The Dark King - Chapter 682

"Barton, let the former bricklayer come and rebuild the temple." In the temple on the top of uto mountain, dudean handed the new design drawings to Barton, saying: "this project is classified as the top secret and can not be leaked out. The materials are supplied through the most priority channel and must be completed as soon as possible."

When Eleanor sneaked into the temple yesterday, dudean noticed the negligence of the temple. Although he had deployed cables and other defense equipment under the temple, it was not deep enough. The people who were good at drilling and lurking would not only hide about 10 meters below the temple, which would lead to no effect of the power system.

Barton took the drawing, and immediately thought of the man who had attacked yesterday. He turned around and left.

At this moment, Noyce came in from the outside and said to Tudian, "young master, the alchemists you sent from the Council have arrived."

"Well." Dudean nodded, "has the auxiliary Hall of sacrifice on the west side of the square come out?"

"It's free." "According to your instructions, there are all kinds of experimental equipment, which are the highest level of equipment at present," said Noyes

"Well, let them go. Give them the information and let them make it as soon as possible." Dudean took a stack of materials from under two books beside his desk and handed it to him. This is the assembly material of various parts of the biosensor. Today, he only needs to steer the rudder, and many things need not be done by himself. For example, the smelting of these parts should be given to these alchemists. After all, they are also people who have been studying science and technology for decades. They are experienced and experienced Even he can't compare with him. It's most appropriate for them to be their assistants.

He even planned to take some magic arts that he could take as a task and give them to the group of masters in the temple to help make them.

Noyce left with the information, and dudean thought about the next magic. Now that the war is coming, he must make several magic arts that can help him the most in the limited time. "If there is a virus to replace a biochemical weapon, if it is a single soldier weapon, it can only rely on electricity. If there is a large range of weapons, the improvement of the fire cannon of the military headquarters is enough, and the current equipment is not available In order to make missiles by law, the purification technology of raw materials alone will not pass the test... "

After thinking about it, he finally stopped his plan to continue to expand the new magic arts. Most weapons are not as good as weapons. Instead of making a lot of them, it is better to give full play to what he has mastered at present.

He immediately started writing, according to the knowledge in the super chip, writing the detailed drawings of solar power generation.

"When we can make laser weapons, it will be great..." Duidian thought secretly, but he knew that he could only think about it. With the current technological level, even missiles could not be made, let alone laser weapons.

When Noyes came back, dudien asked as he carved the paper, "what's the situation with the army headquarters? Have people from the slums moved to civilian areas?"

"Reply to the young master, the military headquarters has written in the morning, saying that the civilian areas are almost unable to live. After obtaining permission, almost all the people in these slums have lined up to move to the civilian areas. The military headquarters are really worried about this matter."

"There's nothing to worry about." Dudean disagreed and said, "as long as people in civilian areas meet the conditions, they can also move to the commercial areas, which will make room for them."

Noyes bowed his head and said, "young master, you don't know that when the poor moved to the civilian areas, there were a lot of frictions. The military headquarters has sent most of its troops to maintain and suppress them, but they still can't do what they want. There are too many people."

"Don't Richelieu know how to limit the number of people who can only move 30000 or 50000 people a day. Can't the 100000 troops of their military headquarters take good care of tens of thousands of people?" Dudean raised his eyebrows.

Noyce was stunned and immediately patted his head and said, "you are still a young man. However, with such a simple method, Lord Richelieu didn't expect it. It's strange."

"He didn't want to, he didn't dare." "Tell him to do it boldly, as long as it's done and it doesn't go against my will," he said with a quill pen

"I see." Noyce understands.

At this moment, Barton came in from the outside and said, "young master, Edward, your student, said that he wanted to see you and ask a question."

After listening and thinking for a while, dudean guessed what the student wanted to ask, and said, "let him go to the auxiliary Hall of sacrifice and tell him that he can go in and out freely during this period of time."

