Chapter 713 110. Not the same world, but the same idea
To say what Annan in the Free City cares about most now, it must be the Goblin Golem.
Michael wanted to join in the fun with Annan, but was driven back.
Annan has been in the south for nearly half a year, and you haven't developed the third magic gunpowder yet. Why are you so embarrassed to touch the goblin golem again?
Michael has many excuses: For example, he is not even an elite, and the apprentice you hired can only use his hands but not his brain.
What it lacks in background, luckily, it can be made up for by throwing money at it.
This gave Michael sufficient conditions to go astray - since he discovered that magic gunpowder mixed with sugar burns more violently, he obtained a large number of different types of sugar to experiment with the effects, even maple leaves I asked for a portion of syrup.
Furthermore, the burning efficiency of maple sugar is actually better than that of sucrose, but it is still unable to close the gap with the improved magic gunpowder.
The side effect of this is that Michael's alchemy laboratory is like Martin who stole the beans for the horse, crackling all day long.
Annan plans to move Michael's alchemy room to the outskirts so that the explosion will not disturb the residents' rest.
Next to Michael's alchemy laboratory is Lord Dumbledore's alchemy room - this is obviously not his real name, but he requires everyone to call him that.
As the second alchemy room built later, the locals call them the Mushroom Twin Houses - they look like two mushrooms next to each other.
When Annan came, they were moving the fourth goblin golem into the alchemy room.
"So fast?"
The Musketeer Legion soldier who was transporting said: "Master Jack allowed the goblin to exchange the golem for food and tools of the same weight, and the stupid goblin sold the golem. .”
"But it's so dirty..."
It looks like it fell into a swamp and was pulled up again.
“They want to sell the golem at a good price.”
This kind of “stealing a small amount” behavior is nothing in itself, but the problem is that the goblins sold the golem at a low price and still have it. Be smug.
Goblins are not stupid, they just like to do stupid things, and even the goblins in Liberty City are no exception. For example, they obviously have jobs, but they are always picking up garbage on the streets, turning beautiful houses into garbage dumps. For example, he fell in love with a spinning machine, or even turned against his jealous brothers. For example, I came up with the idea of inventing, so I changed the spinning machine that can hold ten spindles to nine -
Like a group of children who can't vent their energy.
So the kids in the orphanage play best with the goblins - they are about the same height, they win or lose when they fight, and they are all annoying.
This group of green little dots from the evil camp always like to do what the chaotic camp does. From the perspective of a latecomer, Annan can only say that the gods who cursed the goblin empire at that time were really terrible...
Especially when I walked into the alchemy room in Annan, I saw four goblin golems standing in a row, with their ferocious heads lowered, ready to start at any time...
This kind of thing is different from human beings. The feeling of sadness became more intense.
"Mr. Dumbledore."
Annan greeted a short old man with a gray beard with respect.
Because Dumbledore is a great mage.
Although magical images are popular in the Allen continent, most of them are young people... It’s not that they are easy to trick, but the older they are, the wiser they are, and the more they can see the essence through the appearance of magical images. .
On the surface, magic images are just a tool to make money, but in fact they also serve as propaganda - everything the creator wants to express: ideas and metaphors are buried in the magic images, subtly influencing the audience's thoughts. And because of the way the magic image is performed, it works better than any bard's story.
In the past, Wilhelm was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as the holy land of the major races. Even demons and rat tides wanted to go there. So what about this generation that has been baptized by magical images?
So some lord city-states have begun to resist the magic image. They are either jealous, or they share the spoils unevenly, or they have the presence of the Kingdom of Rekaner behind them.
As a master, it is obviously extremely precious for Dumbledore to join Free City. Either "Annan Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" overlaps with some of his past memories, or he is optimistic about the future of Free City, or he Evil intentions.
"Mr. Annan Potter, these golems are in very good condition. It only takes us two weeks at most to make them move again."
"Master Dumbledore...Professor." The laboratory professor is also a professor, "What I want is not to make it move again, but that we can master this manufacturing method and achieve mass production."
Dumbledore's wrinkled face showed a troubled look.
"Is this difficult?"
"It is very difficult..."
Dumbledore said that behind the apparent goblin golem was a man who spanned many knowledges. Complex systems, including but not limited to the transmission speed of magic crystals, the utilization efficiency of magic energy, magic puppet manufacturing, material alchemy and other knowledge...
"What if I allocate 10,000 gold coins to you, allowing you to freely recruit alchemists and apprentices?"
"Mr. Annan Potter, this will require many people to spend years or even decades... "
"Sorry, I didn't make it clear. I meant to give you 10,000 gold coins every month," Annan corrected.
Dumbledore stayed there, like an old man knocked unconscious by gold coins.
……
The actions of the Cat Church are seen in the four eyes of the little spider.
A toy that was only worthy of being tortured and played with slowly regained faith. Rose desperately wanted to contact his believers, but there was no response and no power of faith...
As his divine power continued to pass without being replenished, he found that his soul was gradually falling asleep, and the remaining part was slowly merging with the little spider... This was not a good thing.
His behavior is being assimilated, and the fused soul can only be retrieved by devouring it. And when the little spider dies, part of his soul will be lost forever... This means that Rose must start by killing the little spider. Become protective of it.
He had to find a way to get out... not from the glass bottle, nor from Lily's cat's paw, but to go outside and find his own believers!
Not a rat like Della, but a true believer!
He found an opportunity - Lily was not there, and the maid cleaned the table after letting herself out.
Rose controlled the little spider, quickly crawled across the table and climbed to the window sill.
Sunshine, sea breeze, freedom...
All these things that once disgusted Rose now made him happy, until a sound of "thumping" came from far and near, and a huge shadow fell. On the windowsill.
The fallen cuckoo tilted its head, its eyes reflected the motionless little spider at its feet, and lowered its head to peck at it.
“Meow~!”
Suddenly, Lily’s magic weapon descended from the sky and stretched out her cat paw to swat away the cuckoo.
The fallen feathers were scattered in the wind, and the little spider who survived the disaster stood under Lily's furry belly, looking at the distant black shadow with four eyes.
Damn bird! After I recover, I will definitely let you watch your parents being plucked and roasted by goblins!
(End of this chapter)