Magus Tech

Lawrence, sitting in a wheelchair, was silent for a while, looked up at Richard, and said slowly: "If you really want to know my secret, I can tell you.

Why do I know making clocks, firearms, etc.? It's simple, it's all because of my ancestors.

My ancestor used to be a craftsman in the Black Spirit Empire many years ago. He worked in a very famous workshop. Because the time interval is too long, the specific situation is not clear to me, but one thing is certain: that is, after the death of the Black Spirit Empire and his death, a large number of books and drawings were left to my family.

Few people in our family can read these books and drawings, but my grandfather understood it, and then my grandfather taught me my father, and my father taught me again.

After my father's death, I concentrated on researching and producing more than my father taught me, and there was everything you saw in this room. "

"Is that so?" Li Cha narrowed his eyes.

If Lawrence said it is true, then the Black Spirit Empire will add another puzzle piece-the other party has not only outstanding biological knowledge (island treasure), superb spell materials (recent research), but also extremely advanced mechanical creations.

The firearms made by Lawrence are definitely more than one generation behind the Black Spirit Empire. After all, the source of all this is just the ancestor of Lawrence-an original craftsman. What level of mechanical creation will the peak of the Black Spirit Empire reach?

Mark Qin machine gun? Heavy tank?

Differential machine? Assembly line factory?

Everything looks amazing, but what about the word "spell"?

After all, the Black Spirit Empire is a wizarding kingdom. If machinery and spells are combined with special spell materials, it is difficult to imagine exaggerated things.

Richard took a deep breath.

Lawrence looked over and said, "Okay, boy, my secret has been told to you, should you also tell me your secret? Don't try to be fooled."

Richard looked at Lawrence and said, "I won't be lazy, but my secret is actually similar to yours."

"Similar?" Lawrence said, "You mean, you know so much because of what your ancestors left behind?"

"Almost, but the difference is that my ancestor is not a person, but a lot of people-the knowledge passed down by countless people in my hometown, let me know so much."

"Where is your hometown?"

"A small place very far away, you probably haven't heard of it, it's called Earth."

"Earth?" Lawrence listened, frowning. "Aren't your hometown a ball?"

Richard had long expected it, and said calmly: "‘Earth’ is my native language. If it’s used here on the East Coast, it should be called ‘Earth’.”

"Earth"? Lawrence nodded. "It sounds like a place name, much better than that "ball", but I haven't heard it."

After a pause, Lawrence looked at Richard and said, "In other words, why do I always think it is not true when I listen to your secret?"

"Actually, I listen to your secrets from Master Lawrence, and I also feel that they are not true."

"So, we can't trust each other?"

"Obviously, after all, we are meeting for the first time, and things like secrets cannot be verified."

"Oh." Lawrence smiled first, then his expression returned to normal, and looked down slowly, "If that's the case, then forget it, don't explore each other's so-called secrets, it is good for us."

"Really." Richard nodded, and then said goodbye, "Master Lawrence, goodbye!" After finishing the speech, he lifted the box unrelentingly and turned to go out.

"Goodbye." Lawrence made a sound in his mouth, watching Richard leave, and then fell silent, as if thinking about something seriously.

Thinking for a while, Lawrence turned to look at the two students standing in the room.

Mutuo and Rake immediately looked at Lawrence and asked respectfully, "Teacher, do you have any orders?"

Lawrence said, very coldly: "You two, the performance was just bad, you know?"

"This--" Mu Tuo and Rake panicked and said quickly, "I'm sorry teacher, we are too inexperienced to let that man in. We are all bad, you don't get angry... …"

"Forget it, you don't have to admit your mistakes." Lawrence waved. "You just leave."

"Ah?!" Mutuo and Rake were startled and their eyes widened. "Teacher, you drove us away? However, we have been following you for several years. You are in poor health and need someone to take care. Investigating you, against you, if we leave..."

Lawrence closed his eyes, and after a while, looked at Mutuo and Rake, and said only one word, he couldn't refuse: "Go!"

Mu Tuo and Rake shuddered, shut up, looked at each other, lowered their heads toward the door, and looked down, like a defeated rooster, or like a funeral dog who was kicked out of the door.

Lawrence watched Muto and Rake leave, slowly took out the silver-white revolver, rubbed it hard with a white handkerchief, tucked into his arms, and lowered his eyebrows to himself: "Don’t blame me, these are all For your good, for your good.

After all, you can't even deal with a wizard visitor who is not malicious. Forcibly dealing with those evil wizards who have malicious intentions, they can only send their lives! "

...

In a flash, a few days later.

Somewhere on the east coast.

A huge hall is built deep underground.

At this time, there are many people in the lobby, working at the table, sorting out various materials, and they seem to be busy with no effort to drink water. I don’t know if it’s hot or anxious, and sweat keeps flowing down my forehead~www .readwn.com~ At this time, a clear footstep came from outside the hall door, knocking in everyone's heart.

"Da da da!"

With a "squeak", the hall door opened and a woman walked in.

The woman's skin was fair, her lips were red, eight of her ten nails were dyed black, like a sharp blade. She was wearing a purple robe, and there was a vicious breath all over her body, which made people shudder.

She is called the muse, and is the master here, of course, the rest are more called her...

"Da da da……"

Muse walked into the hall, everyone in the hall did not dare to lift his head, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, he worked hard to do something, he did not find anything to do, he did not dare to be free, lest he might be stared at.

Muse looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the deepest part of the hall, lowered his body behind a large black walnut wooden table, and sat in a comfortable and soft seat, stretched lazily, Like just waking up for a nap. ()