Although there were no separate roads for people and carriages in the Lost Land, the Holy City of Estali was a big city, and the main roads were filled with carriages carrying people and goods. Therefore, the pedestrians on the road would consciously move to the side. If they were injured, they wouldn't be hit and run, but they wouldn't be able to bear the burden of the next life or compensate for their mental trauma. There was no future in the Lost Land.
Even so, Lin didn't go all out. Just by stepping on the gas pedal, the speed was faster than the normal speed of the carriage. If he went all out, not only would others be scared, even he would be scared. It wasn't that he didn't have confidence in his driving skills after not driving for more than ten years, or that he was worried that the car would fall apart. It was just that he didn't have confidence in the people on the road.
This strange machine would attract people's attention on the road, which was within his expectations. However, many people directly jumped in front of the car, intending to stop it, which was unexpected. Lin didn't know what these people were up to, but he didn't plan to explain it to them anyway, so he chose to dodge them.
If they were further away, he would turn the steering wheel and avoid them; if they were too close, he would use Blink and throw them to the side of the road. As for whether they would be contaminated by the foreign energy, he didn't care, because if he didn't do that, he would have to drive towards them.
He didn't want to drive the first car in the history of the Lost Land and get into the first car accident in the history of the Lost Land.
When he got the feel of the car, Lin tried to speed up. The banquet was in the Holy City's District IV, which was some distance away from District VI where he lived.
With Blink, he would arrive in an instant, but if he took a carriage, it would take him half an hour to an hour. This was why he didn't consider walking in the first place. As for how long it would take to drive, he wasn't sure.
In addition to checking his driving skills and the road conditions, Lin also did some simple tests on the road. In addition to some basic simulation of braking and turning conditions, Lin also tested the navigation system.
Using the Arcane Eye to record the streets of the city, and then turning it around to show a scaled-down version of the real scene was a skill that he had been playing with for a long time. With this as the foundation, designing a navigation system would be a matter of course.
However, until now, there were no traffic laws in the Lost Land. Therefore, besides the shortest distance, the only rule for navigation was to set the width of the road to allow vehicles to travel side by side. If the alley was too narrow, he wouldn't go through it.
Actually, these weren't the first of their kind. Back when the airship Sid was being modified, they had already used this technology. However, it was an airship that flew in the air. The flight path in the air was not as complicated as the streets on the ground. Therefore, the navigation system needed to be adjusted.
The Flying Ship Sid had an autopilot mode with a navigation system, and the Silver Bearded Dwarves certainly planned to do the same in the car. Although the plan proposed by the dwarves was feasible in Lin's opinion, the system that had been developed was not yet mature, so he did not intend to put his life on the line and did not activate the self-driving mode of the Silver Whisker Edition.
While exploring and testing, Lin unknowingly arrived at his destination.
A strange metal monster was parked outside the mansion. How could the guards at the gate not be nervous? Especially since there were guests coming today, and they were all people that his master had instructed him to treat with care. Regardless of whether those people could solve their own problems or not, if the host couldn't help the guests solve their problems, the subordinates couldn't be relieved just by being scolded for 'dereliction of duty'.
However, just as one of the guards was about to poke the metal monster with a spear in his hand, he noticed that there was a person sitting in the middle of the monster. That person stuck out his head and a hand. He said, "I'm here for the banquet. This is the invitation letter, please confirm. "At the same time, he handed over the gold-plated invitation letter in his hand.
Looks like it's not a monster. The two guards breathed a sigh of relief and regained their dignified and mighty demeanor. After checking the invitation letter, they said respectfully, "Your invitation letter has been confirmed. May I know if you … "
Hearing the hesitant voice of the guards, how could Lin not know what they were worried about? He said, "Please tell me where the carriage is parked. This car won't move if no one is driving it. "
Although he didn't quite understand what this metal monster was, since the guest said that it wouldn't move if no one was controlling it, it was more or less reassuring. In this city full of Magicians, there were too many strange things. There was no standard that could restrict everyone, not to mention that he was just a gatekeeper.
Under the guidance of the guards, Lin parked the car in the middle of a group of carriages and headed toward the main house. This house was still in a situation where the owner was not present. The deacon who stayed behind temporarily took the position of housekeeper and stood at the door to welcome the guests.
The people attending the banquet today were quite lively, and it was clear that there were two groups of people. One group was led by the Law Saint Babak Abnahan. There were both old and young Magicians. The one thing they had in common was that they were all dressed quite luxuriously.
The luxurious here didn't just refer to the gorgeous clothes, but also to the magic attached to them. They were as powerful as a man who sprayed an entire bottle of cologne or a woman who sprayed an entire bottle of perfume. One could smell their strong presence from afar without having to get close.
