MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 74

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Abraham the Royal Astrologer slowly settled back into his seat and began to polish his monocle.

Yamenan's most powerful prophecy is very old, his beard has been dragging to his chest, his eyes have been dimmed, and he may no longer be able to see the secrets of the future from the star trails in a few years. But even so, he is still the most important prophet of the royal family.

"Hello, Mr. Abraham."

The sudden sound interrupted the astrologer's leisure time, his hand slipped, and the lens fell out of his hand. Abraham was in his own astrology tower, and outsiders came in, but none of the servants came to report. This kind of dereliction of duty is enough to cause all the people on duty today to be hanged.

The person standing at the door picked up the lens that had rolled all the way to his feet, walked over thoughtfully, and handed it to the old astrologer. The old man took the lens and put it on the eye socket, so that he could see the face of the uninvited guest clearly.

The black-haired, black-eyed priest was smiling kindly, perhaps because he was so pleasing to the eye, the old man didn't call out immediately for the first time, but frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Noah, Mr. Abraham." The priest smiled and did not salute, "I am here today to ask you to do me a favor."

As an astrologer who greets the great nobles with respect and respect, Abraham is certainly not a kind person who would offer help casually, let alone people from the church who came to ask for help. He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he said it, he somehow changed it into: "What's the matter?"

"Please divine my fate," the priest said lightly, as if his request was a simple one.

"Ridiculous!" the astrologer exclaimed, "Tomorrow I will make a prophecy for His Majesty the King, how could I waste this opportunity on you?"

After all, the prophecy is not the prophet in the legend. Although the prophecy is accurate, it is also limited. Except for the intuition about one's own safety, all predictions can only be made once a month, and the more extensive the content of the prediction and the more serious the consequences, the longer the time until the next prediction can be made. Abraham can only make one prophecy about the fate of the country once a year, which is the result of his supernatural power.

"Please prophesy for me," the priest repeated.

"Impossible! I..."

"Prophecy for me."

"This…"

"Prophecy for me, Abraham. Mullen, the seventy-two-year-old royal astrologer, a prophet born in Urburg, if you still have faith in your heart, prophesy for me." said the voice, "In the name of Noah, beloved son of 'God'."

Abraham's wrinkled face was wrinkled, and he opened and closed his mouth, as if in a fierce psychological struggle. Soon, probably because he had no premonition of approaching death, he slowly relaxed and tremblingly walked to the window.

His cloudy eyeballs trembled in their sockets, faster and faster, and finally, like a double image, the dark eyes swallowed the entire eyeball. Countless points of light lit up in the eyes of the astrologer, just like the starry sky he was staring at.

"The spokesperson of the sky and the body made of golden blood, the gods have bestowed great favor on you..." He said hoarsely, "If you want to stop the blood of God from flowing, you must flood the earth with human blood; You bleed, fellow sharks devour each other, and the gods will eventually change their names... Goo!"

The astrologer wobbled a bit, then slid to the floor in a dizzy hold against the wall. Noah recited those few prophecies thoughtfully, and after a while, he showed a weird smile.

"Sure enough," he said.

Abraham panted heavily and regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes that had become cloudy again in confusion, as if he couldn't figure out why he did this.

"Please don't worry, Mr. Abraham." Noah said empathetically, "Didn't you keep people from watching when you prophesied? Then, please tell His Majesty the king..."

The next words fell into a low voice, except for the two people at the top of the tower, no third person knew.

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This year, there are only two pieces of news that can be said to be known to the whole of Yamenan. One is the great victory of the Bungalow defense line, and the other is that the queen who has been ill until now has finally swallowed her last breath.

The fact that the plague was cured on the Tibes Line did not spread far by accident. People from afar scoffed at such rumors, thinking that bragging needs to be drafted: Was the plague in the White House discovered in its infancy? Haha, whoever wears the gown won the jackpot, and it's only possible that the first batch of them just happened to be sick! The plague has been isolated in a high wall, without purification, and if less than a hundred people die, can it be cured? If you want to use it to decorate the merits of the gods, make up a bigger number!

