"You're all up, how long do you want to sleep?" A voice woke everyone up.
Bedivere (Albert) got up and rubbed his eyes. The dragon-man demon Bors was shouting outside the tent. A bright campfire was lit outside, replacing the sun that was supposed to come out, waking everyone up.
"There are obviously no living creatures in the mirror world, so we can rest peacefully ---" Ivan kept complaining as soon as he got up.
"You have slept for six hours, and you are well rested." Boles acted as a guard while everyone was sleeping. Although it was not necessary, the golem, who could not sleep, insisted on doing so.
"He definitely did it on purpose." Tristan got up sleepily, "If he can't sleep, does he need others to sleep with him?"
------Right, little rabbit?"
Ryder didn't answer and pretended to still be sleeping. He didn't sleep well last night (Tristan pinched him so tightly that he felt uncomfortable just lying down, let alone sleeping), and now he was in a trance.
"Let's set off. We still have a long way to go." Merlin stood up and raised his hand, sucking the tent away instantly and putting it into his magic hat.
"Actually, I really hope there are some means of transportation. It's not an option to go on like this." Ivan looked at Merlin expectantly.
The nurse frowned: "Today's young people are so spoiled that they are unwilling to walk even a few steps. What's wrong, do you expect me to carry a spaceship with me?"
"Actually--" Tristan muttered something in Merlin's ear.
Merlin thought for a while: "Well, that is possible. But, what should be used as propulsion?"
"You are a powerful magician, and you will always find a way." Tristan promised.
Merlin scratched his head and was flattered by the fish-man prince's sweet words, "Okay... I do have a prop similar to a power source, although I don't really want to use it------"
"You are such a generous person, you will not be stingy with that little magic weapon. Why don't you show it to everyone?" Tristan flattered while busy casting spells to create transportation tools.
His idea was simple: to build a sleigh big enough for everyone to sit on. The sled was ready in less than a minute and was twenty feet long, enough for everyone present to sit on it.
Its bottom is shaped to be extremely smooth, and it can slide almost friction-free on the great plains of Romani.
The only problem is propulsion.
Everyone turned their attention to Merlin. Seeing that he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off, the assassin could only sigh: "Okay, I'll just take it out. But you have to promise us first that no matter what you see, don't tell anyone. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded.
Merlin calmly reached into his magic hat with one hand. His hand passed through the entrance to the space, reached into the subspace where props were stored in the hat, and took out a small prop.
"It's...a box?" Ivan couldn't help but say. What can a small box do?
Merlin ignored Ivan and walked over to install the box on the rear of the sled.
The box began to deform and decompress. It stretched out four mechanical arms and embedded them firmly into the tail of the sled. At the same time, it turned on its propeller: a strange-shaped photon explosion engine.
"Wow." Bedivere (Albert) couldn't help but keep silent.
It is impossible to fit such a large engine into a small box. It must have used subspace technology inside. I am afraid that the space has been folded several times, allowing these large mechanical parts to be stored one after another, and eventually shrunk into
That little box.
Tristan couldn't help but ask: "What era of technology is this? Is it an artifact left by ancient people?"
Modern people's application of subspace is still at a very rough stage. At most, they can create a subspace, stuff things into it, and use it as a warehouse.
Using subspace technology so exquisitely is definitely not something modern people can do.
Merlin smiled mysteriously: "I told you, no matter what you see, don't tell anything."
It was not an ancient artifact, but a gadget made by Merlin using his own knowledge.
The knowledge and technology possessed by Guangling Merlin originally originated from the ancient gods and humans. The science and technology he possessed at the time is still with him and is buried deep in his "memory bank".
Of course, no one in this world should know about these things, otherwise Merlin's secret as a light spirit will be exposed.
He pretended to agree with Tristan, making everyone think that the box was an ancient artifact excavated from an ancient ruins.
"We have the thruster, but where is the power source?" Ivan asked, "Does it consume kerosene, gasoline, or ------"
"It doesn't consume fuel. It's always moving." Merlin replied lightly, "I won't explain the principle."
A perpetual motion machine!
"Everyone, come on up!" Merlin had already jumped on the sleigh, "Enough time has been wasted, it's time to set off."
"Wait a minute." Tristan thought, "We are moving in this mirror world, and Elaine can't sense the conditions in the outside world. What if we move too fast and go too far?"
"It would be great if White Bear pointed out the direction." Ivan also jumped on the sled, "If we go in that direction, we will definitely encounter a large research facility. Even if it is buried deep underground, I can still see something strange."
You won’t go too far, don’t worry.”
"Okay." Tristan thought this made sense, and got on the sled with everyone.
"Then," Merlin sat next to the propeller and fiddled with the dashboard of the thing a few times, "Let's go."
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The propeller started to operate, making a low roar. Ivan thought to himself where he had heard this sound before. By the way, the sound of the propeller was very similar to that of Arthur's Dragon Rider, and the engine structure was probably from the same source.
Bump! Just as Ivan was distracted, the monster-like engine had been fully warmed up and ejected an astonishing amount of photon flames. It brought terrible acceleration and pushed the sled hundreds of yards in an instant!
"Whoa, ah, ah, ah, slow down!!!!!"
"What did you say?!"
"Slow down---point---!!" Tristan and Ivan shouted in unison: "The sled is about to disintegrate!" "We are about to freeze to death!"
"So today's young people--" Merlin pressed the speed control device on the panel.
The propeller immediately roared harder, ejecting more powerful flames, pushing the sled forward.
"Are you sure this is slowing down?" Ivan exclaimed.
"Hey, I pressed the wrong button. Sorry, hahahahahaha." Merlin laughed irresponsibly.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaa," accompanied by the screams of a group of people, the sled turned into a silver shadow and flew through the wilderness of the mirror world.