“Barton, ask the previous wall builder to come over and rebuild the temple again.
Since Eleanor sneaked in yesterday, Dudian has noticed the negligence of the temple.
Although he has arranged cables and other defense equipment under the temple, the depth is not enough, and people who are good at burrowing into the ground will never just lurk in the temple.
About ten meters below, this would render the power system useless.
Patton took the drawing and immediately thought of the person who attacked yesterday.
His heart was filled with fear.
He took the order and turned around to leave.
At this time, Noyce came in from the outside and said to Dudian: "Master, the alchemists you asked the parliament to call have arrived."
"Yes."
Dudian nodded, "Has the auxiliary sacrificial hall on the west side of the square been freed up?"
"It has been vacated."
Noyce said: "According to your instructions, all the experimental equipment inside is available.
They are all the highest-level equipment at present."
"Okay, let them go, give them these information, and let them produce it as soon as possible."
Dudian took out a stack of information from under the two books next to the desk and handed it to him.
These are various information he wrote about biosensors.
Now he only needs to take charge of the assembly materials of the parts.
He does not need to do many things himself.
For example, the smelting of these parts can be left to these alchemists.
After all, they are also people who have studied technology for decades.
They are experienced and even in some aspects.
He couldn't compare, so it was most appropriate for them to be his assistants.
He was even prepared to give some of the magic spells that he could use as tasks to the masters in the temple to help create them.
Noyce left with the information, and Dudian was thinking about the next magical technique.
Now that the war is coming, he must quickly create several magical techniques that will help him the most within the limited time.
"In the case of biochemical weapons, there are viruses.
Instead, for individual weapons, we can only rely on electricity.
For large-scale weapons, it is enough to improve the military's divine artillery.
It is not possible to produce missiles with the current equipment, and the purification technology of raw materials alone is not enough."
After thinking about it, he finally stopped his plan to continue to expand the new magic.
There are many weapons rather than weapons.
Rather than making a lot of weapons, it is better to maximize what he currently has in hand.
He immediately started writing and wrote detailed drawings of solar power generation based on the knowledge in the super chip.
"It will be great when we can make laser weapons."
Du Di'an thought to himself, but he knew that this could only be imagined.
With the current level of craftsmanship, even missiles could not be made, let alone laser weapons.
After Noyce came back, Dudian asked while drawing the drawings: "How is the situation at the military headquarters?
Have the people in the slums moved to the civilian areas?"
"Replying to the young master, the military department has sent a letter this morning, saying that the civilian areas are almost out of habitation.
After receiving permission, almost all the people in these slum areas are lining up to move to the civilian areas.
The military department is really worried about this matter. " "What's there to worry about?"
Du Di'an disagreed and said, "As long as people in the civilian area meet the conditions, they can also move to the commercial area.
Wouldn't this free up space?"
Noyce lowered his head and said: "Master, you don't know something.
When the poor moved to civilian areas, a lot of frictions occurred.
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The military has sent most of its troops to protect and suppress it, but it is still not enough.
There are too many people. ” "Don't you know that Richelieu has a quantitative limit?
Only 30,000 or 50,000 people are allowed to move every day.
How can their army of hundreds of thousands of troops not be able to look after tens of thousands of people?"
Du Dian raised his eyebrows.
Noyce was stunned, and immediately patted his head and said: "You are still smart as a young man, but how could Lord Richelieu not think of such a simple method?
It's strange."
"It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't dare."
Du Di'an dipped his quill in ink and said, "Tell him to do it boldly.
As long as the matter is done well and it doesn't go against my wishes, there is no need to tie your hands."
"I know."
Noyce understood.
At this time, Barton came in from the outside and said: "Master, your student Edward said he wants to see you and ask you a question."
Upon hearing this, Du Di'an thought for a moment and roughly guessed what the student wanted to ask, and said: "Let him ask in the Sacrifice Auxiliary Hall, and tell him that he can come and go there freely during this period."
"Yes, Master."
Barton left the temple and came outside.
Edward, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, immediately came up to him and said, "His Majesty the Pope, would you like to see me, teacher?"
Barton said: "Your teacher said, let you go to the Auxiliary Temple to offer sacrifices.
As far as I know, there are a large number of people with extraordinary knowledge coming there.
You may be able to get answers to your questions from them.
Your teacher also said, let You should learn from them."
