"You really don't want to accept it? You don't even want the copper? The amount this time is huge!"
"Super? Huge?"
Polu, who was shaking his head and waving his hands, suddenly froze.
For Tadao Industry, which uses copper wire all the time, copper is as important a resource as food!
If people don’t have food to eat, they won’t be able to live. Without copper, the industry won’t be able to expand its production capacity!
The desire for copper is like ocean waves, hitting the rock of reason one after another. Bolu's heart is like a cat that smells canned food, almost unable to control himself and pounces on it!
But if you look closely, you will find that the location of this can is very subtle - you need to climb over a high wall and then rush into the territory of a group of stray dogs!
To make matters worse, these stray dogs even chased me!
"Is this a business or a bait?"
He wailed in his heart, and at the same time couldn't help but curse these untrustworthy guys again.
Copper, or 90% risk of being robbed, that's a problem.
Although it is said that wealth can be found through risk, this risk is like a Russian roulette loaded with five bullets, and it is too difficult!
The balance in his heart swayed between gambling on life and getting rich for a long time before he made up his mind: "I still don't want to take it. Who doesn't want copper, but it also depends on whether you can take it with your life. Their business is too risky, I'm a little bit
I can’t bear it.”
Zhu Yiwei looked at Polu with regret written on his face and couldn't help but want to laugh:
"So, it's not that you don't want to do this order, but the risk is too high and you can't bear it?"
"Yeah. Otherwise, there is no reason not to do such a profitable business. But, I really don't dare."
"I understand, then I will repay you like this."
As she spoke, she raised her hand.
"Wait a minute, please tell me by the way, the parts for the second golem have been gathered. When will it be activated?"
"Oh? What about the third channel?"
"There is no third channel."
Polu's tone was decisive. He pointed to the parts on the ground: "The parts that are still intact are already with Constance. The batch of parts on the ground now are for repairing the second golem, and this batch of parts is only half
, it has been repaired by desoldering, desoldering, and welding. For the third one, we can’t get the parts together no matter what.”
"Liar, there are obviously so many more."
"If you don't care about reliability, you can make it together, but what's the use of a golem that can fall apart at any time? To be honest, if you force repair, the time and cost may be longer than rebuilding a new part."
"What about our awakening plan?"
"Shh!"
Polu whispered, while secretly pointing at Constance.
"I already have an idea. I'll start testing it when we get back. Now he can only sit like this and it's quite uncomfortable. This kind of large battle golem is not possible for the time being, but we can try to make a small one that can allow them to carry out daily activities.
machine."
"Don't let him hear it."
Constance, who was deliberately concealed, had no idea that the excitement he had just awakened had passed, and as a lord, the indifference and aloofness that had long become a part of his soul returned to him.
He sat quietly on the steel toilet, making no sound.
He just lowered his head and watched the little guys in front of him busy, just like he used to watch his own children running around in the courtyard.
He watched as the gantry crane was pushed to assemble the parts of the second golem.
Those parts had traces that were familiar to him.
He was sure he had seen it, but after a long period of time and memory loss, he could no longer remember which comrade's body it was.
"Look at this, you guys didn't fare well after I fell, old man."
Soon, he watched the golem that looked almost the same as himself being completely assembled, and then watched it make simple movements under the control of the control panel. Some inexplicable thoughts emerged in his heart that had been silent for many years.
mood.
"What does this feel like? Expectation? Or nervousness? Who will wake up this time? Godfrey? Or Hugo?"
After all, he doesn't have much interest in communicating with these people who are hundreds of years younger than him.
The little guys who were working didn't quite understand what he said. And what the little guys were saying was not very clear to him either.
The ravines created by long time are always so difficult to cross.
Therefore, he eagerly wanted to be with his comrades again - even if it meant sitting on the toilet together and reminiscing about the past.
When a group of people walked into the control room again, he understood that the day that aroused his emotional fluctuations had arrived.
All preparations had been made, all inspections had been completed, and as a familiar buzzing sound sounded, the blue light lit up.
Constance suddenly felt another wave of emotion.
This feeling seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't recall it. It took him a while to recall it from the memory fragment of when he was sixteen years old, when he first set out to hunt down a thief.
This feeling was so strong and heavy that he suddenly remembered the sticky cold sweat on his palms at that time.
"I thought that after experiencing so many things and turning into an iron box, I would never be nervous again."
He smiled inwardly.
"It seems I'm not too old yet."
He looked at the demon statue expectantly, expecting it to move or make a familiar sound.
However, as time passed by, there was no movement from the demon statue, it just lay there quietly.
He heard the little people below talking, like a pot of boiling water.
Even if he doesn't understand this anymore, he still knows that there is something wrong with the wake-up process.
The little guy named Polu who had repaired himself ran to him: "Sir, there is something wrong with the golem's awakening. We don't know now whether it is the golem itself or the core problem. I have a test method, which is to put
Put your core on that golem and give it a try. Of course, this requires your consent."
"I agree."
"Thank you, we'll do it as soon as possible."
When Constance saw things again, he felt that he had changed his body.
He turned his head slightly, and his perspective moved accordingly. He heard his own voice sounding normally from the loudspeaker: "It seems there is no problem. I can turn my head and see. Now it is confirmed and I can still speak."
The sound of discussion rang out beneath me.
"Then there should be no problem with the golem itself?"
"Maybe there is nothing wrong with the golem, but it may be the possibility that we least want to see."
Another voice sounded.
"No way..."
"If there is no reaction, it can only be because of that, right?"
"Anyway, it's all dismantled. Let's try all the other cores on Constance's body first, and then try it here. Then put Constance back together, and wake up.
continue."
When the perspective switched again, he found that several pieces of golem cores were placed next to the golem.
silence.
silence.
silence.
This silence seemed to be contagious among the crowd, and even the group of children who were usually the most active lost their spirits. A mood called solemnity permeated under the tall dome.
As if mourning something.
He saw Polu walking to Hendrick's side with his head lowered, and reported in a low voice: "The complete cores of the same model have been tested. All..."
At this moment, Constance felt that his expectations were like a magic crystal being hit by a war hammer, breaking into pieces and splashing everywhere.
He wanted to talk but didn't know what to say.
He suppressed himself again, fearing that if he moved too much he would fall into darkness again and miss something.
He tried to recall the faces of his comrades.
His friends, his knights, his men, his squires, his arms.
And those days of sincerity and sincerity are enough to bring joy to a lifetime.
However, those familiar faces have long become unclear and seem to become ethereal, like mist that is about to dissipate.
He quickly turned his head and stared at the pieced-together golem, trying to get some hints from it so that he could recall them more clearly and understand them more clearly.
The demon statue lay there quietly, and the particularly dazzling light today on the constant light dome cast a deep shadow on its body surface, like a knife or an axe.
Its body is covered with mottled marks, like a weathered sculpture.
It was only at this moment that he was sure that his friends were different from him and would never wake up again.