Lawrence, who was sitting in the wheelchair, was silent for a while, looked up at Richard, and said slowly: "If you really want to know my secret, I can tell you.
Why do I know how to make clocks and guns? Quite simply, it's all because of my ancestors.
My ancestor was once a craftsman in the Black Spirit Empire many years ago. He worked in a very famous workshop. Because it was so long ago, I don't know the specific situation, but one thing is certain, that is: after the demise of the Black Spirit Empire and his death, a large number of books and drawings were left to my family.
Almost no one in our family could understand these books and drawings, but my grandfather could understand them, and then my grandfather taught them to my father, and my father taught them to me.
After my father passed away, I concentrated on making more than what my father taught me, and that's what you see in this room. "
"Is that so?" Richard narrowed his eyes.
If what Lawrence said is true, then the Black Spirit Empire will once again add a piece to the puzzle—the other party not only has outstanding biological knowledge (island treasures), superb magic materials (recent research), but also extremely advanced mechanical creations.
The firearms manufactured by Lawrence are definitely more than one generation behind the former Black Spirit Empire. After all, the source of all this is just Lawrence's ancestor - an original craftsman. So what level will the Black Spirit Empire's pinnacle mechanical creation reach
Maxim machine gun? Heavy tank
Difference engine? Assembly line factory
Everything doesn't look too surprising, but what about the word "magic"
After all, the Black Spirit Empire is a wizarding kingdom. If machinery and magic are combined, and special magic materials are added, it is difficult to imagine that something exaggerated will be produced.
Richard took a deep breath.
At this time, Lawrence looked over and said: "Okay, boy, I have told you my secret. Shouldn't you also tell me your secret? Don't try to cheat."
Richard looked at Lawrence and said, "I won't be lazy, but my secret is actually somewhat similar to yours."
"Similar?" Lawrence asked, "You mean you know so much because of the things left by your ancestors?"
"Absolutely, but the difference is that my ancestor is not one person, but many people - it is the knowledge passed down by countless people in my hometown that makes me know so much."
"Where is your hometown?"
"There is a small place very far away that you probably haven't heard of. It's called Earth."
"Earth?" Lawrence frowned after hearing this, "Isn't your hometown a ball?"
Richard had expected it and said calmly: "'Earth' is my hometown language. If I use the dialect here on the east coast, it should be called 'Earth'."
"'Us'?" Lawrence nodded, "It sounds like a place name, much better than that 'ball', but I really haven't heard of it."
After a pause, Lawrence looked at Richard and said, "By the way, why do I always feel that this secret of yours is not true?"
"Actually, when I heard your secret, Master Lawrence, I also felt that it was not true."
"So, we can't win each other's trust?"
"Obviously, after all, this is the first time we have met, and secrets cannot be verified."
"Ha." Lawrence smiled first, then his expression returned to normal, he looked over and said slowly, "In that case, let's forget it and stop exploring each other's so-called secrets. This is good for both of us."
"Indeed." Richard nodded, then said goodbye, "Master Lawrence, goodbye!" After saying that, he picked up the box without hesitation, turned around and walked out.
"Goodbye." Lawrence said in his mouth, watched Richard leave, and then fell into silence, as if he was thinking seriously about something.
After thinking for a long time, Lawrence turned to look at the two students standing in the room.
Muto and Lake immediately looked at Lawrence and asked respectfully: "Teacher, do you have any orders?"
Lawrence opened his mouth and said very coldly: "You two, your performance just now was very bad, you know?"
"This -" Muto and Reike panicked and said quickly, "I'm sorry, teacher, we are so incompetent that we let that person break in casually. It's all our fault. Don't be angry..."
"Forget it, you don't have to admit your mistake." Lawrence waved, "Just leave."
"Ah?!" Muto and Leike were startled and their eyes widened. "Teacher, are you driving us away? But we have been studying with you for several years. You are in poor health and need someone to take care of you. Recently, someone seems to be... We are investigating you and doing harm to you. If we leave..."
Lawrence closed his eyes, opened them after a while, looked at Mutuo and Lake, and said only one word, which he could not refuse: "Get out!"
Mutuo and Reike trembled, shut up, looked at each other, lowered their heads and walked toward the door, dejected, like a defeated rooster or a lost dog that was kicked out.
Lawrence watched Muto and Lake leave, slowly took out the silver-white revolver, wiped it vigorously with a white handkerchief, stuffed it into his arms, and said to himself with lowered eyebrows: "Don't blame me, this is all For your own good, for your own good.
After all, you can't even deal with a harmless wizard visitor. Forcibly dealing with those evil wizards who have malicious intentions will only cost you your life, your life! "
…
In the blink of an eye, a few days later.
Somewhere on the east coast.
A huge hall was built deep underground.
At this time, there were many people in the hall, working at the table, sorting out various materials. They seemed so busy that they didn't even have time to drink water. I don't know whether it was because they were hot or anxious, but sweat kept dripping down their foreheads.
At this time, there was a clear sound of footsteps outside the hall door, knocking on everyone's heart.
"Da da da!"
With a creak, the door to the hall opened and a woman walked in.
The woman has fair skin, red lips, and eight of the ten nails on her hands are stained black, like sharp blades. She is wearing a purple robe, and her whole body exudes a malicious aura that makes people shudder.
Her name is Muse, and she is the owner of this place. Of course, the others call her... the steward.
"Da da da… "
Muse walked into the hall. Everyone in the hall did not dare to raise their heads or take a breath. Those who had something to do worked hard, and those who had nothing to do looked for something to do. They did not dare to take any free time for fear of being spotted.
Muse looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, walked to the deepest part of the hall, behind a large black walnut table, lowered his body, sat in a comfortable and soft seat, and stretched lazily. Like I just woke up from a nap.