She suffered from Emotional Deficiency Syndrome because her strength grew too quickly.
In addition to her mood swings, she also suffers from severe delusions of victimization.
Therefore, she needs to often listen to music, opera and other art projects to soothe herself.
It is a very dangerous act to approach Serena rashly. You must consider the long term.
Qige looked at Dairis' aqua blue eyes and said:
"I am honored to have the opportunity to be on the stage of the Grand Music Hall.
It's a pity that I promised Smit that I would take her to visit Thunder City.
At the same time, I promised Smit’s parents that I would take her back as soon as possible.
I really can’t wait until next time.”
Dairis did not persuade her anymore, but nodded and said with a smile:
"For others, it is an honor to be able to perform in a great music hall.
But it is an honor for the Great Music Hall to have you perform at the Great Hall of Music."
Dairis said pointedly:
"If you are interested, I welcome you at any time, even in the middle of the night.
I believe you can play beautiful music with me."
Qi Ge seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.
He politely replied: "I will look forward to the day when I can play with you.
You are the best bard in all of Bracada."
"Maybe your music can make me better?"
"It might also break?"
"Haha, you are so funny, I was talking about playing the harp."
"What a coincidence, so am I."
After a round of confrontation, the two ended up in a tie and smiled harmoniously together.
"Dong dong."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Smit and Jonesfield, who were discussing treasure-making, turned to look at the wall.
Dairis waved her hand, and the brown wall became transparent.
An old man in a white robe was standing outside with a cane.
Anyone who sees his gray beard, shallow wrinkles, and his always smiling eyes will think that he is an amiable old man.
Astral, nicknamed the philanthropist.
Specialty: Demagogue people.
Eskel was originally a neutral master-level hero who joined Brakada about ten years ago.
In just ten years, he rose from an unknown to the leader of the Brakada Magicians Guild and became a legendary hero.
The Magician's Guild is the only organization in Brakada after the Titan Temple. It is responsible for the allocation and distribution of research resources, the promotion and assessment of mages, the appointment and dismissal of administrative officials, and even the decision-making power to allocate mages and heroes to the army.
All in the hands of the Magicians Guild.
Eskel's ability to reach the top of the magician's guild where the competition for power is extremely fierce and full of all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues in just ten years should not be underestimated.
When Dairis saw Escher, her eyebrows were twitched and her eyes narrowed.
She licked her tongue and said in disgust: "Old man, a dog's nose is really sharp."
Jonesfield said dissatisfiedly:
"Daris, you shouldn't be so prejudiced against Eschar!
He is a generous gentleman!
Thanks to him, I have enough funds to study stone men every year!"
Dairis glanced at Jonesfield and said with hatred:
"He wants to divide us, can you still not understand?
You just want to stimulate me to spend more money to fill your bottomless pit."
Jonesfield said angrily: "There is no bottom! It only costs 200 million gold coins in total!"
If you could hold more than 3,000 concerts a year, you would be fine!"
"There are just over three hundred days in a year!"
"Then you can do ten games a day, but you really can't do it for ten years."
Dairis clenched her fists and Jonesfield held his head.
Fortunately, Eschar interrupted the violent scene that was about to unfold.
He gently knocked on the wall again, then held his head high and leaned on his crutch, waiting patiently.
I have to say that judging from his appearance, Eschar is indeed a complete gentleman.
Dairis gritted her teeth unwillingly and flicked her fingers.
The translucent wall slowly disappeared, and Eschar walked in slowly.
He first looked around with a kind smile, and his amiable gaze stayed on everyone's face for about a second, and then he gracefully took off his white short hat, revealing a head of gray, neatly combed flat hair.
.
He put his hat in front of his belly and said hello with a smile:
"Your Majesty Dairis, Master Craftsman Jonesfield, good afternoon.
I'm very sorry, this bad old man like me came to disturb you without saying hello in advance. It's really ungraceful."
The disgust just now was completely invisible on Dairis's face. She gently stroked her long sky blue hair and said pointedly:
"Oh, it seems there must be something that can make you so excited that you ignore etiquette.
Could it be that you have finally decided to resign from the position of president of the Magicians Guild and live in retirement?
This is really a great event for us in Bracada.”
A helpless smile appeared on Escher's face. He sighed and said:
"Your Majesty Dairis, thank you for your blessing.
I hope that the magician's guild, which is full of talented people, can produce some young talents as soon as possible, so that this bad old man like me can put down his focus and rest as soon as possible."
Escher turned to Qi Ge, and the smile on his face spread and squeezed his wrinkles into a pile:
"For example, this little brother Xingfeng."
Escher smiled lightly and said:
"Hahaha, I wonder if Xingfeng has ever heard your teacher mention me.
