Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

The gently shaking candlelight emit a weak light, printing a shadow on the white wall.

This is a room in the Bachelor of the Gabra Empire's Bachelor of the Capital. The old man who must send the whole white is buried in a lot of books and scrolls. Page page by page is carefully read, and it seems to be retrieving what information.

The bells of the big clock tower came from outside, and the quaint and melodious voice echoed the entire city, announcing the arrival of midnight, but the old man seemed to be buried in the book pile as if he did not hear it.

The door not far away opened quietly, and a young man holding a candlestick came in. He said softly: "The mentor, it's midnight, you should really rest."

"What, is it now?"

The old man closed most of the heads in his hand and pulled out the handkerchief and rubbed his sour eyes.

The young man put down the candlestick and slowly lifted the old man.

"At today's Imperial Meeting, everyone is very curious about what you are doing these days, and even your Majesty asked me again in private."

"Haha, for you, the reason for the appropriate reason for me on the spot must be scratching my head?"

"Uh ..." The young man named Monde groaned slightly embarrassingly, "Is the meteor a few days ago really worth it?"

As soon as he said this, the smile on the old man's face immediately solidified, and his frowning eyebrows showed that his heart was no longer calm.

"Sorry, I shouldn't doubt you."

Seeing the dignified expression of the old man, Monde's face showed a shame.

"Well, Monde, I am not blaming you. I can question boldly is a good quality."

The old man quickly comforted, "Indeed, this meteor keeps me always rest assured, and I hope it is to worry about it. If unfortunately, it really brings disasters as the ancient volume records, then according to the previous description, , This catastrophe will far exceed our imagination, let me tell you the situation a few times before. "

Then, he spread out a roll of sheepskin paper and started to talk about the income of these days ...

Nympho

In a dark alley next to the Emperor's Bell Tower, with the bell that is still echoed, a dark shadow walked in silently. The shadow shrouded under the hat pocket.

At the first corner, he stopped.

"How did you come so late today?"

The rough sound sounded, and another person in the cloak was already waiting there, and his face was also hidden under the hat pocket, faintly revealing the dense beard.

"It's going to be windy, make more preparations."

"What are you doing?"

"Hingt rope, canvas and fish fork."

Hou Hou nodded and said, "With these, you can rest assured to go to the sea. Go, we will pray for you in the church in the port."

Then he flashed into the shadow disappear, and the first cloak man left immediately after confirming that there was no abnormalities around him.

Nympho

In the Bachelor's Tower, the narrative of the elderly has ended for a while, but the forehead of Monte exuded cold sweat.

After silent for a long time, Monde finally said: "If this is the case, should we report to His Majesty immediately and warn the world."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"No, we now know nothing about the disaster itself. I don't know what form it will happen in, and it is not clear when it comes to the specific time, and it lacks effective countermeasures. Instead, it will cause a large area of ​​panic, and even give some people with ulterior motives. "

"You are right, I'm too reckless."

The disciples of the old man are slightly ashamed.

The old man opened the window, and a fresh air was quickly poured into the room. He looked at the low night outside the window, and said:

"It's going to be the wind ..."