"Barton, call the wall builders to come over and rebuild the Temple." Dean handed over the new drawings to Barton: "This project is classified as top secret. Don't leak it out. Give priority to the supply of materials. The construction must be completed as soon as possible."
Dean was aware of the negligence of the Temple when Eleanor sneaked in yesterday. Although he had arranged cables and other defensive equipment under the Temple, but the depth was not enough. Moreover, a person who was good at burrowing would not only lurk ten meters under the Temple. As a result, the power system would be useless.
Barton took the drawings and immediately thought of the person who attacked yesterday. He turned and left.
Neuss came in from outside: "Master, the alchemists that you asked the council to transfer have arrived."
"Yes." Dean nodded: "Has the sacrificial hall on the west side of the square been vacated?"
"It has been vacated." Neuss answered, "According to your orders, there are all kinds of experimental equipment. They are of the highest grade."
"Well, let them go. Give them the information and let them produce as soon as possible." Dean pulled out a stack of information from under the two books on the desk and handed it to him. It was about the assembly materials of various parts of the biological sensor. Now he only needed to be at the helm. There were many things that he didn't need to do personally. For example, the smelting of these parts could be handed over to the alchemists. After all, they were people who had been studying science and technology for decades. In some aspects, even Dean couldn't compare to them. It was the most suitable for them to be his assistants.
He was even prepared to hand over some of the divine arts he could produce to the group of masters in the Shrine for them to help him produce.
Dean started to think about the next invention. Now that the war was coming he had to produce several inventions that would help him the most in the limited time. "I can replace the virus for biochemical weapons. I can only rely on electricity for individual weapons. I can improve the artillery of the military. I can't make missiles with the current equipment. The purification technology of the raw materials isn't up to standard …"
After thinking about it for a while, he finally stopped the idea of continuing to expand the new magic. Instead of making a lot of weapons, it was better to make the best use of what he currently had in his hands.
He immediately wrote down the detailed drawings of solar power according to the knowledge in the super chip.
"It would be amazing if we can make laser weapons …" Dudian thought in his heart. But he knew that it was just a dream. With the current level of technology, they couldn't even make missiles, let alone laser weapons.
Dudian asked as Neuss came back: "What is the situation of the military? Have the people from the slums migrated to the civilian areas?"
"Reporting to Young Master, the military sent a letter this morning saying that the civilian area is almost full. After the people in the slums received permission, almost all of them lined up to move to the civilian area. The military is really worried about this matter!"
"What's there to worry about?" Dean disagreed: "As long as the civilian area meets the conditions, they can migrate to the commercial district. Wouldn't that make more space?"
Neuss lowered his head: "Young Master you don't know but there have been a lot of friction when the slums have migrated to the civilian area. The military has sent most of the troops to maintain and suppress the situation. But there are too many of them."
"Doesn't Richelieu know how to limit the number of people? Only 30,000 or 50,000 people are allowed to migrate every day. The military has hundreds of thousands of troops. Can't they take care of tens of thousands of people?" Dudian raised his eyebrows.
Neuss patted his head: "Young man, you are smart. But how can Sir Richelieu not think of such a simple method?"
"It's not that he doesn't want to but he doesn't dare to." Dudian dipped the quill in the ink: "Tell him to be bold. As long as it's not against my will then it's fine."
"I know." Neuss understood.
At this time Barton came in from outside: "Master, your student Edward wants to see you. He wants to ask you a question."
Dudian thought for a moment and guessed what the student wanted to ask: "Let him go to the sacrificial hall. Also tell him that he can freely go in and out of there."
"Yes, young master." Barton left the Temple and came outside. Edward who had been waiting for a long time came up to greet him: "Your majesty the Pope, is the teacher willing to see me?"
Barton said, "Your teacher said that you should go to the Sacrificial Temple. As far as I know, there are a lot of people with extraordinary knowledge there. They might be able to answer your questions. Your teacher also said that you should follow them and learn well."
Edward was startled: "Thank you, Your majesty the Pope."
"Go ahead," Barton said with a smile.
Half an hour later Dudian finished the drawing of solar power. He stretched his body and his bones made cracking sounds. He looked out of the window at the direction of the Sighing Wall. Glenn hadn't come back yet. He didn't know how she was doing.
His eyes flashed as he called Neuss: "Let's go out and take a look at the situation outside."
"Yes, young master."
The carriage was ready. Dudian took Aisha's hand and let Neuss drive the carriage away from Utopia mountain. They went around the commercial district.
Inner wall, Dragon Clan's saintess peak.
Hathaway was sitting on the throne with a dragon's head carved on the armrest. She looked at a youth in front of her: "Eleanor hasn't come back yet? How long has she been in the outer wall? Why would it take so long to investigate a little kid?"
The youth replied in panic: "Your majesty, please spare my life! This isn't my business!"
"Hmph!" Hathaway was about to open her mouth when a figure entered the hall. It was the middle-aged man. His face was as white as a corpse. There was a faint smile on his face. He looked at Hathaway: "Your majesty doesn't need to ask. Eleanor hasn't come back yet. It means that the person in the outer wall is her majesty Aisha!"
Hathaway coldly looked at him: "Why do you think so?"
"Eleanor is ranked twelfth on the assassin list. She isn't going to assassinate but to survey the situation. With her skills, she can find what she wants in five hours at most even if the target is Aisha. She isn't a fool. She won't wait for an indefinite period of time. A good assassin knows how to create opportunities for herself." The middle-aged man continued: "It's been half a day but she hasn't sent back any news. It's basically certain that she is dead. Even if she isn't dead she would be captured."
Hathaway narrowed her eyes. Cold light flashed in her eyes. Of course she had expected this possibility. She suppressed her voice and said: "Eleanor knows the severity of the situation. I have told her that the target might be Aisha. She won't expose herself so easily. She won't be caught even if she can't investigate the situation."
