For Kamel, this was a whole new era — or even a whole new world.
The powerful Kingdom of Gondor, the supreme glory of mankind, the advanced magic technology, all the glory in his memory had vanished. A thousand years could erase many things, and the glorious civilization created by mankind seemed insignificant in the face of the power of time.
To be honest, he was not used to it.
However, the experience of being imprisoned in the Shadow Realm for thousands of years gave him a will that far exceeded that of ordinary people. Generally speaking, such an experience would only lead to two results. One was hysterical madness, and the other was transcendent calmness.
He had gone through the hysterical stage and fortunately transitioned to a state where he could think calmly.
So he knew very well that he had to face reality and accept this new era. At the very least, he had to figure out what kind of environment he had to survive in in the future.
It was said that mankind had experienced a large-scale technological and social discontinuity, and the human kingdoms of today were built from scratch on the barren land. In the conversation with the people in his territory, he heard many incredible things about this era. The technological retrogression and the barbarism of modern humans stunned him — although he could no longer do it physiologically. The only fortunate thing was that the ancient lord who came back from the grave like him was also a glorious Gondor. Under his rule, the land was not so barbaric.
This was the greatest fortune for Kamel.
Under the guidance of Gwen, he came to the mechanical manufacturing facility on the east side of the territory. This place for research and development of mechanical equipment was very familiar to him. Although the mechanical equipment here was very different from the magical workshop of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor, he felt a familiar atmosphere here: the technicians were obsessed with research and manufacturing, and new ideas collided in the work area. This was a good place for research and learning.
A silver-white metal ball with an exaggerated smiley face on its surface floated in front of Kamel. Kamel looked at the metal ball in front of him in amazement. The metal ball bobbed up and down slightly in front of him, and a metallic voice came from inside the ball. "Hello, I heard you're coming."
Kamael was once again dumbfounded (on a psychological level). He noticed that the technicians around him — those who did not have any magical reaction — were all looking at him with curiosity and respect. Kamael quickly realized that the metal ball in front of him was probably the person in charge of this place. "You are …" Kamael exclaimed in shock.
"You can call me Mr. Egg, or you can call me Mr. Egg for short." The metal ball bobbed up and down in a reserved manner. "I'm the director of Cecil's mechanical manufacturing facility, and also the person in charge of the mechanical research and development department."
"I'm Kamel Slain, just call me Kamel." Kamel introduced himself a little awkwardly. He did not expect to need to talk to a ball. He finally remembered that the seigneur had told him that there were many strange beings like him in this land, and he had obviously underestimated this point. "The seigneur asked me to learn from you … about how to adapt to this society. He said that he found you in the Disobedient Citadel. "
"Ah, the Disobedient Citadel … We finally know the name of the ruins. Come with me, I'll show you the place and let you understand the technical route we are taking." Mr. Egg turned around, and his silver-white funny face scanned the technicians around him. "What are you guys doing here? Have you finished the impact resistance test of the new runic substrate?! "
After the human technicians dispersed, the silvery-white egg continued, "I did come from that place. I was in the Disobedience Fortress a thousand years ago. However, I was in the middle layer back then. I wasn't in the same place as you."
"Are you really a member of the Disobedient Citadel?" Kamel looked at the metal ball beside him in shock. "Oh my god … I thought my life form had changed so much … What kind of research did you do in the Disobedient Citadel back then?"
Mr. Egg Nicholas slowed down a little. "… I was studied."
Kamel was speechless.
"It was not a pleasant experience, but I can talk to you about it when we have time." Mr. Egg Nicholas floated forward. "Now we are passing by the first assembly workshop. You can see how the industrial power of this land is created. Most of the ideas for these machines and equipment came from our seigneur, but the specific drawings and designs are now done by me and the technicians. Of course, occasionally other departments will design and send orders, and we will do the manufacturing. "
"… Almost all of them are ordinary people …" Kamel looked at the scene in the workshop in surprise. "Where are their master mages? Do they just let these ordinary people fiddle with the magic gears? "
"Master mages? There is no master mages here, "Mr. Egg Nicholas said in a buzzing voice." You must completely forget your past habits. These skilled magicians do not need the guidance of their master mages. What constrains them are the operating procedures and safety rules in the workshop. The mages in the territory are not called masters under any circumstances. Their task is to do research in the laboratory and teach students in the school. "
"… I think I do need time to adapt to all of this."
