A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

258 – The Most Gorgeous Coffin for You (2)

Even if gold is pouring in like crazy in Barcelona, it is not enough to turn an entire ship into gold.

I thought it was coming out.

I wondered what would happen if I actually collected all the gold and built a ship.

However, in the process of collecting gold, melting it, and carving it to build a ship, we discovered one problem.

“Sir Robert. This is to lure St. Geo Nostrum anyway, so is there a need to spend that much gold?”

“There is none.”

Cost-effectiveness.

Even though it was a golden coffin to kill an incompetent king, it was a waste of money to cover an entire battleship-class three-story deck ship with gold.

Especially when it is made entirely of gold!

“As you know, gold has value just because it is gold, no matter how it is used.”

It was used as a gold coin in Nostrum.

In the empire, gold was stored in the form of ingots and used as a means of determining the value of the thaler.

In alchemy and magic engineering, it was also used to increase the efficiency of magic engineering to the limit by converting gold.

It was impossible to waste such important gold just to make pretty trash.

“We thought and thought. We need to build a ship, but how can we build one while saving as much gold as possible?”

I lightly tapped the golden ship, which had already been perfectly formed, not only in terms of its frame, but also in its shape.

“I decided to use the same method from 9 years ago again.”

Teoeuung.

As soon as I tapped my stomach with the back of my hand, a loud sound began to rumble inside.

“It is clear that the ship is made of gold from the outside. The deck you climb up the ladder and step on is gold, and the stairs leading down to the interior are also gold. It is clear that everything is gold.”

“At least the ‘surface’.”

“Yes. I got the idea from the empire’s counterfeit gold coins.”

I picked up a gold nugget lying next to me.

“Usually when you think of a gold ingot, you think of something full on the inside. But look at this.”

“It’s empty inside?”

“Yes. It looks like a 1kg gold bar, but it actually weighs less than 100g.”

“It’s literally a hollow Gangjeong.”

“It’s gold, though.”

Teoeuung.

Even if I tap it again with the back of my hand, only an empty sound rings out.

“It’s gold, so it’s soft, so it can be broken or crushed by hitting it with the back of a master’s hand, but you can’t leave it like that.”

However, there is one peculiarity: although the exterior is entirely covered with gold, the durability is not gold.

“I put wax on the outside.”

Wax.

In Nostrum, sealing wax used to seal letters is typically used, but in the Empire, it is used in various ways to maintain vehicles made through magical engineering.

Among them, there are transparent waxes that were developed solely for the purpose of glossing to reveal the primary color of the car body as much as possible.

Although it is not actually transparent.

“Is this clear wax available in Korea?”

“It’s from the Empire.”

“Uh, um…”

“Because it was imported from the Empire and repackaged in Gibraltar, wouldn’t it be possible to call it Gibraltar wax?”

“Oh my god. But I don’t think wax alone will work.”

“So I put some magic stones inside.”

I pointed to the inside of the spare gold plate lying next to me.

“You’re used to it, right?”

“Yes. I thought I was losing my mind because I was cutting and cutting magic stones and creating magic circles with chisels. All of the Knights of Gibraltar.”

“It’s all a good experience.”

Inside the gold plate, a magic stone slightly thicker than the gold plate was spread out, and inside it, the same magic circle was drawn one after another.

“A magic stone was filled under the gold like this. A magic stone with an engraved magic circle to activate the physical shield magic that strengthens durability.”

“Master.”

“Uh.”

“Isn’t there something that contains more than the magic stone tablet?”

“…Huh.”

At Sir Robert’s words, I lifted the sword myself.

“If you look inside-“

“Oh, no! You don’t have to cut it! You don’t have to check that much!”

Robert waved his hands in horror.

Wax. Gold. Magic stone.

And something hidden inside.

“It’s a shame. All I have to do is put it back on anyway.”

“The knights worked hard to carve, cut, and assemble this ship! Young master, calm down.”

“I’m the one who cut the most gold?”

I lightly brushed the surface of the boat with my hand.

“Who else but me can slice gold leaf this thinly?”

“That’s true, but you did it easier than anyone else, like slicing an onion with a knife.”

“I had a hard time melting and hardening gold bars to meet the specifications of this ship…”

I should say blacksmith.

“…I’m just thankful that our elves worked harder.”

I was the one who cut the gold plates to serve as wooden planks, but the elves gathered here gathered the gold, melted it, and turned it into huge ingots.

Is it an elf?

It’s an elf.

Although their actions seem similar to the dwarves that are now known to have perished, they are truly elves, a forest race in name and reality.

Shooting a bow, loving nature, loving the forest without damaging the trees.

Elves care about plants.

Ore, minerals, and land are not plants.

Although they did not harm the trees carelessly, their lives clearly had their own level of civilization.