"Yes, young master." Barton left the temple and went outside. Edward, who had been waiting outside the hall, immediately met him and said, "Your Majesty, will the teacher see me?"

Barton said, "your teacher told you to go to the temple of worship. As far as I know, there are a large number of learned people coming. Your questions may be answered from them. Your teacher also said that you should learn from them."

"Thank you, your majesty," Edward said respectfully

"Go ahead." Barton said with a smile.

Half an hour later, after finishing the drawing of solar power generation, he stretched gently, and his whole body made a clack of bones. He looked out the window into the distance, which was the direction of the wall of sighs. Gloria had not come back yet, and did not know what was going on.With a slight twinkle in his eyes, he called for Noyce and said, "follow me out and see what's going on outside."

"Yes, young master."

The carriage was soon ready, and dudean led herisa and Noyce left mount uto to patrol the business district.

The inner wall area is the summit of the goddess of the Dragon nationality.

Hathaway sat on a throne carved with dragon's head armrest, and looked coldly at a young man in front of her. She said, "isn't Eleanor back yet? How long has she been to the outer wall? How long does it take to detect a little ghost?"

The young man said in horror, "Your Highness, please spare your life. It's no small matter."

"Hum!" Hathaway snorted coldly. Just about to speak, a figure came into the hall. It was the middle-aged man with white face. His face was as white as a dead man. He had a faint smile and looked more frightening. He said to Hathaway, "don't ask, your highness. Eleanor hasn't come back. Most of them can't come back. This shows that the man in the outer wall is probably his highness herisa ！”

Hathaway looked at him coldly. "How can you tell, sir?"

"Eleanor ranks 12th on the list of assassins. She's not going to assassinate, she's just investigating the situation. With her skills, even if the target is Her Highness herisa, she can find what she wants in five hours at most. She is not a fool, and she will not wait forever. A good killer knows how to create opportunities for herself, not just ambush 。” White faced middle-aged humanitarian: "now it's been more than half a day, she hasn't sent back news. It's basically certain that she's dead. Even if she's not dead, it's estimated that she's been captured and taken prisoner."

Hathaway's eyes narrowed and flashed with cold light. Of course, she expected this possibility, but it was because of this that she became angry and said in a voice: "Eleanor knows the weight. I've told her that the object may be helissa. She won't expose herself so easily. Even if she can't find out the situation, she won't be caught."

The white faced middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said, "Your Highness, have you ever heard an old saying that if you die in a disaster, you will have a good fortune! Her Highness herisa didn't die in the corpse tide before. According to my guess, most of the time when she was in danger broke through the limit, forced out the potential, and her blood was awakened four times! "

Hathaway's pupils shrank and she rose from her throne in horror

"There's nothing impossible." The white faced middle-aged man looked calm and said: "the awakening of blood power is unstable. When the mood fluctuates to the extreme, there will be a greater chance of awakening. This situation has been counted by the family according to the historical awakening situation. Therefore, it is understandable that her highness herisa was forced into a desperate situation in the tide of corpses, and then awakened again to extricate himself from the predicament of blood force Otherwise, in her current situation, the probability of surviving would be too low, unless there were other experts to help him, but there was only one young man who was present at that time. This young man was just a waste. How could she be helped? "

Hathaway looked ugly, and though she would not admit it or believe it, she knew it was possible!

"The fourth awakening Damn it She clenched her fist, and her beautiful face was full of anger and resentment. "She awakened four times at the age of 19, faster than the once-in-a-lifetime genius dragon mother. She must die!"

White faced middle-aged man said: "if she wakes up for four times and gets some other unknown special abilities, she can understand if she wants to kill Eleanor. Anyway, 80% of us can conclude that this man is Her Highness. We must attack as soon as possible, and we can't give her a long time, and we should kill all the people in one net, and we can't leave any hope Look

Hathaway's ferocious look gradually darkened and said, "I don't need you to say that I know that last time it was a must die situation. She can survive. This time, I want to completely smash any possibility of her life!"

"Your Highness is wise!"

