"Put on your robe first before running around, be careful not to catch a cold." This is the fourth day that Boom and the others left Scholar's Mountain, and it is also the first day of the Beaver Moon.
The tail of autumn slowly wriggles in the distance, rolling up the red maples and knocking off the flower buds. In the end, only a bare winding path is left, a journey that feels slightly cold.
"I'm not afraid of the cold. Who wants to wear those leather robes? They're too bulky." Liuhua ran a few steps after hearing this, then turned to make a face at Boom.
Rikka is very happy these days, but not because she arrived in the Principality of Moroniel, but because she found enough gold coins and magic crystals in Scholar Mountain.
"Indeed, idiots will never get sick. Don't run too far. No one will look for you if you get lost!" Boom smiled bitterly and shook his head, but he didn't pay attention to the little girl's madness. Rikka is a lively and cheerful person. If it really quiets down that day, Boom will feel that something is wrong. And in Boom's opinion, young people should move more and don't sleep in the room all day long. "We estimate that we will arrive at 'Gring Castle' tomorrow. It is one of the two main cities of the Principality of Moroniel and is known as the 'Home of Goblins'."
Christine said with a smile while looking at the huge looming silhouette in the distance. This was the planned itinerary of the three of them, but they killed nearly a hundred Moronir scholars along the way.
The "Gring Castle" that Christine refers to is a huge town located in the southeast of the Principality of Moronir. However, compared to the scene of Star City where sacred texts are everywhere, it seems a bit "
"Sideways".
Although the name "House of Goblins" is well known to the world, many people misunderstand the meaning of these four words. This is because Gling Castle pays more attention to the technological products of the goblins, rather than the fact that there are a large number of goblins in it.
Family.
"Well, it turns out that my idea is the most perfect. Maybe I shouldn't use the word 'perfect', because 'perfect' indicates that there is no possibility of any breakthrough."
"The airship is still too bulky. Apart from carrying supplies, it cannot directly deal a fatal blow to the enemy. The aircraft I designed by simulating flying birds can only carry five people, but it is twenty times faster." "If the five of them are all peak experts, then their sudden fall from the sky will surely completely defeat the opponent, or at least surrender."
"Then there is only one question left. How to manufacture such sophisticated technological products? It is absolutely impossible to seek help from the goblins, but in terms of the manufacturing technology of the ancient continent, this is no different from the sky.
Tan."
The middle-aged man chattered endlessly in the secret room, sometimes lowering his head to revise the sketch, sometimes beating his chest, hating that no one in the Principality of Moronil could meet his requirements.
This man's name is Maivis, who is not only the Lord of Gringburg, but also one of the few disciples of Saint Joshua. But Maivis doesn't like chatting in front of the statues of gods all day long. He thinks that now
The world is just a resting point on the journey, and the end point will definitely be more dazzling.
And those lights are definitely not the blessing of the gods, because only technology can completely subvert the world and make everyone live more comfortable and comfortable.
The sun will be blocked by dark clouds, but the goblin clock can perform its duties due to the action of its internal spring; the candlelight will eventually extinguish, but the magic crystal lantern can always emit light; the prosthetic limb is just a cover-up.
,Only the Goblin Wheelchair will allow those unfortunate people to move freely again.
The infinite thirst for technology and the almost fanatical expectation for the future, this is everything about Mavis, and this is the direction he has worked hard for half his life.
He is not a fighting spirit professional, let alone a magic apprentice. Therefore, as an ordinary human who can only live for a hundred years, his persistence is even more valuable. But Maivis also has his own shortcomings, that is, he has never been able to get rid of his "friction".
"Ronier" identity. Everything is from the perspective of the principality. Perhaps this is the shackles that hinder the spread of his ideas.
"Lord Maivis, this is the news from Scholar Mountain. According to the patrol team, Scholar Mountain is now in mourning. It seems that it has been hit hard by some powerful force."
There was a knock on the door suddenly, and the commander of Gling Castle immediately pushed the door open. His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he seemed at a loss. Scholars Mountain was captured, and if they really want to be harshly criticized, Gling Castle will bear the brunt. And in
He who controls the principality's cavalry in Gring Castle will probably appear on the death row list without any surprise.
"When such a big mess occurs, you should be the first to notify Star City and come to look for me. I am just an ordinary person, do you plan to let me carry a kitchen knife to fight to the death?"
"What are you doing here? If you are also interested in these goblin technologies, I wouldn't mind giving you some pointers."
When Mavis heard this, he just frowned, then lowered his head and revised the sketch. The commander of Gringburg sighed, then no longer hesitated, turned around and left.
For him, the death of Scholar Mountain is the most important thing at the moment, but for Mavis, nothing can resist the temptation of technology, even the sudden death of his mentor, Saint Joshua.
"What about Scholar Mountain, what kind of inexplicable invasion by foreign enemies. My time is limited, and I don't have the energy and time to participate in those troubles."
"The gods? The Hall of Valor? They are just illusory things that only exist in the mouths of bards. If the gods really exist, then why do they ignore the world's suffering? If there really is the so-called Hall of Valor, how can it be?
Bones buried in the mountains?"
"Ridiculous constraints, unreasonable ideas, and baseless whims. Stupidity is talked about by everyone, but the world doesn't know that they are the most stupid existences."
Mervis muttered incessantly, but the aircraft on the sketch became more and more lifelike. As for the dozens of notebooks stacked next to it, they were the data to support Mervis's point of view, and whether the aircraft would eventually be comparable.
The key to the goblin airship.
The "sinner" who questions the gods and ignores the dangers of Scholar Mountain is the attitude of Mavis, and it is the reason why he can be compared with the goblin craftsman.
Madness can be like Boom, who kills enemies wantonly in a state of madness; it can be Rikka's determination to not hesitate to consume her life force; or it can be Christine's tenacity to guard the giant rock cradle day and night.
Maivis is also crazy, but his method is not recognized by the world. Even in the Principality of Moronir, where there are as many scholars as dogs, he is an outlier.
But even so, Mavis never gave up on his ideas. Therefore, he moved from Star City to Gringberg and chose to study hard in this isolated place.
There is no need for fine clothes or food, no need for gold and silver, and no need to hold a magic crystal to fight against others. Maivis only needs a quill and some papyrus, and he can hide in the stone room without a trace for half a year.
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Even many times, in Maivis's view, sleep is a waste of life. If possible, he would rather choose not to eat or drink to maximize his research time, maybe so he can truly surpass those goblin craftsmen, maybe