What forms the basis is none other than stone tools.

…If you have the physical strength of an elf, it would not be strange to carry a stone spear by grinding a stone with a carved stone knife to make a spear, rather than attaching a spear blade to a wooden stick.

They are suspiciously good with a shovel and are much better with gold than a child with clay, but they are nonetheless beautiful forest fairies with pointy ears and skin like jade.

It’s just a little bit different from the beginning.

When I first visited the Elven Forest, most of them looked similar to Lord Platinum, but after several years of digging and reorganizing the underground, they all became more dignified.

It’s not my fault.

My muscles were only strengthened by consuming meat from Nostrum and Empire in earnest.

Elves love nature.

But animals are not plants.

“Sir Robert. I didn’t do anything wrong with the elves becoming like that. I just served them a few meals outside the forest.”

The elf simply recognized the taste of meat.

Based on the strength of their bodies that became stronger, the elves succeeded in building a golden ship while reorganizing the underground of Barcelona.

“Ha. Okay, master. Then, can I just drag this thing like this? And attach wheels?”

Robert pointed below the boat.

“It looks like the wheels haven’t been attached yet. Are you attaching the wheel-mounted plate separately or flipping it over?”

“There are no wheels.”

“…Yes?”

“This is a badge, not an automatic magic ship.”

“…”

“If it were just an ordinary golden ship, would Saint Geo Nostrum ride on it? Even if he thinks it’s a trap, we have to make him ride.”

I pointed below the boat.

“This is a ship. But it is not a magic automatic ship. It is a very special ship that should be called by another name.”

“No way…”

“I have to say, finally.”

The elves left the factory.

“The rest of the process is up to that person, sir.”

And outside, someone appeared in front of the factory with a ‘squeak’ sound.

“On a bike, in a dress?”

“Yes, a dress. It’s not the riding clothes that are popular in the Empire.”

A woman in a black dress, riding her own bike without her helmet, came into the factory, fiddling with her white hair.

“Finally, is it my turn?”

“Yes, Major General Bathory.”

Bathory Erzsebet.

“How did the Academy Alchemy class go?”

“There is no problem because another director of the Imperial Institute is lecturing. This is more important to me now.”

Director Bathory looked at the golden pear in the factory with eyes as if he were looking at a lover and loved her.

“Governor Gray. As for the ‘parts’ next to you, you sure aren’t planning on just cutting cast iron and putting them on, right?”

“Everything is gold, so why shouldn’t the parts on the side be gold?”

I tapped the gold disc prepared for Director Bathory.

“We have to ‘float’ this ship weighing tens of tons, so of course it has to be made entirely of gold. Maybe there’s more gold in it than in the ship? Hehe.”

“…How did that happen?”

Sir Robert pointed to the disk next to me with an uneasy expression.

“Is it my mistake to say that it looks very similar to the miniature version of the elevator that you said should be attached to the castle wall nine years ago, with a windstone attached underneath it?”

“Sir Robert.”

I put my index finger to my lips and narrowed one eye at Sir Robert.

“It’s just a coincidence.”

“…”

“Or you can think of past experiences accumulating and overlapping over several years, emerging into a new form.”

“That’s what we call ‘invention’, Sir Robert. Ho ho ho.”

Director Bathory his mouth with his hand and laughed softly.

“…It seems like something is going well, but it’s very subtle.”

“Subtle. What?”

“Isn’t Major General Bathory from the Empire? But if he did this wrong… “

“Oh my, you’re from the empire?”

Director Bathory folded his hands and smiled.

“I am a researcher?”

“…”

“Imperial or whatever, they asked me to prepare something special for His Majesty the King, so I just wanted to present something suitable. Just…”

“Just?”

“When developing new technology, there are times when accidents occur due to minor mistakes. And there are times when major accidents occur because of that.”

“What on earth are you going to do…”

“There’s nothing special. I just make the direction of the windstones point downward from the beginning. And I just make a lot of windstones, enough to float a golden ship, and attach them.”

Robert widened his eyes in surprise.

“No way.”

“Yes. This is…”

“I tell you, Major General.”

Under the gaze of Director Bathory, I wrote a letter in the air with his hand towards Sir Robert.

“The advancement of technology is finally allowing humanity to move into a new environment.”

“…Airship?”

“That’s right.”

A new shock that St. Geo Nostrum has never experienced before.

“Even if you’ve experienced everything in the world, you’ve probably never experienced a ship flying in the sky.”

Curiosity kills the cat, or rather, the king of incompetence.

“It’s a golden ship flying in the sky, there’s no way he can stand it.”

This is the guy who stole it from me because he thought the magical automatic ship running on the ground was amazing.

“If you hold back against an airship, it can be interpreted that you are doing something different.”