In the temple of the dragon people, on a red bed three or four meters wide, there lies a beautiful young woman with smooth skin and delicate skin. She is wearing a bright red robe, not blood, but flaming red. The skirt under her robe covers the whole bed, making the body on the skirt extremely delicate and beautiful.

"I heard that Hathaway has been paying attention to the outer wall district recently?" Beautiful young woman whispered.

"Miss, your highness Hathaway secretly sent a maid to the outer wall. I don't know what I want to do."

"I've heard that the monasteries and the army headquarters have been paying close attention to the outer wall district recently. Is there anything worth noticing in this small abandoned place recently?" Dragon Mother's voice is soft, revealing the purity and elegance of warm water.

The old woman said in a low voice, "Miss, why don't I send someone to inspect the outer wall area?"

The Dragon Mother whispered, "how about the selection of the virgin?"

"Miss, in terms of blood purity, no one can reach the level of Her Highness herisa." The old woman whispered, "only one who is close to Her Highness, but there is still a little gap. But the child's talent is good. He is better than her highness. She has a good fight with her highness. Maybe he can make up for his inferiority with diligence in the future."

The gentle eyes of the dragon mother suddenly became indifferent and silent for a moment. Then she said slowly, "little Lisa's talent is the best in the history of our dragon family. Unfortunately, I failed to protect her. I'm guilty."The old woman quickly looked up and said, "Miss, you can't say that. No one wants to see the accident of Her Highness herisa. To blame, Miss Hathaway is so mischievous that she is so cruel that she wants her sister's life!"

"I did not discipline well." The Dragon Mother shook her head slightly. "Originally, we longzu had a chance to break through the wall. Now, we can only wait a little longer..."

The wrinkles on the old woman's face all drooped together and sighed deeply.

The sun swayed slowly across the sky and the night came.

In various cities, lights are on one after another, lighting up the night. Almost all the houses in the city are lighted. In some families, the housewives come to the well in the courtyard with the selected vegetables and meat, put the bucket down, shake up a bucket of water from the well, and start to clean the vegetables. After washing, they go back home, cut the bread that has been prepared and put fresh vegetables in it.

When the wife was cooking dinner, the husband also left work from the factory. After a busy day, he didn't want to say more. When he got home, he lay down on the sofa. After a rest, he picked up the newspaper on the sofa and read it. This is the only entertainment thing in the day.

The children who finished their homework were hungry and looked forward to it at the table.

His wife will prepare dinner on the table one after another, light the oil lamp on the table, the dim yellow light of the candle shines on the faces of three people in a family, happy and harmonious. Several hands together, recited the prayer poem from the monastery, then started the dinner.

Compared with the simple dinner of ordinary families, the dinner of nobles is much more gorgeous. In the magnificent and luxurious restaurant, crystal like chandeliers are hung on the roof, which makes the dining room shine like day.

Red wine and delicious food have been served by servants.

When the dinner starts, the master, who is massaged by the servant, leads the dog on the ground and comes to the dining room for dinner.

The servants were busy waiting, serving the wine and offering the cup.

Man slave dogs lie down at their hostess's feet and rub their heads against their mistress's thighs. This is a skilled skill they have already mastered. As long as the mistress is comfortable, they can get food reward.

Soon, the well-dressed lady's thighs are crispy and comfortable. She smiles. She cuts off the untouched steak from the plate with a knife, cuts out a ball and puts it in the plate. She bends down and hands it to the dog at her feet.

The man slave dog, with its tongue and head shaking, expressed his joy.

In the hands of aristocrats, it is not less difficult to be a slave dog than a servant. First of all, they will undergo professional training to make them master the behavior language of human slave dog and forget their original language.

As a man slave dog, no matter what happens, he can never speak.

"Gulu..." The man slave dog bit the steak on the plate, swallowed it quickly, and then expressed thanks and joy, rolling on the side of the carpet, shaking his head.

The lady was made to giggle, cover her mouth and chuckle.

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