Chapter479 Rope art can not only be used to display restraint art
After three days of entertaining, Lester sent away the little guests from Yodel City. Only Lu Lu chose to stay for a while. After bidding farewell to Lester, he and Pixar embarked on a journey to find a fantasy wonderland.
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For Tristana, who is strict with herself, a three-day holiday is an exception among exceptions. The other yordles also have their own things to do, so naturally they will not stay at Lester's house for too long.
In the southern suburbs of Demacia, as the high-purity Forbidden Demon Stone on the pedestal slate cart is getting higher and higher, the construction progress of the Forbidden Demon Colossus has become a daily anecdote for all Demacians. Seeing that the statue has reached eight
Meters tall, the statue's construction area did not reach the waist, which led many Demacians to believe that Master Durang was really planning to make something big.
Unfortunately, the excitement of the Demacians was soon severely dampened by a sudden accident.
When the Colossus was thirteen meters high, a craftsman accidentally stepped on the air and the rope tied around his waist broke. The craftsman fell from a height of ten meters and died on the spot with his head on the ground. It was a terrible tragedy.
The blood of the craftsmen dyed the right foot of the colossus red, and everyone froze in place. The southern suburbs had to stop work for a day, and Durang called in Lester and Theresa to discuss the safety of the craftsmen.
"We need stronger ropes! The current linen ropes cannot protect the lives of craftsmen at all!"
His messy short brown hair was coiled and knotted like a bird's nest in early spring. Dulang, who was wearing short-sleeved overalls, slapped a broken rope on the table.
Lester glanced at it and recognized that it was a three-strand hemp rope. Maybe there were too many ropes used in the project. The hemp rope used as a safety rope was a little thin. In addition, it was severely worn, so it could not prevent the person from slipping.
The craftsman hoisted it up.
Theresa frowned on the side. He did not agree with Dulang's reason for mobilizing troops.
"But flax rope is already the strongest rope we can find. Even flax rope is very scarce now. All the flax has been collected recently. Mr. Durang, we can't do better, let alone
, this is a problem caused by the craftsman himself."
"If the rope had been thicker, Vern wouldn't have died!"
"If the craftsman had been more careful, he would not have died."
"Lord Theresa, 'the craftsman', he has a name, his name is Fern!"
"Okay, okay, Fern, Fern, I understand, but why did something happen to him and not others?"
The matter reached a deadlock, and Lester could only knock on the table to signal the two of them to calm down.
"You two, now is not the time to argue.
The project cannot continue to stop, otherwise it will seriously delay the construction period. The Freljordians will soon go south, and Galio must complete it as scheduled. Do you understand? How many people will die in Demacia without Galio? You two, this
It is a war without smoke, and we have no room for bargaining."
Taking a deep breath, Durang nodded, as did Theresa.
"very good."
Lester picked up the broken linen rope again.
"In future work, we must put the inspection of safety ropes first and never use worn ropes. This is what we can do at present. In addition, we should take the initiative to obtain more from other countries through trade.
flax or rope. With enough flax, we can make thicker ropes. Master Durang, Your Excellency Theresa, do you understand what I mean? If there is a problem, we should find a way to solve it, so that the problem can be solved.
The less.”
The two nodded.
"If you understand, just do it. I don't want to see a second stoppage of work. It will seriously dampen the enthusiasm of the craftsmen. As for Fern's funeral, I think Lord Jarvan will not be stingy with his favor. Other craftsmen
I still have to leave the ideological work to you, Master Du Lang."
"I understand, I will resume work on time tomorrow."
After Durang left, Theresa said disdainfully to Lester.
"Look, Mr. Leicester, these mud-legged people have a lot to do. How many of our nobles died on the battlefield in order to defend this country? Now for such an important project, if only one mud-legged person dies, the work will be stopped. It takes this or that.
He bargains hard, knows no etiquette and is ungrateful. If he dares to stop work today, will he dare to ask for a noble title tomorrow?
They never think about what they have done for this country. These mud-legged people only know how to take, and they have no positive effect like those foreign refugees... In my opinion, Lord Jarvan is still too kind to these guys."
Without responding to Theresa's words, Lester said calmly.
"They have their responsibilities, and we have our responsibilities. We are all the same, we just work hard... Your Excellency Theresa, I have to trouble you to buy more linen."
Theresa nodded, looking a little embarrassed.
"Having said that, this matter is really not easy to handle. We have basically purchased all the flax in the villages south of the Shuoyin Mountains. If we want to get more flax, we can only go to our neighbors to the east in a short time.
wanted."
"The Emerald Territory of Noxus? Although we, Demacia, and the Emerald Territory have some minor frictions, who would struggle with money? If the money is gone, we can make it again, but if our soldiers are gone, it will take fifteen years to rebuild."
growing up."
"That's true, then I'll take my leave, Lord Leicester."
"Please."
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The moonlight fell, and Demacia was immersed in the quietness of the chirping of insects. A drunken middle-aged man shook his body and passed the inspection of the Dauntless Vanguard and arrived in the southern suburbs.
Durang climbed up the scaffolding to the base of the Colossus, sat down at the feet of the Colossus, and burped.
The blood stains on his right foot had long since dried up and turned into dark patches. Du Lang scratched his messy hair, his expression a little depressed.
"Although I really want to refute it,... Lord Lester is right. Galio, the significance of your existence is far greater than that of ordinary people like us. Our death will not affect the development of Demacia, and if you don't
If it appears, Demacia will be harmed by those evil mages, and more innocent people will appear."
The man placed his hand on the solid and reliable instep of the colossus. The thing on the instep carried the man's lifelong expectations. From the bottom of his heart, he longed to create a legend belonging to Demacia with his own hands.
"Child, I believe you can play an incomparable role. The Forbidden Magic Stone is the most magical thing in the world. Evil magic is raging everywhere in this world, and all lives are devastated. Only this holy thing can wash away the filth. This You are a miracle, and you will be a miracle shaped by miracles. You are the son of a miracle, my child."
The dizzy man lay on the instep of the giant statue, his clothes covering the bloody marks on the instep.
Here, Du Lang can see further, and the man's vision is somewhat vague, as if he has traveled through time and space and seen the great miracles of thousands of years ago.
"My grandma once told me a great story... Hiccup ~ Nezuk'r, some say he is the elemental mage in the eastern jungle of Shurima continent, others say he is the emperor of Shurima, in short , Ner'zuk'er built an aerial fortress called 'Monolith', Monolith drove away all kinds of monsters on the Shurima continent and saved many people."
The middle-aged man leaned on the calf of the colossus, struggled to open his eyes, and then quickly closed them after failure.
"Gario, I want to be that kind of person too, can you be my 'monolith'..."
