"Woo — Kacha kacha kacha ~ ~ ~ ~"
When Dragon Queen threw a bottle of wildfire into the steel fireplace and lit it up, the head that she named "Train" suddenly spewed out thick white gas and steam.
After waiting for a full five minutes, Dragon Queen moved the guillotine. The sound of gears grinding and twisting came from within the huge lump of metal. Then, the wheels turned and the locomotive began to accelerate slowly.
"Seven Gods above, this, this iron carriage is too amazing. It can run even without a cow pulling it. It's so fast and the pulling force is so strong." The dwarf leaned against the window and felt the cold wind blowing in his face. He was so excited that he could not control himself.
The tracks were built under the walls and circled around the manor. The locomotive circled around the manor.
In the end, the boiler heated up and the locomotive reached its maximum speed. It was almost as fast as lightning.
"How did you do it?" The dwarf asked loudly.
The noise from the running train was too loud. He had to speak loudly.
Danny did not explain. She only found a piece of parchment in the carriage and passed it to him.
It was the side profile and the overall structure of the locomotive.
"Seven Gods, genius, too genius. This is not magic at all. Queen, even if you don't become a Magician, you will still be the smartest scholar in the history of the world! "The dwarf's expression was fanatical. He looked at Danny with an unprecedented admiration.
"Scholars will never be able to invent such a machine because this Fantasy World doesn't seem to have coal." Danny shook her head.
Perhaps the mining depth was not deep enough, or the location was not found. Perhaps there was no coal at all. In any case, Dragon Queen had transmigrated for many years and had never seen coal. Otherwise, she would have occupied that place long ago.
"Coal … What is coal?" The dwarf had never even heard of this word.
"It's something that burns at a high temperature and heat. Just like wildfire, half a kilogram of wildfire can heat up eighty times more water than charcoal. The temperature of wildfire is also much higher than that of firewood. It can even melt steel in an open space.
Only when the heat is high can it last. Only when the temperature is high can the steam power be sufficient.
There is also the problem of ash and smoke from the firewood. After wildfire burns, there are no debris left. There is no smoke during the burning process and it will not block the ventilation pipe.
Wildfire is the perfect fuel for machinery. Do you understand what I'm saying? "
"More or less …" The dwarf said reluctantly.
"Kacha, kacha …" The wildfire was still burning, but Danny pulled down the brake to slow the train to a stop.
In the dwarf's eyes, the Dragon Queen's locomotive was enormous. It was the largest and heaviest steel monster he had ever seen in his life.
However, in Danny's opinion, the train was only 1.8 meters wide and 6 meters long. It was just a steam car used for experimental purposes. A bottle of wildfire would be enough for it to run around the yard for an hour or so. There was no way she would wait for it to run out of fuel and stop by itself.
"Actually, there is an even more powerful wildfire engine. Its design is more complicated and dangerous." Danny brought the dwarf, who was reluctant to leave the train, to the Queen's Forging Room. Then, she handed the dwarf a scroll of blueprints.
"Pouring wildfire directly into the cylinder? It's too scary. It'll explode. "
The dwarf was very smart, and after looking at it for a while, he understood the principle behind the evolution of the steam engine into the fuel engine.
"Do you still remember what I said when I appointed you as the Wildfire General?
The Wildfire General is definitely a greater position than the Hand of the King.
If you can develop a stable and powerful wildfire, the entire world will change drastically! "
Before coming here, the dwarf would have scoffed. Now, he only felt deep shock and awe.
He was shocked by the Dragon Queen's grand goal of changing the world, as well as her genius wisdom to change the world.
"Being born in the same era as you is both a blessing and a misfortune. You have a high talent for magic, a Megalosaurus, can fight, a natural-born expert in governing a country, and you're so smart … How can a normal person live! "The dwarf sighed deeply.
"Everyone is different. Some people are born to be princes, while others are born to be thrown into the trash heap of the slums by their parents. The next day, they meet strangers.
Don't compare yourself to me. If you compare yourself to me, you'll lose the meaning of living, "Danny said calmly.
The dwarf could not refute. He only asked, "What's the use of studying trains and steam engines when the long night falls?"
"Do you think that this place was built after the long night?"
The dwarf looked around. It was a very large warehouse, at least four hundred square meters. The roof was half open, and a corner was filled with brick-sized metal ingots. There was gray iron, gold, silver, red copper and so on. There was even a huge steelmaking furnace and a matching mold room built in the open air room.
There were also messy metal parts that he could not understand their purpose.
In the blacksmith's shop outside the warehouse, there were blacksmiths in uniform who were busy with something.
Danny said, "Technology is a process of continuous accumulation. For example, alloys need to be tested bit by bit according to different ratios."
"Where do you plan to use the locomotive? Slave Bay's shipping is extremely developed, and it seems like there's no need for it. Or rather, it's not worth wasting so much steel. It's better to use the steam engine to replace manual labor and do some tedious and monotonous work. "Tyrion pondered.
"In the future, maybe we can research a kind of earth-type Witchcraft. The current mining technology is too backward, and the production of steel can't be increased, which leads to the high cost of the rails," Danny said.
After that, in front of the dwarf, the Dragon Queen used a pile of strange steel parts to form an "iron box" the size of a carriage beside the locomotive.
Then she pulled the sluice gate again, and the locomotive began to move again with a whooshing sound.
