For a time traveler who has been baptized by heavy metal rock music, and even various rap, reggae and other music, the fact that hundreds of people are talking in the ear can only be regarded as a trivial matter. At least the voices of the Haggiris directly enter the sea of consciousness.
, it is not the kind of subwoofer that is enough to burst the eardrum and continuously abuse the ears.
And with Lin's current thinking speed, which is as fast as lightning, it is not difficult to hear clearly what each hakiri is saying. But just like the hakiri that has been with him for the longest time, the ten of the hakiri's
In the sentence, there are four nonsense sentences, three sentences are irrelevant, two sentences have no point, and the remaining sentence has half a sentence with too many redundant words. It is worse than a chatterbox.
Despite this, Lin Ye still heard some important points from so many voices, especially one noun that was mentioned repeatedly. The Haikiri people always said, 'How is the Khan', 'What the Khan said', 'Khan'
Can do it'. It sounded like 'Khan' should be a certain hakiri, so Lin decided to find out who the subject and object of the word were first, and then stretched out his hand to stop all the hakiri and asked:
"I hear you keep talking about Khan. Who is this Khan? Which one of you? Or is it someone who is not here?"
'The Khan is him.' 'The Khan is in your hands.' 'The Khan...'..."The Khan everyone refers to is me."
Another sword-to-sword answer, and the one who finally made a sound in the real world was of course the one closest to him, Hakakiri, who transformed into a golden ceremonial dagger.
Even though Haggiris had no fingers, Lin could still feel that the word 'Khan' represented the Haggiri in his hand. This made him chuckle, and then said seriously: "You know 'Khan'
'The pronunciation of this word may have a special meaning in the language of my hometown."
Hakiri, who looked like a golden ceremonial dagger, said: "I know. He is the chief of the United Tribes, right."
"Well, that's not wrong if you understand it this way. So, are you considered the leader of Haqiri? The chief of the tribe? Or is it a commander-in-chief or something like that?" Lin asked curiously.
"No, there are not so many complicated identities. It is just a pronoun used to distinguish us. Just like you call me Haggiri, I have never expressed any opinion. Anyway, as long as I know who you are talking about, and I know
Just call me."
"That's right. So now that there are so many Hagiri, it would be easy to get confused if we call you Hagiri. So we call you Khan?" Lin asked.
"If possible, I would like to change my name to another one. Anyway, since you have to adapt to it again, it shouldn't be a big problem to adapt directly to the new name."
Lin nodded and said: "There is indeed no problem. So what name do you want to change?"
"Karl-El."
"Ka..." I'm stuck with your mother! Is this a valid name?
"Hey, be civil. You know we can know what you are thinking," the golden ceremonial dagger said. "Since you think that name is not suitable, what about Clark Kent?"
"Then why don't you put an S symbol in a diamond frame on the sword? Tell everyone it means hope."
"Is that okay? Then I've changed." Xakiri said happily.
"You've turned into your mother!" A certain time traveler who was not angry casually flicked his hand and used a different dimension banishment technique to throw the golden ceremonial dagger in his hand to an unknown place. Arguing with this hakakiri was considered a daily activity.
Anyway. Anyway, the opponent has a positioning magic circle for flashing. Whenever you think of it, you can just pull it back.
But the other Hagakiri didn't know this person's one-sword style, and there was another noisy complaint. Without saying anything, Lin waved his hand and threw all the Hagakiri into his subdimensional tower.
There is no positioning magic circle on them, and if you use the extra-dimensional banishment technique, you really can't save them. Throwing them to the subdimensional tower will be helpful to the Haggiri clan, just to replenish their origins, and make yourself a little quieter.
This is the last option that will cause the least complaints, probably.
When the world returned to peace, Lin looked around his room and silently moved the overturned bed back to its original position. Then he went to bed with a pillow and fell asleep!
The two apprentices who had been staying outside the room to watch the show rushed into the room angrily, took off the quilt one after another, and cursed: "The sun is shining on your butts, you lazy pigs!"
In the past few days when a certain man named Khan cut out the box and went out to wander around, a certain magician staying in the holy city of Estali was not idle. The first focus was, of course, on the airship Gaussbottom.
Improvement plan.
First, connect the semi-permanent energy pool to the energy transmission channels throughout the airship and carry out a block design. To avoid serious damage to a node, causing an overall shutdown. This design is very simple for Lin.
Once the design concept of the plan has been developed, it can be applied to the Gauss Bertone. What is more troublesome is the actual improvement project. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a major change.
As for other scattered small shortcomings discovered during the trial flight, as well as some areas that the operator thought could be streamlined or improved during the trial flight, they were all discussed at once. It’s just that this part was done by the magician on the airship.
They are responsible for making improvements. As an outsider, Lin only checks the final design to make sure that such improvements will not affect other functions.
Compared with the airship work, there are many magicians who can do it for you, but the other consulting work is much more troublesome.
That is the development plan from the Technology Guild.
The business practices in Midland are still very primitive, but the technical guild established under someone's initiative is not primitive at all. The difference in concepts has resulted in a group of technical guilds headed by Uzov Gantia.
The backbones are conscientious in their work and have no confidence at all. At this time, they can only rely on someone familiar with the journey to give them confidence and direction.
For the Technical Guild, the most important thing for the Holy City of Estali, and even for the entire Lost Land, is not the new products based on various whimsical ideas, but the improvement of productivity. Although there is no streamlined production line yet, it will be different
Parts of the parts are subcontracted to specialized workshops or craftsmen, and finally assembled or sold together. With the integration of Uzov's technical guild, productivity has been improved by more than just a little bit.
Not to mention that the Technology Guild also made full use of its advantages to integrate all the large and small workshops or independent craftsmen in the holy city of Estali, forming a substantial oligarch. This caused the Technology Guild to encounter a situation that had never been seen since the beginning of commerce in Midland.
What we have encountered is overproduction and market saturation.
A series of bathroom equipment, mainly toilets, are very useful, but they are not necessities that need to be replaced every three days. This kind of semi-permanent facilities basically only need to be used up, or to buy a new house.
, no one would deliberately replace it. This also caused the main business market of the Holy City Estali to quickly approach saturation due to the hard work of the Technology Guild.