Edward was startled, then he reacted and said respectfully: "Thank you, His Majesty the Pope."
"Go ahead."
Barton smiled.
Half an hour later, Dudian finished drawing the solar power generation drawing.
He stretched slightly and his whole body made a clicking sound.
He looked out the window into the distance, which was the direction of the Wall of Sighs.
Glalie hadn't come back yet, and he didn't know what was going on.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he called Noyce and said, "Come out with me and take a look at the situation outside."
"Yes, Master."
The carriage was quickly prepared.
Dudian took Hailisa and asked Noyce to drive the carriage out of Utuo Mountain and patrol around the business district.
Inner wall area, Dragon Clan Saintess Peak.
Hathaway sat on the throne with the dragon head carved on the armrest, looking at a young man in front of her coldly, and said: "Eleanor hasn't come back yet?
How long has she been in the outer wall area to detect a kid?
She needs to do this." long time" The young man said in fear: "Your Highness, spare your life, this is not a small matter."
"Hmph."
Hathaway snorted coldly and was about to speak when a figure suddenly walked in outside the hall.
It was the white-faced middle-aged man.
His face was as white as a dead man, with a faint smile on his face, which made him look even more terrifying.
He said to Hathaway: "Your Highness, there's no need to ask.
Eleanor hasn't come back yet, and it's probably impossible to come back.
This means that the person in the outer wall area is probably Your Highness Halisa."
Hathaway looked at him coldly, "How can you see this, sir?"
"Eleanor is ranked twelfth on the assassin list.
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She is not here to assassinate, but to survey the situation.
With her skills, even if the target is Her Majesty Hailisa, she can find what she wants in five hours at most.
He is not a fool, and will not wait forever without a deadline.
A good killer knows how to create opportunities for himself, rather than just ambush."
The white-faced middle-aged man said: "It has been more than half a day, and she has not yet passed on.
According to the news, it is basically certain that she is dead.
Even if she is not dead, she is probably captured and becomes a prisoner. " Hathaway's eyes narrowed, flashing with a cold light.
Of course she had expected this possibility, but that was why she was so angry.
She lowered her voice and said, "Eleanor knows the severity.
I have already informed the target of this."
Maybe it’s Hailisa, she won’t expose herself so easily, even if she can’t detect the situation, she won’t be caught.”
The white-faced middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said: "Your Highness, there is an old saying that you have heard of.
If you survive a catastrophe, you will have a descendant.
Your Highness Hailisa did not die in the tide of corpses before.
According to my guess, it was probably because she was in danger.
At that time, the limit was exceeded, the potential was unleashed, and the bloodline was awakened for the fourth time."
Hathaway's pupils shrank and she stood up from the throne in horror, "Impossible" "Nothing is impossible."
The white-faced middle-aged man looked calm and said: "The awakening of bloodline power is inherently unstable.
Often when the mood fluctuates to the extreme, there is a greater chance of awakening.
In this case, according to the history of the clan, The awakening status of the above has already been calculated, so it is understandable that Her Royal Highness Hailisa was forced into a desperate situation in the corpse tide, and then awakened the power of blood again to escape.
Otherwise, based on her condition at the time, she would not have been able to survive.
The chance of coming down is too low, unless there are other experts helping him, but that young man was the only one present at the time.
This young man is just a waste, how can he help her?"
Hathaway's face was ugly.
Although she didn't want to admit it or believe it, she knew that it was indeed very possible.
"Four awakenings are damned."
She clenched her fists, her beautiful face full of anger and resentment.
"Awakening for the fourth time at the age of nineteen, she awakened faster than the genius Dragon Mother who is said to be a once-in-a-century.
She must die."
The white-faced middle-aged man said: "If she awakens for the fourth time and gets some other unknown special abilities, it will be understandable that she wants to kill Eleanor.
In any case, we can now 80% conclude that this person is Her Royal Highness Hailisa.
We We must attack as soon as possible, without giving her any more time to grow, and we must kill them all in one blow, without leaving any hope."
The ferocious look on Hathaway's face gradually darkened, and she said: "You don't need to tell me to know that last time it was a fatal situation, but she survived.
This time I want to completely and completely crush her."
Any chance of her surviving" "Your Highness is wise" In the Dragon Clan's temple, on a big red bed three to four meters wide, there lay quietly a plump and beautiful young woman with a smooth and delicate complexion.
