a chair and sat opposite Prince Philosir. She said:

"Please tell me, sir. I am all ears."
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Transia, Scarlet Keep, headquarters of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons.

Today is another busy day.

Local stonemasons who learned from architects from other worlds, along with their apprentices, rushed back and forth in this seven-story building, submitting their own construction plans to different departments, or getting stamps from other departments to go through the process after getting approval.

Because of the favorable trend of the "Transia Development", various construction plans have been submitted to the headquarters of the Stonemasons Brotherhood almost every day in the past two months for approval.

Most of them are a series of projects led by the Transian government, including the planning of more administrative villages, drawings for diverting water from the Cadman River to build an irrigation system, the establishment of offices in different regions for the increasingly large departments, and some business construction work for various business teams active in Transiania.

For example, Mr. Huo, the most famous tycoon in Transya, has recently started to get involved in "real estate".

The "Treasure Bay Consortium" under his command has acquired several plots of land near Scarlet Castle to build more residential areas to meet the rental, office or settlement needs of the various people who continue to flock to Scarlet Castle to make a living.

Given Transcia's current business system and people's empty wallets, it is impossible to talk about commercial housing. Therefore, Mr. Huo's real estate business, at least in Transcia, is limited to the field of low-rent housing and civil servant housing allocation projects.

But Lao Huo has great ambitions.

He has even visited North Wind Castle and Bourbon City for inspection. He thinks that there might be some profit in the real estate industry in those famous cities on the continent. If that doesn't work out, he can also take the opportunity to participate in a series of planned infrastructure projects by the local government. Unfortunately, so far, Lao Huo's attempts in this regard have not made any breakthroughs.

On the one hand, it is because the medieval financial system of the Transian world does not allow outsiders to intervene in such highly profitable infrastructure projects locally. The local protectionism of this ghost era is simply like a flood and a beast.

On the other hand, Boss Huo is currently just playing around, and most of his energy is diverted by another matter.

In short, the Stonemason Brotherhood is very busy. Not only the plasterers and brick movers, but also the foreign architects like Samoylia are commanded by Old Chen. They inspect different construction sites every day or preside over the plastering work. Even the "outside experts" of the Stonemason Brotherhood are forced to join the "involution" system set up by this group of foreigners.

One of the biggest victims of this system is Ilich Um Zhanxin, who became an "old friend of the Transians" early on. As an outstanding architect of the Gaia Temple, Um was not involved in the specific construction work. As an old dwarf who had already walked two-thirds of his life, he just wanted to enjoy the second half of his life. Unfortunately, he was tempted by the Transians with flying wine, and was forced to stay in the Stonemason Brotherhood as the "honorary president" because of "technical exchange", and then he was tied here.

"Zhao! What the hell is this plan! What was wrong with you when you were drawing the design? Look at these exaggerated parameters and specifications. You are going to build a factory! Not a palace for the king!
Unqualified!
Call back and redesign. ”

In the highest office on the seventh floor of the Stonemasons Brotherhood's headquarters, old Um, wearing an architect's robe, sat at a desk and viciously threw a set of plans in front of him, scaring several human stonemasons in front of him, who quickly picked up the plans and ran out.

Seeing how panicked those guys were, Old Wum sneered.

What kind of scenes has this old dwarf not seen in his life?

Just by looking at the various exaggerated parameters on the drawings, he knew there was something wrong with these stonemasons!
This is definitely an attempt to use exaggerated designs to defraud more funds, or simply to reach a private deal with building material suppliers, intending to make a fortune from the plan to build the Under Armour Hills factory area.

"beep"

Old Um activated a strange-looking computing device fixed beside the table with a gloomy expression. After it made a beeping sound, the old dwarf took out a cigar that he hadn't finished smoking yesterday from the drawer and lit it, while speaking to the communication device:
"Please connect me to the Economic Crime Division of the Internal Affairs Department of the Shadow Intelligence Bureau. I suspect there is a case of internal corruption here."

"Okay, President Wumu, please wait a moment."

The sweet voice of the "operator" sister came from the orb, and after several transfers, the old Wum's dedicated communication line was transferred to the Shadow Intelligence Bureau. After learning the specific information, they promised to send employees to investigate immediately and thanked Lord Wum for his active reporting.

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The excellent efficiency made the old dwarf feel better, but when he saw the dozen or so construction plans on his desk, he started to have a headache again.

It’s not like Old Um hasn’t held similar positions in the human kingdom before, but even at the busiest times, he was already considered busy if he could approve three infrastructure projects a week. As a result, his daily workload now is more than what he had in the past month.

To be honest, the old dwarf felt that he was burning his life to work for the construction of Transia.

