Since the last poetry class, West no longer dared to teach a group of problem people like us, and I was happy to have some leisure time and started squatting in my studio in the dwarf tribe, drawing various mechanical design drawings.
Well, it's not the design drawings of war machinery, but the design drawings of various large-scale mechanical agricultural tools.
Don't look down on these things. If conditions permit, with the help of large machinery, one person can sow, fertilize and harvest thousands of acres of land without any pressure.
In this way, the productivity here will be greatly improved, we can obtain more food to supply the army, and the free productivity can be easily transferred to other places to carry out more important work.
Of course, mechanical design is very time-consuming. It is basically impossible to design a large combine harvester if you have never done it before.
But fortunately, before time travel, because I was in an industrial park, I had seen basically all kinds of large machinery, and I knew the general principles. I could just copy it and improve it myself. A certain invention program on AV also provided it to me.
Got a lot of inspiration.
Anyway, there is no way the patent office will come to this world to trouble me, so there is no pressure to plagiarize!
As a result, several design drawings were produced a day, and soon the dwarf foundry base was filled with various agricultural machinery.
After various tests, it was directly thrown into the farmland for testing, and received rave reviews.
It's just that some farmland is not suitable for large-scale machinery to work, causing various discomforts in the machinery. But it's not a big problem. Just wait until next year, slightly transform the farmland, and driven by a large magic machine, one person can plant thousands of crops.
Acres of land are nothing.
Of course, all kinds of pesticides and fertilizers must also keep up.
But since the weather is approaching autumn anyway, we are not particularly anxious about fertilizers and pesticides. It will be good if we can build these factories in winter.
Well, after doing so much, it’s not like I didn’t get any benefits at all.
Don't even think about gold coins or anything like that. After teasing Anne in a letter one time, Anne angrily told me about my double reimbursement, and my source of small money disappeared.
However, since these agricultural machinery were distributed, skills and other skills have begun to increase slowly.
Because all agricultural machinery has my name and portrait printed on it, as long as the agricultural machinery is distributed to these farmers, they will basically recognize me.
Although in my opinion this is simply a shameful play.
But for the sake of skill points, I let these bastards snicker and spray-paint my name and avatar everywhere on the agricultural machinery.
But when I "accidentally" told Liara one day that this was also a way to obtain the power of faith, the large combine harvester with Liara's image painted on its entire appearance rolled out of the factory. Look.
I just want to laugh.
That guy Liara is not afraid of those bachelors masturbating to her portrait, her white vagina is exposed!
Of course, it’s not like nothing happened in the past few days that made me upset.
That strange lunch box actually started to appear on my workbench again!
Since I saw this standard lunch box on my workbench yesterday, I decided to remodel my workbench directly.
Next, I will see who has nothing to do to bring me lunch.
So while I was directing the dwarves to assemble the new seeder, there was a sudden scream and alarm from my workbench.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of dwarves holding wrenches and hammers, West, the idiot, was hoisted up with the lunch box in his hand. All the food in the lunch box spilled out, staining West's coat greasy.
"Why are you standing here? Are you that good-looking?" When West looked at me pleadingly with pitiful eyes, I couldn't bear it and shouted to the dwarf next to me who was holding various weapons in various senses: "
If there is a good show, let others come and watch it together!"
West looked at the sky speechlessly.
"By the way, bring out the new torture rack I made, I want to play with it!" Just when the guard dwarves started to call their friends everywhere, I quickly added.
There were tears flashing in the corners of West's eyes.
A moment later, at the huge testing ground next to the Dwarf Foundry Center, with thousands of people watching, West was hung on a strange shelf and was being interrogated by me.
Well, among the thousands of onlookers, there were the guards lying on the ground in excitement, the dwarves happily pressing on the guards, and the elves with amazing eyesight standing on the roof to watch.
Of course, the one who attracted the most attention was Senior Feilin who was yelling at me. No matter how hard Peter tried, he couldn't hold her back.
Because this shelf reminded Felin of a very bad memory.
"So, prisoner West, do you have anything to say?" I said, holding a huge syringe (5.8 mm needle) and looking at West, who was placed in a "big" shape.
"May I ask Judge Qin Xin, what mistake did I make?" West, who could not move, stared at the shining needle and asked me in a trembling voice.
"Tell me, what's the purpose of pretending to be Liara to deliver food to me?" The syringe filled with pepper solution was slowly approaching West, making him want to step back.
But how could dozens of fixed devices made of alloy break free so easily? West's efforts turned into a good show that everyone loved to see.
"Is there something disgusting mixed in it to satisfy my desire for revenge, or is it mixed with some poison to avenge me for stepping on you?" The bangs in front of my forehead blocked the dazzling sunlight at noon, making my eyes
His eyes were gloomy.
"I didn't add anything!" West shouted loudly, still trying to break free.
"Oh, I like it best if I don't shed tears before seeing the coffin." I put away the syringe in my hand and looked at the onlookers at the Military Academy with a warm smile on my face.
The Military Academy is right next to the forging area. When building the Military Academy, we also considered allowing the people in the Military Academy to protect the very important Dwarf Forging Area.
It's lunch time now, and all the guys in the military academy who have nothing to do for the time being come to watch.
"Everyone, watch out. Now, I will demonstrate to you a new way to force a confession." I shook the red syringe in my hand and said, "This one is filled with peppers, a specialty of the elves. I think everyone knows how delicious it is.
It’s all very clear.”
Not long ago, a lovelorn elf girl in the military academy threw this kind of hot pepper into the cauldron in the cafeteria out of revenge for the society.
At noon that day, the scene of countless human dwarves and elves running out with their hands on their necks looking for water was simply spectacular.
After that, the elf girl was taken away by the black elf queen, saying that she was going to be bred or something.
When I saw her again, this elf girl was happily bulging while humming a tune while cooking in the cafeteria, paying no attention to those military academy students whose eyes could kill.
Well, I don’t want to tell you about the various social problems caused by the lack of male surnames in the elves, but I want to say that this pepper is really spicy.
Because I was also infected that day! I can’t stand eating raw chili peppers!
"If this kind of pepper accidentally comes into contact with the body's vagina, what kind of effects will it have?" I looked at everyone with a sweet smile.
Although these guys were retreating in fear.
"Just in time, we now have a very good experimental material here. Not only can we test the direct effect of the new torture method on extorting confessions, but the instructors of the intelligence class can also test the effectiveness of this torture method." I pushed it with my hand.
The syringe spilled some of the pepper water inside on the ground, making a slightly corrosive sound.
"So, our classmate West, do you have anything to say now?" I looked at West with a smile. "What is your purpose? Who ordered it?"
"I really just brought you lunch, I have no other ideas!!!"
"Then there's nothing more to say." I pulled the lever, and West was turned over, raising his arms to face everyone.
"Now, if I pour the juice from the ground pepper directly into the chrysanthemum, what kind of effect will it have?" I said with a dark face while tilting the lever.
The flexible metal arm above has already begun to pull off West's pants.
"No, don't." West, who was only wearing a pair of white underpants, exclaimed: "I like you, Miss Qin Xin!!!"
ha?
Hearing West's words, I was stunned. I just subconsciously pushed the syringe forward, slowly pushed in the pepper water and started injecting.
"proud!!!"
West's screams echoed in the dwarf king's city. (To be continued.)