"You'd better get used to it quickly," Mr. Egg Nicholas said. "Next, let's go to the machining center. I'll show you how ordinary people use the power of magic gears to make parts."
…
Amber returned to the territory. Along with her, there were hundreds of people who entered Cecil's territory. They were simply dressed but had a unique personality.
Even in the winter, Cecil's territory still maintained a super-fast construction speed with new changes every day. Standing in the square at the entrance of the town, Amber found that the 'Merchant Hall', which was just a framework when she set out, had entered the stage of topping off the main body. A newly manufactured mechanical lifting device was lifting a large pile of lightened construction materials to the upper floor of the building. She could not help but sigh. "Fortunately, I came back early. If I came back half a month later, I'm afraid I would have to ask someone for directions …"
Scarface Anton and Gypsy, who came down from the caravan, were stunned at the scene in front of them. They obviously did not expect that Cecil's territory, which was said to have been opened less than a year ago, had already been built to such an extent. They also did not expect that in this cold winter, there would be a territory that could be so prosperous.
They came from the northern area of Leslie's territory. Leslie's territory was one of the few rich places in the Southern Border of the Kingdom. Even so, the town they lived in was still bleak after winter. People were unwilling to go out in the snow. The poor lived in their shacks with a few meters of food stored for the winter. The rich waited around the fireplace in their mansions for the spring. The lawless people like them drank wine in pubs under the hot moonshine. This was the "normal way to spend the winter" in their cognition. But Cecil's normal life in the cold wind and the atmosphere of construction in all directions was obviously unheard of.
But before they were infected by the atmosphere, the first thing that these hoodlums, scoundrels, and thieves felt was nervousness and uneasiness. Because they could see the order in the bustling town in front of them, and they could also see the security personnel in neat light armor patrolling the streets. Such a town was obviously 'tricky' for people like them.
The "active civil activists" who were used to sneaking around and hiding from the patrols were still not used to the current situation of legal entry. They even forgot that they were allowed to enter the city …
Anton, who was the leader when Amber left, came forward on behalf of everyone and asked his boss, "Big Sister, is this really Cecil's territory?"
"Otherwise?" Hu Po turned around and frowned as he looked at those fellows who were either trembling or shifty-eyed after getting off the caravan. He yelled, "All of you, be more spirited! Keep your heads up! Didn't you shout when you were in the caravan? Why are you all so listless now? You're hired by the Lord! You didn't sneak in! "
Such a large group of people gathered in the square was certainly conspicuous. At this time, the patrolling public security personnel had noticed the movement in the square. A patrol team came towards the square. Gypsy saw the armoured soldiers from afar. She immediately reminded Amber nervously, "Big Sister, the soldiers are coming!"
The others also became nervous when they saw the soldiers approaching, but Amber pursed her lips and raised her hand to greet the soldiers. "Hey! I'm here! "
Only then did the patrol captain notice who was leading the group. He quickly brought his men forward and saluted. "Miss Amber! The Lord is already waiting for you! "
Then, he glanced at the hundred and ten new guests and smiled. "The Count has also instructed that if you bring anyone here, you can bring them directly to the old barracks on the north side of Knight Street to rest for a while. They are ready to come out."
"Got it." Amber nodded. "But these people are unruly. I'm afraid they'll cause trouble …"
"The old barracks are no longer in use, so it won't affect …"
"No, I mean I'll be responsible for educating these people after they cause trouble. Don't stop them when the time comes. They won't die."
The young captain was obviously not used to communicating with Amber. "… …"
After the patrol left, Anton finally dared to speak. With a trace of surprise and awe, he said, "Big Sister, you're … really a member of the upper class? Even the Lord's soldiers salute you! "
"Nonsense, didn't I already say that I'm now the Lord's personal guard?" Amber glanced at the bald man. "And if I didn't have this identity, how do you think I got a pass issued by Viscount Andrew Leslie for the hundred of you?"
Anton laughed. "The Viscount can't wait for people like us to get out of his territory."
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