However, it turned out that the reason why the old dwarf had to approve three plans a week was not because of his work limit, but simply because the construction industry in this old continent was full of amateurs and lazy people. After the Stonemason Brotherhood adopted a more efficient approval system and work system, old Um quickly adapted to this work model that treated people like animals.

His potential is truly beyond his imagination.

As an old dwarf who had worked as an architect all his life, Um could clearly understand how exaggerated Transia's construction progress was after the Black Disaster just from the plans submitted.

The workers and leaders of this hellhole are building their hometown at a speed five or even ten times faster than other areas. Just based on work efficiency, they are enough to crush other forces on the continent.

Of course, the fact that they were able to do so well was not only due to the professional planning and governance system brought by the foreigners, but also because Transia itself had a poor foundation. Years of war had left the land devastated, and a blank sheet of paper was better for painting.

"But Transia is so small, and its development potential is always limited."

Leaning back in her office chair, Old Um puffed out smoke and thought:
“It’s a pity. The labor resources on this land have been fully exploited by the Scarlet Castle Administration. The rest can only be left to time.

No matter how ambitious Governor Murphy and Archon Miriam are, they cannot accomplish anything without sufficient manpower. However, it is said that they are preparing to introduce a large number of gnolls from the Creation Guard faction to fill the labor gap.

Tsk tsk, I wonder if the people of Transia can accept those former invaders as their colleagues
Um? "

Just when the old dwarf was about to pour himself a few glasses of wine to reward himself for his hard work today, he suddenly heard a knocking sound outside the window, which startled old Um.

I'm on the seventh floor!

This is nearly thirty meters high. What kind of ghost thing can knock on my window in this situation?
When the quick-reacting old Um turned around, he had an exquisite large-caliber revolver in his hand, but behind him, Lord Murphy's blood-eating vulture Ravno had already passed through the glass window with the advantage of his spiritual body and landed on old Um's desk.

The old dwarf noticed that there was a letter tied to the vulture's leg.

This made him raise an eyebrow.

Wow!
For Governor Murphy's beloved pet to personally deliver the letter, it was obvious that something big was going to happen. The old dwarf, who was old and wanted to watch the fun, immediately became interested. He put the wine in his hand aside, rubbed his hands, stepped forward to open the letter, and then took a look at the signature:
"From His Excellency Ilich Um Zhanxin, the designer and builder of the Tongtian Bridge, the great master of Gaia Temple construction, and the second honorary president of the Stonemason Brotherhood!"

"Hmm? Is this for me?"

The old dwarf's eyes widened, but Ravno was too lazy to answer. After delivering the letter, it turned around and accelerated through the wall, disappearing into the unique sky of Transia, leaving the old dwarf alone in the wind.

"Fuck! Damn bird! As arrogant as your vampire master!"

Old Um cursed, then opened the letter and glanced at it.

He held the wine glass in one hand somewhat nonchalantly, but when he saw the contents of the letter, he suddenly stood up as if struck by lightning, smashed the glass in his hand to the ground, and spilled the mellow wine all over the carpet.

But the dwarf didn't care at all.

He stared at the letter in front of him. Governor Murphy's elegant handwriting, written in the complicated grammar of vampires, invited him to go to Ptolemy City, the capital of the Songhai Empire, to attend the coronation ceremony of Queen Friel and discuss the plan to repair the Sky Bridge with the Queen Pharaoh and the Elf King.

Tongtian Bridge!
That’s the Tongtian Bridge!

That was the design that old Um was most proud of but also the one he regretted the most in his life as an architect. At the invitation of Bohm I, he had hoped that the bridge he designed could be the beginning of friendship between the two great countries. However, he eventually witnessed with his own eyes the two countries almost going into war.

That incident dealt a severe blow to old Um's will and pride as an architect, and he never recovered from that.

He should have achieved greater things, but was stopped here by the mutual hostility of mortals.

But now Governor Murphy gave him a chance, a chance to repair the bridge he had blown up with his own hands, a chance to accomplish the most regrettable thing in his life with his own hands.

"Boiled!"

Old Um almost went crazy at this moment.

He shouted and grabbed the bottle of wine and took a few gulps. Then he opened the closet and grabbed a few clothes at random. He took his beloved measuring cane in his hand, left a letter to Old Chen, and rushed out on the spot using the Earth Walking Technique.

After the secretary of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons discovered that Wum had "left", Professor Chen, who had received the news, rushed over immediately but only saw the letter written in the flamboyant Chinese script left by old Wum on his desk:

"Damn you, Old Chen! I curse your way of working, which treats people like animals! I won't be your beast of burden anymore, I'm going to build a bridge!
Hahahaha, Tongtian Bridge!
The place of my loves, the place of my heartbreaks, the place of my dreams, the place of my soul!
I'm here again! "

(End of this chapter)