After the Full Level of the Profession

The Norma Kingdom felt helpless and devastated.

That pesky strange ship actually fought all the fleets of the entire Norma Kingdom to escape in embarrassment. There is no one under him. How to play this game? There is only one ship of this kind in Siege now. If two, three, or even a fleet are produced, the Norma Kingdom can hardly imagine it.

Of course, it’s useless to just have such a warship to pull the wind. Siege did not have enough troops to carry out landing operations on the Norma Kingdom. It hurts hard just to add a bit of blockage to their hearts.

The above information was sent back to Robb by the intelligence department just established by the holy city Xifeng.

Along with this information, he was sent to Robb, there was a spy **** with five flowers, and the corpse of a dwarf craftsman.

Elsie and the assassin leader escorted the spy, followed by the dwarf leader, and a large group of angry dwarf craftsmen.

The leader of the assassin introduced: "God's father, we have interrogated this spy with a ceiling fan. He is from Donggran, and his purpose is to steal our steam engine production technology. He killed a dwarf craftsman and robbed the craftsman's hands. The blueprints inside were caught by our intelligence personnel on the spot when I was about to take the blueprints with them. The people were all dirty, the facts were clear, and they couldn't be helped."

Robb flattened his mouth, and first a resurrection technique was thrown on the dwarf craftsman. The poor little craftsman brushed the floor and sat up from the ground, then exclaimed, "Ah, I'm dead?"

The dwarf craftsmen nearby hurriedly rushed forward and hugged him tightly: "Brother, you really died once. Fortunately, the master craftsman can resurrect."

The dwarf craftsman touched his heart and found that there was a big hole stabbed by a dagger in the thick leather jacket, and he couldn't help but feel cold and sweaty: "It's so risky and dangerous. Fortunately, I'm in the west wind of the holy city. If I change a place, then It's really dead."

The dwarf leader stood up and said: "It was the damned spy who killed him. We will chop the spy to pieces in a moment."

The dwarves turned their attention to the spy.

Robb watched the spy carefully. It was just shortly after Christmas and the temperature was still very low. He was thrown on the snow, his hair and beard were stained with snowflakes. He looked gray and was tortured by the ceiling fan. This man killed the dwarf craftsman. He was tossed like this and he was to blame. He asked, "Listen. Say you are from Donggrand?"

The spy nodded weakly: "Yes!"

"Is it really from Donggrand?" Robb smiled: "Donggrand is now shrinking in the capital of the saints. For fear that the queen will run to beat him, he is still in the mood to sneak in to learn my steam engine? Even if you learn it for him, does he have enough industrial power to produce it?"

The spy's eyes flashed slightly, but he immediately returned to normal: "I'm from East Granville. Although my king is at a disadvantage now, as long as we steal the steam engine technology, we can immediately create weapons to counter the Sigran rebels. ."

"Break!" Robb said, "This person didn't tell the truth, so I'll play him with a five-stage ceiling fan."

The assassin leader immediately smiled and said: "Okay, I like to give people a ceiling fan the most, so that they can also taste the bitterness I have tasted back then."

The dwarves also came to help. Within a few minutes, a "human-powered ceiling fan" was hung on the tree. This ceiling fan was deliberately made into a terrifying appearance by the craftsmen, with many spikes and ghosts on it. People are scared when they see it.

The science and technology tree in this world is obviously off the track. Ceiling fans, home appliances used for blowing air, have completely turned into a torture tool here. Not only in terms of function, but also in appearance, you have to deliberately scare people.

When the spy saw the ceiling fan, he screamed, "No! Don't hang me up, no, I'm telling the truth... Ah..."

The struggle was ineffective, and the spy was finally hung up. Then the assassin leader personally shook the joystick and shook it for a while. This is not a fourth or fifth gear at all. Its speed has exceeded the fifth speed of ordinary household ceiling fans, at least six. files.

The spy was turned like a camel. After a while, the assassin leader got tired, and the angry dwarf craftsman came to take over again: "I want to avenge myself. I will turn a few hundred times before speaking."

"I...I recruited..." the spy screamed: "I am not from Donggran, I am from the Dark Vatican...I'm here to steal steam engine technology and want to imitate the steel battleship."

Elsie smiled and said, "Sure enough, I don't think it will be Donggrand."

It has been more than two years since Robb came to Westwind, and he has come up with a lot of weird things, but Donggran never thought of imitating and plagiarizing. It can be seen that Mondela is a short-sighted person and is not keen on it. To improve technology, I only know how to play some outdated conspiracies.

Elsie didn’t believe that he would come to steal the steam engine. Moreover, with the power of Donggran’s being crushed and beaten by the queen, even with the steam engine, he couldn’t make anything. Industrial ability simply didn’t allow him to do anything. .

However, the Dark Vatican might not be able to do it.

Robb shook his head: "Actually, I don’t think so badly about my own technology, and it’s not impossible to spread it out and benefit the whole world. However, you are really not beautiful with this hand, killing people to grab the drawings, I I feel very upset, you have to pay for your actions..."

"Kill him!" the dwarves shouted beside, "Killing pays for life."

Robb nodded and agreed.

Although the dwarf craftsman has been resurrected by him, his resurrection is an abnormal operation and is not the norm in the world. He should respect the normal law of killing and paying for life.

"Draw up a good day and be hanged at Caishikou, so that everyone can see the end of the murder and overstocking."

As soon as Robb's words fell, a short craftsman suddenly ran over in a panic and yelled: "The big thing is not good, the big thing is not good..."

"What's the matter?" The dwarf leader turned his head and asked.

The short craftsman hurriedly said: "The two high-level craftsmen in our factory who know steam engine technology and design and manufacture water turbines are missing and can't be found. We found traces of battle in their house, and the furniture in the room. The table was crooked to the ground, and the table was also smashed by an axe. It seems that someone has forcibly taken them away, and I don’t know how long they have been taken away."

The spy who was sentenced to death opened his mouth and laughed: "Hahahaha! Hahahaha! I am not here alone. We want drawings and craftsmen. We also want craftsmen. Blessed by the God of Darkness, your faithful believers are willing to contribute to you. life."

After speaking, he gritted his teeth fiercely, the poison hidden in his teeth took effect, he vomited black blood, and collapsed to the ground.