Aged and I are very close friends!
In the entire Thunder City, who doesn’t know the strong friendship between Eskel and Agede that can’t be broken even by thunder?
I accidentally heard that students from Al Qaeda arrived in Thunder City, and I was so excited that I lost my temper and didn't say hello in advance."
Dairis squinted her eyes and didn't answer at all.
Escher didn't mind either. He smiled casually and asked Qi Ge:
"Brother Xingfeng, what do you think of the divine realm and the human world?"
Seven Pigeons nodded slightly and replied:
"Chief Esqier, I heard the teacher say that the Divine World is the best restaurant in Thunder City, with the most elite chefs in the entire Yasha world gathered together."
Escher nodded with a smile and asked:
"Brother Xingfeng, do you think the divine realm and the human world are pretty good?"
Qi Ge nodded and said, "It's really good."
"Then I will arrange your reception banquet for you in the human world in the divine realm. You can bring your sister with you."
Qi Ge smiled and said:
"It's hard to refuse such hospitality. Chief, you are too polite."
Escher laughed and waved his hands repeatedly:
"One family does not speak the same language.
You are Aqaid's apprentice, then you are my apprentice.
As promised, see you there or not.
The realm of gods on earth is not cheap, even I feel distressed.
You can't let me spend money and not wait for someone."
Qi Ge quickly said:
"Don't worry, Chief, I will definitely be there!"
Ascher achieved his goal and nodded repeatedly, looking very satisfied.
"Then I won't disturb you enjoying the music.
Your Majesty Dairis, little brother Xingfeng, farewell."
As if provoking, he glanced at Dairis proudly, then put on his hat and left slowly.
Dairis, however, kept looking at Qige with a half-smiling expression.
Qi Ge touched his nose and said:
"The teacher specifically told me that when I come to Thunder City, I have to pay a visit to Chief Eskel.
The teacher and he were stuck in the master together before, and we sympathized with each other.
They have worked hard to find the path to legend, and they often communicate together, so they have a deep friendship."
"No need to explain, I know."
Dairis' aqua blue pupils flickered for a moment and then said:
"But Seven Pigeons, you have to be more careful.
Today's Thunder City is in a period of turmoil.
Since Dekan resigned as Grand Speaker, the Grand Speaker has been vacant all year round.
The industrial faction, the magic faction, the warrior faction, and the logistics faction are all competing constantly.
Originally, the situation had been balanced and the cards in everyone's hands were pretty much laid out.
Suddenly, a semi-retired Agede appeared who did not belong to any faction.
With your intelligence, you should know what this means."
Qi Ge blinked his eyes, looking innocent.
Dairis doesn't believe that Qi Ge doesn't know anything about it.
But Qige pretended to be dumbfounded, and Dairis had no choice but to explain:
"Your teacher Aqed has a special status.
He is an architect himself, travels around the world, is unrestrained, and is a neutral by nature who does not belong to any faction.
The legendary architect, you, are the only teacher in the entire Brakada, and building construction is a threshold that every hero, especially the powerful city lord, cannot avoid.
The value is high, but if everyone can fight for it, no one will be willing to give up.
Originally, the Uzumaki Eye of all this was supposed to be your teacher, but your teacher hasn't come back yet, only you have.
The solicitation and danger that should have been taken over by him will now fall on you.
They are very polite to your teachers, but only three points to you.
Qi Dove, you are now the center of the whirlpool.
If you can hold on, you can get the treasure at the center of the vortex.
If you can't hold on, you may be shattered to pieces."
Dairis said affectionately:
"Qi Ge, you and I are both lambs under the crown of destiny, and we are naturally comrades in the same camp.
Why don't you be more direct and I will block everything for you."
Dairis showed her cards, and Qi Ge stopped acting.
He walked up to Smit, half hugged Smit and said:
"Your Majesty Dairis, fate is always wonderful.
Even if it eventually collapses to the same result, the process will not be the same.
These ups and downs are all a kind of enjoyment for me.
No matter how great the storm is, it will eventually fall into the long river of fate."
Dairis understood the implication of Qi Ge's words, she smiled and said:
"In that case, I will wait for good news."
Smit, you leaned into Brother Qi's arms, shrank slightly, and asked worriedly: "Qi Ge, you are going to do something dangerous again, right?"
Qi Ge touched Smit’s cheek.
"Danger is the opposite of preparation. The more prepared you are, the smaller the risk.
So Smith, you don’t have to worry.”
"Um."
Smith nodded and became happy again.
…
…
After bidding farewell to Dairis and Jonesfield, Qi Ge called for a pneumatic vehicle and took Smit to the Treasure Makers Association.