Even in the vicinity where the plague is believed to have occurred, the most widely circulated rumors are that the gods received an oracle and cured the sick with a divine method. The second version is that under the guidance of the gods, the gods found the saint who was mistaken for a wizard hidden in the mountains. They say that when the sage touched the top of the sick man's head, the sick man healed without medicine.

It is true that Alva used supernatural powers to cure the plague, but those who have encountered him in person will definitely shake their heads desperately, telling them that the chief medical officer's treatment is not so gentle.

Alva's ability cannot directly create anything.

"After preparing the materials and confirming all the conditions in the experiment, I can directly 'foresee' the results when the experiment is about one percent of the process." Alva said, "Although it is as likely as in the real operation, because of thinking A little bit of mistakes and omissions failed, but it is much more convenient and saves a lot of time and materials."

Rao An Xu, who was almost numb by his shock, was also so frightened by the golden finger of this "hypothetical experiment" that he couldn't speak a word. Where is this just "convenient"?

This ability can not only reduce the death rate during the experiment (many scientists and inventors in ancient and modern China and abroad have pointed out the minefields on the road of scientific research to future generations with their own lives and the lives of experimental products), but also allow the R&D process to be completed forcibly out of the general environment. For example, a certain experiment needs to provide stable alternating current, which is absolutely impossible to succeed in this era, but as long as Alva has the concept of stable alternating current, he can replace the generator with his brain! Whether it is the extreme temperature conditions of tens of degrees below zero, the high-pressure and high-heat environment that can only be created after a thousand years, or even vacuum, electron collision... Countless conditions that are currently unfeasible by manpower, as long as Alva can understand them, he can create them in his brain. Made in.

Sound like dragon slaying?

One thing you must know is that there are very unscientific things in this world. Ice-type superhumans can create low temperatures in a small area, and lightning superhumans can provide alternating current... As long as the conditions required for success are determined, finding matching superhumans is like looking for clues. This is like cheating and opening the upper branch when opening the skill tree. It is much easier to manufacture the first machine and then let the machine make machine parts. Then ordinary people without supernatural powers can use those devices. With Anxu providing rough theoretical knowledge, and Alva making the theory real, they can forcibly improve the technology of this world for hundreds of years.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me E=mc2 one day, An Xu thought dully.

But is it really necessary to get all the technology out?

An Xu himself doesn’t know the specific formula of gunpowder, and he hasn’t asked Alva for it so far—the other party made it clear that he used that as a trump card, and when they didn’t fully trust each other, they called him to break the gunpowder attribute and asked him for the formula. You are forcing others to research Are stronger weapons going to an arms race with you? An Xu thinks that Alva is a bit like a stray cat. It is good for everyone to keep a distance and pretend to be restrained by the other party, so that the cat will not jump over the wall in a hurry, scratching your face is a small thing, and running out and being hit by a car is a big deal.

Ah, far away.

An Xu thought for a while, and let go of the idea of ​​building a modern army and running into a civilized world.

Today, even in Thunder Castle, which is most influenced by her, the way of thinking of the residents is thousands of miles away from modern society. Equipping these ancient-minded people with advanced weapons is tantamount to giving a child a laser sword, which will hurt others or themselves. Using the cheating device to forcefully skip the level is just like the fools she laughed at before, who built society on supernatural powers.

Anxu will not give them a sword that they cannot control, unless the day comes when they can bear the sharpness of the sword. Before that, if there is an irresistible enemy coming... Isn't she still there?

An Xu thought about it, first to come up with steam power, it shouldn't be too much of a leap forward to enter the era of steam factories, right?

"May I ask what else you want?" Alva asked unbearably. He looked at the favored man who was stuck in place after asking the question, the girl was already giggling so much that her saliva was about to flow out.