However, this time, the transmission shaft did not move the wheels of the train. Instead, it made the newly formed metal box hum.
Then, something that made the dwarf dumbfounded happened.
A large bag of wheat was poured into the port of the metal box, and from the other end, a long cloth bag surrounded the exit, and handfuls of warm flour as white as snow slid out.
Smelling the sweetness of the flour and grabbing a handful to feel the smooth and tender flour, the dwarf's eyes widened. He said in disbelief and realization, "So that's how it is. So this is how the steam engine changes the world."
He turned his head and pointed at the strangely shaped but exceptionally large six-bladed iron plow in the corner. He asked, "Can we still use the steam train to plow the land?"
"You think that plow the land is more difficult than threshing grain?" Danny looked regretful. "If we had discovered the two steel statues two years earlier, I could have let Slave Bay feed the entire world for ten years!"
The dwarf murmured, "I seem to see the future after the long night. Using the steam engine to plow the land and threshing the grain, every family's granary would be filled with wheat and rice, and no one would starve to death in winter."
As if he had some kind of realization, his eyes were clear and firm. "The magic civilization is the future of mankind! The City of Knowledge is wrong, and the people of Valleglia are also wrong.
The power of dragons and magic should not be used to conquer the world, but to serve the production of the world. "
"You're wrong." Danny shook her head. "The combination of magic and technology is the way of the king! If we don't understand the laws of science and physics, the power of magic will always be a weapon. "
"Yes, you're right, but we haven't even walked down the path of science. The history of the human kingdoms is more than ten thousand years old, and there is almost no progress in civilization. Ten thousand years of development is not as good as a few years of torment from you. "Tyrion's tone was complicated.
After spending the whole afternoon in the blacksmith's shop, Danny finally brought the dwarf into the palace in the evening.
It was luxurious beyond Tyrion's imagination, but the people in the palace surprised him greatly.
The palace was like another City of Knowledge, and the people living in it were all mages and scholars recruited by the Dragon Queen from all over the world.
There was no obvious boundary between mages and scholars, they wore the same clothes, read the same books, and discussed the same problems.
It was as if they were studying and researching at the same time.
Tyrion even saw their teaching materials, "Magic, Physics, Chemistry, and the Laws of Nature".
There were already three volumes of that book, and now a group of scholars and mages were working on the fourth and fifth volumes.
He found the first volume, "Basic Physics", and casually flipped it open to read.
Soon, the dwarf's attention was fully attracted by "Danny and Rize's Three Laws".
"This, this, these simple sentences seem to contain all the truth of the universe!" Tyrion was shocked again.
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"This is a university, but the teaching materials have not been compiled, and the system has not been set, everything is still in the initial stage," Danny said to him on the way back.
Tyrion was puzzled, "How come I didn't know there was a university here before?"
"The blacksmith's shop was built after getting Tile Steel, and then the forging and mechanical research developed into a university."
"Tile Steel …" Tyrion's eyebrows gradually furrowed, "Mechanization can't be separated from Tile Steel, and the total amount of Tile Steel is limited, I still have to think of a way to get the full set of forging techniques from Bellerion."
Another two days passed, and after all the dragon worms were transported to the Red Wasteland, Tessa returned.
That day, the dwarf wore the Tile Steel Armor that he begged from Sister Danny, which could satisfy his transformation requirements, and carried the Tile Steel Battle Axe on his back, and went to the dragon cave behind the pyramid alone.
He was ready to leave.
"Hey, you are … Simba?" Just as he walked out of the staircase, Tyrion saw the boy that left a deep impression on him.
He was scrubbing the scales of the Megalosaurus.
The red dragon was also more than two years old, almost three years old. Its body was almost twenty meters long, and it was as tall as a one-story building when it lay on the ground.
The boy called Simba was also shirtless in the middle of winter, wearing only a small pair of underpants. He stood steadily on the red dragon's back, using a brush to brush a layer of white foam on the dragon's scales.
The red light from the torches on the wall fell on the child's sweat-soaked back, shining brightly, and hot.
"Greetings, Your Highness." Simba saw the dwarf, but did not go down. He only stood on the dragon's back and performed a centaur's salute.
"What are you doing?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"Bathing Her Majesty's Megalosaurus."
"Why bathe? Megalosaurus doesn't need to bathe, "the dwarf said.
"Yes."
"Just swim two laps in the sea. “
"Yes, it's my job," Simba said seriously.
The dwarf was speechless.
After a pause, he asked again, "Are you afraid of the Megalosaurus?"
Simba lowered his head and glanced at Little Red. "Afraid of what?"
The dwarf choked again. "Ordinary people don't dare, and can't get close to the Megalosaurus. Megalosaurus naturally emits a dragon's aura, and they don't like strangers getting close. "
"I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the coachman who takes care of the Megalosaurus."
Tyrion grinned and waved to the boy. "Simba, come down. Let me take a good look at you."
Simba did not understand, but he still slid down the wing like a slide, carrying a wooden bucket and a mop.
This relaxed and casual movement made the dwarf's pupils contract.
"Child, how old are you? Who are your parents? "He touched Simba's soft and thick silver hair, and a trace of suspicion gradually appeared in his eyes.
"I'm five years old. My father is Jaco, and my mother is Lilith."
"Sh * t, you're only five years old. How come you're almost as tall as me?"
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