They looked like they were ready to fight at any time, which made a certain fellow who came to the banquet twitch his mouth. Fortunately, they were only wearing equipment and not holding weapons in their hands. If they were still holding magic wands or other kinds of magic weapons, today's banquet would definitely be a treacherous one. They didn't need to eat anything and could just run or fight directly. Perhaps it would save them some trouble.
Speaking of which, they were afraid of Cassette Cutting.
The other group of people had a completely different temperament. No matter what, a Magician would have the temperament of someone who had seen blood and fire and who had grown up in battle. No one's hands were clean. Without seeing blood, there was no way to cross that threshold. Magicians in the Enchanted Land weren't jugglers or entertainers, nor were they only doing research behind closed doors and ignoring the world.
But that group of strangers was more like refined nobles. There were men and women, and they were all dressed quite modestly. The most important thing was that the men among them were all wearing black tuxedos, and the women were wearing Victorian-style finery. It was full of lace, muslin, ribbons, lotus leaves, bowties, and multi-layered cake cutting, pleats, and other elements, gorgeous and reserved.
In addition to these two groups of people who were chatting and laughing, there was also a group of armed guards standing by the wall. They were wearing short clothes with narrow sleeves, armed belts, and flintlocks slung over their shoulders. They stood ramrod straight, like javelins on flagpoles.
In fact, the Enchanted Land had been around for a long time. The most famous were the dwarven flintlocks and the goblin flintlocks. The former was only made by a small number of dwarves and was regarded as a secret of the dwarves; the latter was so unreliable that no one dared to use it. Coupled with the dominance of magic, the development of firearms in the Enchanted Land wasn't as intense as it was on Earth.
It was precisely because guns weren't valued that not many people recognized these flintlocks. Just looking at the Magicians present, they were talking and laughing as if they weren't threatened at all. A certain someone guessed that they probably didn't know what the group of guards surrounding the wall had on their shoulders.
But to be honest, even if they knew, the flintlocks on their shoulders really wouldn't be able to scare the Magicians. With a single shot, the small number of people in front of him didn't amount to much, not to mention that there were more Magicians here than guns.
If they were dealing with him … If there were a row of Tyrants standing by the wall with Vulcan cannons, a certain someone would definitely slip away without a word. But a group of flintlock soldiers who seemed to be in good spirits but were still a distance away from the true essence of the elites might still be able to stay and see what the other party was up to.
Not long after he stood at the door, the main inviter, Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan, came up to him. He first introduced the Magicians around him. They were all Babak's relatives and friends, or their disciples and grand-disciples.
After Lin greeted everyone one by one, the Warlock Saint said politely, "Sir Cuipwood, we finally meet again. The mathematical knowledge in the journal is getting more and more profound. If you don't calm down and think carefully, you won't be able to figure it out. And those classic problems that you left at the end, are they really unsolvable? "
Lin smiled and replied, "Sir Warlock Saint, as long as there is a problem, how can there not be an explanation? There must be a reasonable answer, it's just that I don't know. "
"How can that be? Your understanding of mathematics is something that many people have to look up to. I took your journal and asked a lot of old men with white beards who everyone looked down on. If you can't answer it, then who can? "
"The vast universe is full of mysteries. I'm not omniscient and omnipotent. Sir Warlock Saint, you think too highly of me. But just because there is no answer today doesn't mean that there won't be any tomorrow. We continue to improve our knowledge and cultivate the next generation of talents. Isn't it because we hope that they can stand on our shoulders and advance to a higher place? In terms of educating talents, I'm far inferior to you. "Lin pointed at the group of Magicians around Babak and said enviously.
"Well said." The Warlock Saint, who responded politely, suddenly put his arm around someone's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Let me ask you a secret question. Did you really fight with that person?"
"That person? Who? "
Faced with such doubts, Babak Abnahan didn't answer directly. Instead, he cautiously gestured ten and then four with his fingers. Only then did Lin guess that the Warlock Saint might be referring to the 14th Prince, Azad Kazarnia. He said helplessly, "Yes, we really fought. I nearly lost my life at the hands of that noble man. " I was really lucky to be able to survive. "
"Oh, you have to tell me later, how did you do it?" She loosened her arm from his shoulder and returned to their normal conversational distance. Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan brought Lin in front of a middle-aged gentleman and said, "Let me introduce you to today's other guest, Mr. Ruan Wenyue of the Jialong Chamber of Commerce."
Although time had left traces on his face, it was a radiance full of wisdom. Coupled with his well-tailored tuxedo and his shiny and elegant hairstyle, he was truly an impeccable gentleman, even for men. He extended his right hand, which represented goodwill, and greeted, "Your Excellency Cuipwood, I've heard a lot about you."
At the same time, the young men and women standing behind him either nodded or raised their glasses in greeting.
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