The middle-aged man shook his head: "Your majesty, there is an old saying that one who survives a disaster is bound to have good fortune later on. Her majesty Aisha didn't die in the tide of corpses. According to my guess, she broke through the limit and forced out her potential. Her bloodline awakened for the fourth time! "
Hathaway's pupils shrank as she stood up from the throne in horror: "Impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible." The middle-aged man calmly said: "The awakening of bloodline power is unstable. There is a greater chance of awakening when the emotions fluctuate to the extreme. The family has already calculated the awakening of bloodline power in the past. Her majesty Aisha was forced into a desperate situation in the tide of corpses. It's understandable that she awakened her bloodline power and escaped. Otherwise, the probability of her survival would be too low unless there was a master helping her. But there was only one boy at the scene. That boy is just a waste. How could he help her?"
Hathaway's face turned ugly. She didn't want to admit it and she didn't want to believe it but she knew that it was indeed possible!
"Fourth awakening … Damn it!!" She clenched her fists as her beautiful face was full of anger and resentment: "She awakened her bloodline at the age of nineteen! She awakened faster than the genius Dragon Mother! She must die!!"
The middle-aged man said: "If she awakened her bloodline and got some other unknown special ability then it's understandable that she wanted to kill Eleanor. Anyway, it's eighty percent certain that this person is Her Majesty Aisha. We must attack as soon as possible. We can't give her any more time to grow. Moreover, we must kill her in one fell swoop!"
The ferocious expression on Hathaway's face gradually turned gloomy as she said, "I don't need you to tell me that. She was able to survive even though she was already in a situation of certain death. This time, I'm going to completely and completely crush any chance of her surviving!"
"Her majesty is wise!"
In the divine hall of the Dragon clan, on a large, scarlet bed that was three to four meters wide, a voluptuous young woman lay quietly. Her skin was smooth and tender, and she wore a bright-red robe. It was not the colour of blood, but a scarlet red that was as exuberant as flames. The skirt under her robe covered the entire bed, causing her figure to seem especially petite and exquisite, incomparably beautiful.
"I heard that Hathaway has been paying attention to the outer wall recently?" The beautiful woman whispered.
The old woman respectfully replied: "Miss, Her Majesty Hathaway has secretly sent a maid to the outer wall. I don't know what she wants to do."
"I've heard that the Monastery and the military have been paying close attention to the outer wall recently. Is there anything worth paying attention to in this small abandoned land?" Dragon mother's voice was soft. It was as pure and elegant as warm water.
The old woman whispered: "Miss, should I send someone to the outer wall to have a look?"
Dragon Mother nodded: "How is the selection of the saintess?"
"Miss, we haven't found anyone who can reach the level of her highness Aisha's bloodline purity." The old woman whispered: "We have only found one who is barely close to her highness Hathaway. But the child's talent is good. She is a bit stronger than her highness Hathaway. Maybe she will be able to make up for her shortcomings in the future."
Dragon Mother's gentle eyes turned indifferent. She slowly said: "Little Aisha's talent is the best in the history of our Dragon clan. It's a pity that I couldn't protect her. I'm guilty."
The old woman hurriedly looked up: "Miss, you can't say that. No one wants to see her highness Aisha's accident. Blame Miss Hathaway for making trouble! She was ruthless enough to take her sister's life!"
"I didn't discipline her well." Dragon Mother shook her head: "Originally our Dragon clan had hope to break the wall. But now we can only wait …"
The wrinkles on the old woman's face drooped as she deeply sighed.
The sun slowly swayed across the sky as the night gradually fell.
Lights lit up in various cities one after another, lighting up the dark night. Almost all the houses in the cities were lit up with lights. In some families, the housewives carried the vegetables and meat they had chosen to the well in the yard, put down the bucket, shook a bucket of water from the well, and began to clean the vegetables. After washing them, they returned home, cut the bread that had been prepared beforehand, and put the fresh vegetables on it.
While the wife was preparing dinner, the husband also got off work from the factory. After a busy day, he was so tired that he didn't want to talk much. When he got home, he lay on the sofa. After resting for a while, he grabbed the newspaper on the sofa and started reading. This was the only entertainment he had every day.
The child who finished his homework was starving. He was waiting at the table.
The wife prepared the dinner one after another. She lit the oil lamp on the table. The dim light of the candle shone on the faces of the family of three. They looked happy and harmonious. They clasped their hands together and recited the prayers from the monastery. Then they started to eat dinner.
Compared to the simple dinners of ordinary families, the nobles' dinners were much more extravagant. In the resplendent and luxurious dining hall, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the dining hall as if it were daytime.
Red wine and delicious food were served by the servants.
When the dinner started, the servant massaged the master and the dog came to the dining hall to eat.
The servants were busy attending to them, serving them wine and passing them cups.
The dog lay at the feet of the master and rubbed its head against the thigh of the master. This was a skill that they had mastered. As long as the master was comfortable then they would get food as a reward.
Soon, the well-dressed lady's thighs became numb and comfortable. She smiled and used a knife to cut off the untouched steak on the plate. She cut out a piece and put it on the plate. Then, she bent down and handed it to the human slave dog at her feet.
The human slave dog stuck out its tongue and shook its head to express its joy.
In the hands of the nobles, being a dog was no less difficult than being a servant. First, it had to go through professional training to master the behavior and language of the dog. It also had to forget its original language.
As a human's slave dog, no matter what happened, it was not allowed to speak.
"Gulp …" The human slave dog bit the steak on the plate and quickly swallowed it. Then, it expressed its gratitude and joy. It rolled on the carpet at the side and shook its head.
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