The sunshine in early spring shines warmly on people, but the sea breeze coming from the pavement still carries the last bit of chill. People standing on the pier can clearly feel the light sea mist blowing from their faces.
This is unusual - not because of the sea fog, but because there are so many people surrounding the pier.
If there was nothing going on, there would never have been so many people gathering on the pier of Xingdao. After all, there are no temporary jobs here, and there are no vendors selling freshly caught fish along the street.
These people wore robes with one golden thread, and some had two. They had meticulously combed hairstyles - if there were any hair at all. Some of them still held magic staffs in their hands. If they walked to the mainland, no matter what
Wherever you go, you will only be addressed as: "Master Mage."
But on this small pier, they stretched their necks and looked at what was moving among the crowd. It was neither huge nor luxurious, and was even a rough steel creation. They also let out exclamations of exclamation from time to time.
Outside the working range of this steel creation, Bolu, who was surrounded by the center, felt a little uncomfortable. He looked back and endured the background noise for a while. But the crowd did not disperse, but instead
There are more and more.
He finally couldn't help but asked:
"What's going on today? Are you going to the pier for a spring outing? Where are there so many people?"
"A group of people were temporarily dispatched to the dock today just to help you load all these things onto the ship."
"Then why don't I know? Do you really use these first-level mages as coolies?"
Zhu Yiwei rolled her eyes at Polu.
"What kind of hard work is it for them to practice the magic hand? Anyway, it's either moving this or moving rocks. Besides, didn't I expect you to slap me on the head again? No matter how you think about it, you just brought these few people, there is no reason to pretend so quickly
That’s right.”
She looked at the three robot arms lined up in front of her and the steel conveyor belt that was running on its own: "I didn't expect that when I went to the library to copy some information, you put it into practical use."
"Practical use? It's out of the question. Now I can only do some rough and unsophisticated work."
Beside the two of them, there were three consoles side by side. The young apprentices were controlling the work of three huge six-claw manipulators. The charger was humming, and the thick one was made of many steel roots.
The steel arm composed of steel pipes is pushed by the force field, rotating slowly and unstoppably.
It lowered its head and dug its sharp claws into the pile of debris piled on the dock. The force field generators lit up one after another. They pushed the connecting rod to retreat, and the claw tips began to shrink under the pull of the connecting rod, causing people to
There was a grinding sound of metal, as the remains were firmly grasped in the claws.
The arm holding the wreckage was raised high, and it turned a 180-degree circle and moved to the open roof of the general cargo ship. Someone on the side of the ship raised a small flag in his hand to indicate a slight adjustment of direction, and then the mechanical claw was released.
The metal fragments fell into the warehouse under the influence of gravity. They shone fleetingly in the air, like fine sand falling from a girl's fingertips, which was as fascinating as the ones falling from the girl's fingertips.
Bolu watched the fragments clinking into the warehouse, feeling the joy of a good harvest inexplicably.
"Am I returning home with a full load?"
"It's just wreckage, isn't it?"
Polu shook his head and thought to himself: "You don't understand us Hamster Party members."
Polu, who didn't expect anyone to support the garbage collection business, couldn't find a muscular man who could lift all these things. Although there was a simple crane beside the ship, anything that could be lifted by the crane had to be packed first.
Especially the metal fragments should not be packed casually, otherwise it would be tragic if they fall apart in the air.
But making a batch of containers for this seems very unnecessary. In the end, you have to rely on manpower to put the contents into the containers, which is very troublesome. Anyway, you can just pull it back and return it to the furnace. You might as well just grab it with your claws.
As more and more debris accumulated, Poru stared at the warning water mark of the Kono as it gradually approached the water. With a trace of inexplicable regret, he ended the first experimental loading and unloading of the mechanical claw.
The distance between the two islands only took half a day to sail under the steam engine, and other preparations had already been made. After saying goodbye, the two ships blew their whistles and left the dock.
Zhu Yiwei looked back with some worry at the Kono that was following behind her. The coastline was receding further and further away, and she could no longer see it. Constance, on the other hand, was sitting on the toilet, with his head peeking out from the open roof of the general cargo cabin.
The blue light on his face was still on, which showed that the magic vision was still working. But he just lowered his head and showed almost no reaction to everything around him.
"He can't stay like this forever, can he?"
When encountering this kind of thing, the mages understood Constance's situation very well. Anyway, they were not in a hurry to let Constance do anything at the moment. After hearing about Polu's minicomputer plan, they simply asked Polu to take him to Tower Island.
Come, it will not only facilitate research, but also allow him to leave the warehouse where it is easy to get emotional.
Polu also looked back and replied:
"It's hard to persuade him about this kind of thing. Let's see when he figures it out. I think he'll be fine. He can survive being in a dark room for so many years. He should be depressed for a while. By the way,
Should I tell him about the minicomputer and give him something to look forward to?"
"If you are sure that you will make it soon, just tell him."
Polu shook his head: "That's hard to say. It's not difficult to just make a mobile walking shell, but it's hard to say how to adapt it to Constance's core. The teacher didn't come back either.
Let me try it first."
"Then wait until you finish building it and ask how the core research is going here."
"That's the only way it can be. By the way, why did you bring so many scrolls up?"
Before departure, Polu let the borrowed trolley play its last role, pulling the scrolls several times and filling the chart room. When she heard Polu's question, she showed a headache:
"Preparation for promotion. Practice the changes and calculations of various spell models. There is no other way. I promised the teacher that I will be promoted at this time next year, so I must work hard this year."
At this point, she paused, shook her head and sighed: "Forget it, I still care about others, I don't know what to do next. I won't say anything anymore, I'll go back to study."
She left the bridge, while Boru stayed to enjoy the rare leisure time of staring at the sea while thinking about how much profit he could get from recycling materials.
In his opinion, if they are just pure steel, there is no need to haul them to the tower island. You can just build a small stove for them yourself. However, the golems made by the mages are made of luxurious materials, and there are many high-end pieces among the piled up pieces.
High-grade alloys, inlays, and coatings. Each fragment can be exchanged for a large sum of money in the secular world, and this is why the original survivors collected these fragments.
Because of the existence of classification spells, as long as these parts can be re-melted into flowing liquids, separating them is much more convenient than using Blue Star technology. Then the only problem is how to melt them all - the melting point of high-grade alloys
Although I'm not sure, Bolu's feeling is at least not lower than that of Tungsten.
With the current furnace, it is indeed quite difficult to completely dissolve this mess of ingredients. For this reason, Bolu went to the library to look for a larger and more intense high-temperature generation mechanism. Although he did get
He used some seemingly powerful methods, but if he didn't want to directly burn through the furnace body or blow off the top cover, he had to redesign a furnace.
Time flew by while he was thinking, and by the time he had almost sorted out the vague ideas in his mind, the fleet had docked smoothly at the dock.
After driving a pickup truck to deliver the piled scroll boxes to Zhu Yiwei's laboratory, he returned to his own laboratory and spread out a large piece of scratch paper on the workbench.