She was wearing a bright red robe, not the color of blood, but as red as a flame.
The skirt under her robe covered the entire bed, making the body on the skirt look particularly petite, delicate and unparalleled in beauty.
"I heard that Hathaway has been paying close attention to the outer wall area recently," the stunning young woman said softly.
The old woman waiting on the side said respectfully: "Miss, His Highness Hathaway secretly sent a maid to the outer wall area.
I don't know what she wants to do."
"I heard that the monastery and the military have also paid great attention to the outer wall area recently.
Is there anything worthy of attention in this small abandoned place recently?"
Mother Dragon's voice was soft, revealing the purity and elegance of warm water.
The old woman whispered: "Miss, how about I send someone to the outer wall area to check it out?"
The Mother of Dragons hummed softly and said, "How is the selection of the candidate saint girls going?"
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"Miss, in terms of blood purity, there is no one who can reach the level of His Highness Halysa."
The old woman whispered: "I have only found one who is barely close to Her Highness Hathaway, but there is still a gap, but the child's talent is quite good.
Yes, she is a little better than Her Highness Hathaway, and can compete with Her Highness Halysa.
Maybe I can make up for my weakness with hard work in the future."
The gentle eyes of the Dragon Mother suddenly became a little indifferent.
She was silent for a while and said slowly: "Little Lisa's talent is the best in the history of our Dragon Clan.
Unfortunately, I failed to protect her.
I am guilty."
The old woman hurriedly raised her head and said: "Miss, you must not say that.
No one wants to see something happen to Her Royal Highness Hailisa.
If you want to blame it, it's Miss Hathaway who is so ridiculous that she is so cruel that she wants to kill her sister."
"It's because I didn't discipline myself well."
Mother Dragon shook her head slightly, "Originally, our dragon clan had hope to break through the wall, but now, we can only wait a little longer."
All the wrinkles on the old woman's face drooped together, and she sighed deeply.
The sun slowly swayed across the sky, and night gradually fell.
Lights are turned on one after another in various cities, lighting up the night.
Almost every house living in the city has lights on.
In some families, housewives carry the vegetables and meat they have chosen and go to the well in the yard.
They put down the bucket, shake up a bucket of water from the well, and start cleaning the vegetables.
After washing, they return home.
Cut the prepared bread and add fresh vegetables.
While the wife was preparing dinner, the husband also got off work from the factory.
After a busy day, he was too tired to say anything.
When he got home, he lay down on the sofa.
After resting for a while, he picked up the newspaper on the sofa and read it.
This is what happened every day.
The only entertainment thing here.
The children who had finished their homework were already starving and were looking forward to it at the dining table.
The wife brought the prepared dinner to the table one after another, lit the oil lamp on the table, and the dim light of the candle shone on the faces of the family of three, showing happiness and harmony.
Several people put their hands together and recited the blessing poems from the monastery, and then started dinner.
Compared with the simple dinner of ordinary families, the dinner of the nobles is much more gorgeous.
In the splendid and luxurious restaurant, crystal chandeliers hang high on the roof, illuminating the restaurant as if it is daytime.
Red wine and delicious food were served one after another by the servants.
When dinner started, the owner, who had been massaged by the servant, took the human slave dog lying on the ground and came to the restaurant to eat.
The servants were busy serving the guests, serving wine and passing glasses.
The human slave dog lies at the feet of the mistress and rubs its head against the mistress' thigh.
This is a skill they have already mastered.
As long as the mistress is comfortable, they will be rewarded with food.
Soon, the gorgeously dressed lady's thighs were numb and comfortable.
She smiled, cut off the untouched steak on the plate with a table knife, cut out a piece and put it on the plate, bent down and handed it to her feet. human slave dog.
The human slave dog clucked its tongue and shook its head, expressing its joy.
In the hands of nobles, being a human slave dog is no less difficult than a servant.
First, it will undergo professional training to make it proficient in the behavioral language of a human slave dog, and it will also be made to forget its original language.
As a human slave dog, no matter what happens, it must not speak.
"Gulu" the human slave dog lay down and bit into the steak on the plate, quickly devoured it, and then expressed gratitude and joy, rolling on the carpet nearby and shaking its head.
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The lady was so amused that she covered her mouth and chuckled
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