Pirates: My Piltover is far ahead in technology

The shape of the helmet is quite plain, the only special thing is the pattern on the top, which is left by the special forging technique.

"Father, it feels useless?"

Frankenstein tried to put the helmet on her head, but the special structure behind her head stuck the helmet, so she could only wear half of it.

"Of course it's useless if you wear it. This thing was originally prepared for me, but it doesn't work for me."

This helmet is essentially a limiter. Magneto's helmet can prevent Professor X's telepathy from affecting him, protecting the holder's mind.

But Orlan's helmet limits the holder, which is also a limit test for his dream ability, just like the dream catcher developed by Heimerdinger. Orlan tried to change it from a random dream to a designated interval.

It may be impossible to control it because it is too powerful, so if it is made weaker, it may be controlled, but the result is naturally a failure.

According to Dolan, only his teacher would have some ideas about this thing.

If Dolan is the top craftsman of mankind, then his teacher is the top craftsman among demigods-Mountain Hidden Flame Ornn.

A powerful demigod on the snowy plains of Freljord, he holds the authority over forging and craftsmanship.

But this demigod has long since retired. Since some of his human blacksmiths were destroyed in the battle between Ornn and his brothers, Ornn has been concentrating on practicing in his workshop, not caring about worldly affairs.

Orlan's project ultimately failed and has been shelved, but now it has a new use.

The perception of the color of observation is somewhat related to mental power, especially the ability to read minds, so this limiter is also useful.

For ordinary people, this helmet is worthless. It can only weaken oneself and cannot prevent others from peeping, but it is different for Redfield.

The overly powerful ability to read minds has become a burden for him, and when the helmet is taken off during battle, the restriction will naturally disappear.

"Is that so?"

"Maybe it's ineffective, but it doesn't matter. Just treat it as an ordinary gift.

You are all independent individuals. It's normal to have your own ideas. As long as you don't harm your family, you are free to make friends with anyone.

Given your personality, Redfield may be a good friend."

Communicating with different people requires different ways. The complexity of human individuals is even more complex than that of different animal groups.

Redfield is a pirate and a lone ranger. The reason why his bounty has increased is through fighting with the navy or other big pirates, not slaughtering ordinary people.

Redfield has seen Whitebeard and Roger in their heyday. After that, his goal is no longer to compete for the top of the pirates. Perhaps he himself can't tell what he is going to sea for.

The concept of the Rumba Pirates is not Redfield's goal, but no matter what Redfield's purpose is, it is a powerful and considerable combat force. It is not a bad thing to have a friendly relationship with such a monster.

Frankenstein just constitutes this bridge.

Among the top fighters at the same level, Redfield is also a stable character. Now he is in the prime of youth and does not feel the aging of the years.

In a sense, Orlan can still take Redfield to find his idol of the year. If we count the time, Brook should have been drifting in the foggy sea for who knows how many years.

The next day, Redfield appeared here on time at the same time and place.

Judging from the movements and fluency of his storytelling, he had done a good job of artistic processing of his story yesterday.

"Newgate is indeed a powerful man. The power of the earthquake may really destroy the world, but I am not bad either."

Redfield's lonely life has a huge gap. He has never tried to communicate with people, and the people he often mentions are those top strong men.

Because Redfield's mind reading is ultimately a category of observation color, monsters of the same level as him can also use observation color to resist when they are on guard.

This is also one of the few people who can make Redfield feel normal and say a few words.

But even those monsters, when they first met, Redfield would be able to see some of their inner thoughts.

After all, they are also human beings, and they can't maintain that special state of alert for 24 hours.

Only Frankenstein is a special case. Even if Redfield quietly appears behind her, he can't know what the other person is thinking.

And this time, Frankenstein handed him something.

"Is this a hat?"

"It's a helmet, a gift."

Redfield certainly knew that it was a helmet, but he didn't quite understand why someone would suddenly give him a helmet.

Thinking of Frankenstein's "loneliness" like him, he thought it was Frankenstein's unique cognition.

In fact, he still didn't understand Frankenstein. She was not lonely, but she rarely talked to unfamiliar people.

However, whether it was a helmet or a hat, it didn't affect Redfield much. He seemed very happy about his friend's gift and even wore it directly on his head.

"The size is quite suitable."

"Hurry up, hurry up, tomorrow is Evolution Day, work harder, and set up the stall tonight."

These two days, the flow of people here is much more than the previous few days. The nearby residents seem to be moving closer to the royal city and chatting casually. Hearing the word Evolution Day, Redfield was a little curious about what day would be called Evolution.

"What is Evolution Day?"

Before he finished speaking, Redfield suddenly realized that something was wrong. He did not read the other person's inner thoughts.

After a brief shock, he took off the helmet he had just put on, and the noisy voice appeared in his ears again.

[Your Majesty is such a good man.]

[A special celebration exclusive to this country, it hasn't appeared for a long time]

At this time, Redfield knew what Evolution Day was. According to his understanding, it was a special name for a certain celebration in this country, but this was not important to Redfield.

When Redfield put on the helmet again, his world returned to tranquility again.

"This is the best gift I've ever received. How did you get something so special?"

"My father made it. Tomorrow is Evolution Day. Do you want to come?"

Redfield would never participate in such an event that sounded like it would gather a large number of people. That kind of environment was difficult for him to endure, but this time, it was an exception.

In addition to the helmet, he also wanted to know what kind of person made this helmet.