The speed of a pneumatic car is far less than that of an air boat, but it is more spacious and comfortable.
Smit was sitting on the pneumatic car, looking around restlessly, as if looking for something.
After a while, she asked strangely:
"Brother Qi Ge, I didn't see the driver of the airship just now or the aerodynamic car now.
Is the driver hiding?"
Qi Ge smiled slightly and replied:
"There is no driver, or the driver is the tower spirit."
"Taling?"
"right.
The most famous mythical building in Thunder City is the Ivory Tower, also called the Mythical Tower.
The tower spirit is an artificial soul generated by the mythical tower.
As long as you have an identity card, you can connect to the tower spirit and do many things.
For example, navigation, querying information, ordering goods, etc.
All public transportation in Thunder City is controlled by Tower Spirit.
From the moment we boarded the bus, Taling was helping us plan our route.
It can control the speed and route of all vehicles to ensure that the vehicles will not collide.
There will be no time wasted due to congestion.
In a sense, Tower Spirit is the brain of Thunder City."
"I see. It's so advanced."
Schmidt marveled:
"We in Erathia feel that there is a huge gap between us and Bracada."
Qige thought for a while and said:
"Because the route selection is different.
Erathia devotes a lot of its productivity to the fields of faith and divine choice.
Bracada, on the other hand, focuses more on technology and material production.
Although the humans of Erathia are not like the mages of Brakada, they are naturally gifted with magic.
But the belief system you have is something Brakada cannot imitate at all.
That’s why I say that the Holy Sky Church has taken the wrong path.
The powerful power of faith should not only be used as food for angels.
If we take faith as the foundation, we can bloom a flower of civilization that is definitely not inferior to Bracada.
Of course, the foundation of civilization is to liberate productivity.
Only when productive forces are liberated can all development be possible.
Therefore, the Holy Heaven Church, which occupies a large amount of social resources but enjoys all the output alone, must be overthrown."
Qi Ge seemed to have thought of something and asked Smit: "Smit, do you know about Whale Fall?"
"Whale falling?"
“After a whale dies, it will fall into the ocean basin or abyss, because the whale’s huge body cannot be decomposed quickly by scavengers and will fall to the bottom of the sea.
The process of whale carcasses falling to the bottom of the sea can last from months to years, and they become food for a variety of marine life.
Including deep-sea fish, crustaceans, polychaetes, and various small creatures.
Flesh, bones, fat, everything will be returned to the sea.
A whale carcass can support a circulatory system for hundreds of years.
There are even some creatures that live entirely off the whale's non-perishable skeleton.
A whale falls and everything comes into being.
The Holy Sky Church is a huge whale.
When the Holy Sky Church collapses, the countless industries that were suppressed by it can regain their vitality."
Smit blinked and took Qi Ge's words to heart.
At this moment, a small budding seed fell silently in the girl's heart.
When they arrived at the Treasure Makers Association, Qi Ge first jumped off the floating pneumatic car, then turned around and picked up Smit.
When they arrived at the Treasure Makers Association, Qige helped Smit replenish a wave of treasure-making materials commonly used for making treasures, and then sent Smit to the hotel.
"Get me a room."
Smit stood behind Qi Ge, and when she heard Qi Ge say these words to the hotel waiter, her face turned red.
"Brother Qi Ge, how can you do this? It's too early."
Qige brought the shy Smit to the hotel room. He asked Smit to sit on the bed while he checked the room.
After confirming that the room was safe, Qi Ge said to Smit, who had buried himself under the quilt for some reason:
"Smit, you take a rest here first, I'll be back in a moment.
If anything happens, call me immediately and I will rush to you immediately."
Smit:???
"oh."
Smit lifted the quilt, and her pupils lost their color and highlight.
Qi Ge chuckled, patted Smit's head, and kissed Smit's forehead to comfort him.
Smit hid under the covers again like a gopher hit by a hammer.
After Qi Ge came out of the hotel, he called for a pneumatic car again and rushed to Esqier's invitation.
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As the largest mechanical supplies production center in the tower, Brilade City has a large number of factories.
Some factories naturally need workers.
As a result, Brilade City's demand for goblins became extremely high.
But the lifespan of goblins is limited.
Level 1 goblins reach adulthood as soon as they are born, but they only have a total life span of more than ten years.
Usually, in Brilade City, the working life of a goblin is only about 6 years.
Long-term, high-intensity work will cause their physical condition to decline rapidly.
A decline in physical condition will significantly reduce the elf's work efficiency and make him more prone to making mistakes.
The mage master of Brilade City wants to make money.
Making money requires efficiency.