"No!" An Xu said quickly, and said with a sneer, "I won't bother you."

Alva kept the pen in his hand (he said that he would not teach after teaching a class of students, but he agreed to write down his knowledge and have it published as a textbook), and gestured for convenience.

An Xu once again confirmed that Alva didn't like her, but compared to those alphas who were crying and howling under the doctors, he was already kind to An Xu.

Alva's dislike for Alpha was clear at a glance, probably more than Jane hated him. There have been rumors that he is indeed a widow, tongue-twisting idlers swear that Alva has been marked, and most of them have given birth, his taste is very messy, and he has been **** by many people, as an alpha with a messy nose, he can I can smell it... and then there is no more. An Xu found out the teller and kicked him to work in the fertilizer factory. I think that person's nose will not be so good that it will affect his life.

Jane pleaded for him, because this alpha is an excellent non-commissioned officer in the frontier army. An Xu said: There is no discussion, there are as many excellent non-commissioned officers as there are, and there is only one Alva (such a scientist).

Jane walked away with a constipated look on her face.

An Xu has always felt that Alva's supernatural powers fit perfectly with his endless desire to explore. It is a miracle that such a scientist with golden fingers appears in such an era.

The divinely favored person doesn't know that, compared to Alva's ability to get a hypothetical experiment, it is a miracle that he meets Anxu. Without this crazy girl, this great scientist would have died silently. His research results have been kept in dust for many years, and nine out of ten of them were destroyed in many natural and man-made disasters. It wasn't until the only surviving dilapidated notes were discovered by archaeologists that people would marvel at this unknown genius and lament how many years earlier the world's technological civilization could have started.

How can you blame outsiders for their lack of imagination about Thunderbolt? Everything that happened here was too crazy, and the frontier army and the monastery worked together to submit a white-washed report to their superiors. They even communicated with each other before submitting the report. gas. People are attracted to the vicinity of Thunder Castle, and it is difficult to leave here. Those who return to their hometown will suddenly find that the ground in their hometown is too dirty, there are too few commodities, and life is too inconvenient, and then they seem to be called by some kind of call to return to this new prosperous capital.

The people nearby yearned for this place, while the rulers in the distance dismissed it because the rumors were too absurd. Only Skag County under the control of the Stewart family has a new atmosphere, and it has quietly become more prosperous day by day.

But Eve was not satisfied with this. As a territory adjacent to the royal capital, the power of the nobles and the Holy See was intertwined here, and even the owner of the territory could not make a big reform. Many measures that are blasphemous or infringe upon the interests of the powerful cannot be implemented. Eve can only promote the Thunderbolt in her own manor, and first improve her own **** private army. The more she reformed and the better the effect she saw, the more she felt constrained.

Eve, who has been cautiously busy protecting herself for the past few years, is now becoming a little impatient because of the new options that have emerged. The divinely favored one who did not follow the routine pointed out many new paths for her, each of which seemed urgent to her. The **** Holy See standing motionless like an old corpse, and the **** king who only knows how to fight for power and do nothing, she cursed angrily in her heart, her respect for both was exhausted day by day.

The boss is so rubbish, can you change it?

Although the Favored One said she didn't want to be king, Eve thought, but what did she say last time, "my territory"?

When Anxu and Alva spoke, they said boldly that as long as they were on their own territory, they could be fair and aboveboard, but in fact she had no territory at all. Fort Thunder is on the Tibes defense line, and it is the commander of the frontier army, that is, Jane. Stewart territory. As for Sullivan's territory, until now, because Anxu was not married and went to the capital to be enshrined, all parties have shirked and haven't let her take over.

When An Xu was talking, his mind was full of building games, and he didn't think of this at all. The speaker has no intention of listening, and in the spring of the second year, the head maid Flora told Anxu excitedly that with the help of the Stewart family, Anxu could go back to Abery to get back her own things.

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