A strange world

Chapter 1212 Chapter 134. Please the Machine Soul

Annan graciously returned the spinning machine to Aip.

After all, it is just a spinning machine that can spin its own yarn, and communication requires translation. It doesn't cost much to convert the spinning machine to a magic drive.

Luo Xi, who followed Annan out of the mansion, was in despair.

"What's wrong with you?" Annan asked him.

"There is no machine soul...Should we clarify this with the soldiers?"

"Why do you need to clarify?" Annan asked.

"Because it's not a machine soul..."

"Who said it's not a machine soul?" Annan corrected Losi's mistake: "It looks like a machine soul, does things like a machine soul, and moves like a machine soul, then it is a machine soul!"

The soul of the machine, as the name suggests, is the soul of an inorganic body. What does the soul of the spinning machine not match?

As for being a human being, it doesn't matter. It would be better if he had the soul of a warrior. Maybe it could cure the evil habit of treating a gun as his wife.

"You're right!" Losey cheered up again.

Annan followed Losi to the camp. As soon as he arrived at the open space, he saw a large group of resting soldiers sitting everywhere holding magic guns.

"I see you, just like a seagull sees the ocean..." Some soldiers expressed their affection to the magic musket.

"I drank some soup for breakfast and then went on duty. There was a fight between two drunk men in the tavern. They vomited at each other while fighting, which made me vomit too..." Some soldiers were talking.

"Great God of Magical Guns, please bless me..." Some were praying devoutly.

Some soldiers were wiping their muskets, but they wiped them with saliva and their sleeves. Some soldiers were cheering for their magic guns.

Annan was shocked, had he walked into some evil missionary field? ?

Losi explained shyly: "Everyone is very excited about the machine soul. They all want to have a machine soul themselves..."

"Tell them that you have to respect and care about the gun in your hand, and you will get equal treatment." Annan didn't think this was bad, but he just needed someone to guide them correctly.

"good."

Losey walked to the open space, asked all the soldiers to take off their rest, lined up, coughed slightly and said: "The gun is our weapon, a weapon that fights alongside us. Taking care of it is a matter of course!"

His words suddenly changed: "It's a good thing that you respect weapons, but if I see anyone leaving saliva on the gun again, I'll make him wash the floor with his tongue!"

"Disband!"

Losi returned to Annan, and Annan proposed to go check out the Hellfire and Musketeers next door.

The Hellfire Troopers fared much better. They inherited Fermi's restraint - the specific method was to hide in the dormitory to please the machine spirit alone, which was at least better than Konoe's blasphemous scene.

Because the Musketeers had to be deployed to guard the commercial street, not many of them stayed in the camp.

Annan thought that the chaos of "machine soul superstition" would disappear as no machine souls were born, but he made a mistake.

Late at night, Annan finished his meditation and looked at the time. He still had time to sleep under the tree in another world before dawn.

As a result, as soon as he reached the first floor, he was caught by Losi who was guarding him.

He said excitedly that the Guards Corps gave birth to Liberty City's first magic gun machine soul!

Annan suddenly lost his sleep, and followed Losi to the suburban camp in confusion and anticipation.

How is that possible?

Although there is an example of "Machine Soul", it is just a coincidence. In the end, it is still made up to deceive people... How can such a thing really exist?

Could it be that some weirdly killed soul is attached to it?

When passing by the prison, Annan deliberately brought Slug with him and summoned the soldiers who said that his magic musket gave birth to machine spirits.

"Lord Annan, Lord Legion Commander!"

The young soldier held his chest high and raised his head, full of vigor, and did not look like someone who liked to lie.     “What’s your name?”

"Pierre, my lord!" the young soldier shouted.

Annan looked at the gun in his arms: "Is this the gun that gave birth to the machine soul?"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Boss Annan, there is no sound!" said Slug, who was placed on Annan's shoulder.

Annan was doubtful, but it was difficult to doubt his own soldiers, so Losi asked for him: "How can you prove it?"

"I can feel its emotions!"

Annan pondered: "Your machine soul... what can it do?"

"It can cooperate with me in fighting and target the enemy for me!"

"How to cooperate?"

Pierre raised his head, the sky was getting brighter, and seagulls were hovering over the seaside. He raised his gun, aimed at one of them, and then said loudly: "The machine spirit is helping me aim!"

Annan was silent for a moment, then turned to Losey and said, "It's my fault for ignoring the mental health issues of the soldiers. I recommend regular psychological evaluations for the soldiers every month."

"Take another look..."

Losey comforted him and asked Pierre to perform some more talents.

At this time, the soldiers in the camp had already gotten up one after another, washed up, put on their plate armor, and gathered around, staring enviously at Pierre and the gun in his hand.

Annan's attitude was very firm. His original intention of fabricating machine souls was to make people consciously take care of their tools, but if it affects their combat effectiveness, it is better to ban them...

After arriving at the shooting range, Losey asked the onlookers to stand at the target and asked Pierre to shoot.

The target distance is 50 meters. It is not easy to hit the target that is only the size of a fingertip, but some sharpshooters can still do it.

Pierre stood still and began to load ammunition with his eyes closed. Annan did not react, because many skilled soldiers could do it... until Annan saw Pierre cover his eyes, rub the musket three times, hold the gun and aim for a moment, and pull the trigger -

Bang--

The sound of the musket echoed in the air with the crowing of roosters, and thick smoke rose. The curious soldiers ran over and shouted excitedly: "Bullseye!"

Is this reasonable...?

Seeing Pierre take off the cloth and rub the magic musket intimately, Annan couldn't help but doubt himself.

How could it be... that there really is an organic soul?

But even elves can't shoot at a target that doesn't move when they are blindfolded, right?

Annan, who couldn't figure it out, could only blame it on the fact that this is a magical world, and everything is possible.

As the first soldier with a machine soul who was better than Hellfire, Losey immediately rewarded Pierre: promoted to centurion.

After a few days of fermentation, the theory of machine souls spread to all walks of life along with the spinning mill and the three legions. The mages in the Mage Tower all began to conduct research around the "machine soul".

Even Laila knew about it. When Annan teased her about why she hadn't caught any fish again and whether she should change the fishing rod, she rushed over to tear his mouth and shouted that she was not allowed to disrespect the machine soul.

Everyone believed that the machine soul really existed, except Annan, the initiator - he still couldn't understand how an inorganic body could give birth to a soul...

Now it's magic muskets, will there be magic artillery, houses, and even farm tools in the future?

But the logistics department also said that the number of weapons and tools that need to be replaced has suddenly decreased in the past few days.

So... this should be considered a good thing?