For the same machine, if an old goblin works at the same time and a healthy goblin works, the profit that can be obtained will be several times different.
Naturally, every mage knows how to choose.
Old or disabled goblins will naturally be ruthlessly removed from the factory.
There is another problem with the factory.
It's temporality.
For example, if a large-scale war breaks out, the factories that produce military equipment will receive a large number of orders and will need to work hard to meet the requirements of the orders.
If the military equipment is stored for a long time, it will suffer losses (due to the loss of Yasha energy on the military equipment).
In peacetime, military factories produce excessive amounts of military equipment and cannot sell them, so they will lose money.
Therefore, most factories have peak seasons and off-seasons.
In the off-season, when there is no need for so many goblins, the factory will eliminate the excess goblins and let them go to Brilade City to make a living on their own.
Goblins with better luck can find some temporary jobs such as sweeping floors, and get enough food to keep themselves from starving to death.
The unlucky fairies will soon no longer need luck.
In Brilade City, some goblin corpses can be found on the edge of trash cans and in the corners of the city every day.
Ironically, those who transport and clean up these corpses are also goblins.
The mages are not at all worried that too many goblins will starve to death, resulting in not enough goblins.
Goblins are born from the energy of negative emotions.
The death of a large number of goblins and the accumulation of negative emotions in Brilade City will speed up the birth of goblins and achieve a dynamic balance.
In other words, although the total number of goblins in Brilade City fluctuates rapidly, it generally maintains a rough range.
Life has the instinct to survive.
The fairies who were driven away were not willing to die.
They gathered spontaneously at the garbage treatment plant in Brilade City, near the Sanhe District.
If any factory receives a temporary order, Master Master will send people to Sanhe District to recruit a group of short-term workers.
Driven by the survival instinct, once the number of goblins in the Sanhe District increases, a terrifying involution will form.
"Dudududu!"
A pneumatic vehicle stopped in Sanhe District.
An imposing mage stepped out of the car.
He was wearing a white coat, which was loose at the inside and tight at the outside. His top hat was a bright and deep blue-black color, and he was holding a cane with a black and white spiral.
The mage's neat clothes, which looked expensive at first glance, were in sharp contrast to the goblins squatting in shabby blue clothes on the roadside.
He was like a beam of fire, attracting the surrounding fairies like moths.
No matter how old or tired the goblins are at this moment, they still try hard to puff out their chests and stand up straight to make themselves look younger and more energetic.
No goblin dares to make noise or shout to promote himself. Goblins who dare to do so will have been killed by the magic of the mage.
The mage coughed, tapped his cane, and said:
"I need ten goblins today.
I have three bags of buckwheat in total. Whichever of you wants the least is the one I want."
Buckwheat is a food that is even more palatable than military dry food. It is very difficult to swallow and can only be absorbed directly.
But even if it is absorbed directly, it will make the goblin feel weak.
Three bags of buckwheat, 300 grains in total.
If given to a goblin, it would last for nine days.
It can be given to ten goblins, and each goblin can only get 30 pills, which is not enough for a day.
The reserve price is already so low, but fairies still flock to it.
Not having enough to eat is better than starving to death.
"I, my lord, choose me. I only need 25 pills."
"I have 20 pills! I have 20 pills!"
"I also have 20 pills. I am younger than him. Master Master, I am only 9 years old this year and I am very capable."
The mage smiled and watched the goblins arguing with each other without saying a word.
Soon, the price was raised to 15 grains of buckwheat.
15 grains of buckwheat is already the bottom line for barely surviving.
If it is any lower, you may not have the energy to work tomorrow.
Some younger goblins felt that 15 buckwheat grains were too little, so they squatted on the side of the road and stared at the end of the road in trance.
"Wait a little longer, maybe a mage will come up with higher quality buckwheat."
The mage only used a bag and a half of buckwheat, hired 15 goblins, and left in style on a pneumatic car.
The remaining goblin, with his numb and confused eyes, chased the direction in which the pneumatic car left until the pneumatic car disappeared.
Blind and negative, pessimistic and heavy.
The entire city of Brilade is like a ferocious and terrifying giant beast, devouring the lives and hopes of the goblins and spitting out golden coins.
The devoured goblins were spit out in the square of Sanhe District like dregs.
Quietly, waiting for the arrival of death.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
"Heroes: Storm Lord"
The author of this book, Gu Chen Bai Zhan Sheng, was a bookworm for 20 years after reading about the master of architecture.
It tells the story of a street writer who gave up writing and started playing Heroes. He transformed an ordinary dwarf militiaman into the King of the Hill and became the famous Storm Lord in the Heroes world.
The technical skills and the sinister protagonist are worth watching.
