Extraordinary Mechanical City

After about half an hour, even those rooms that hadn't been opened were already very decayed. Even as soon as those classics were taken out, they turned into strands of ashes in his hands.

Finally, I still have regrets.

But Ren felt that at least 70% to 80% of the key books in this ruins had been recorded. There are thousands of volumes in total, which can be considered a great joy.

He couldn't understand the professional classics of alchemy and engineering, so he wanted to find some books on literature and history to learn about goblin civilization and the "dated history" of that era.

But after looking at it, Ren discovered that goblins are a very magical race, and they are simply a group of research workaholics!

They have almost no spiritual civilization and entertainment, and there are very few "idle books" such as humanities classics. Most of the books are professional classics, professional classics, professional classics!

The content of these classics records all their lives: mining, doing research, and doing experiments

Hiding in this dark underground mine all day long, day after day, year after year.

These thousands of books did not complete much history, which gave Ren a very strange impression, as if this was an almost completely isolated civilization.

Because there is no major event that can confirm the age, Ren does not even know that these goblins lived tens of thousands of years ago.

They, like the two great empires on the Ice Ridge Wasteland (before the airship fell), lived in an era and "local area" where only they, the goblins, were the only advanced intelligent creatures. There is no record of contact with other civilizations at all, and after a long period of time, it was annihilated in the dust of history.

Oh, and one more thing.

As for how the goblins in this city died, Ren had no clue at all.

Maybe it's divine punishment, curse, experimental accident, poisonous gas, virus.

Or something else?

In the era when gods existed, there were many evil things. These documents and classics did not allow him to speculate on the reason for the sudden disappearance of this civilization.

However, the historical truth that is too long is not important anymore.

The decay is irreversible, and no new literature can be found after searching.

In this way, the busyness will stop.

Mr. Toust also seemed to have collapsed, and sat on the stone steps.

Exhausting physical strength is one thing, the key is the mental tension throughout the whole process, making him weak as if he had suffered a serious illness.

Ymir on the side also opened his mouth slightly, and his breathing was a little short.

On the contrary, Ren was the most relaxed one. Except for his eyes moving, he had almost no physical exertion during the whole process.

At this moment, in his mind, he was selecting the "intelligent brain" to screen out for him the written records that might be the history of goblins.

But this "dazed" expression, in the eyes of others, is a bit unfathomable.

They thought that the Lord of Rennes was probably using some kind of extraordinary ability to strengthen his memory?

Then, a group of people appeared around him with nervous faces, wanting to ask questions, but afraid of interrupting his thinking and making certain memories disappear.

Finally, after a long time.

Or Ymir called softly, "Ren?"

"???"

Ren came back to his senses and saw seven or eight pairs of eyes staring at him with question marks on his face.

Ymir asked a question that everyone was curious about, and said, "How many of those goblin documents did you write down?"

Ren frowned: "This."

He himself didn't remember 10% of it, but his "intelligent brain" remembered it all.

But he was thinking about how much he should say he remembered before he belonged to the category of "normal people".

With so many thousands of classics, it is an astonishing amount to remember 10%.

But it was this frowning look, in the eyes of others, it was different.

Could it be that he didn't remember?

Especially Mr. Toust, his old face was frozen in place, and his heart almost jumped out nervously.

All the classics and documents have been decayed, and even if you don't remember them now, it is impossible to read them again.

If you really don't remember.

Oh, that was a nightmare, please wake me up immediately!

Ymir's expression was not good, and he asked cautiously and expectantly: "Probably. How much do you remember?"

There seemed to be a voice calling in her heart: 10%! Even remembering it once is a good thing!

Ren looked at the few people in front of him, especially Mr. Toust whose heart rate was jumping so strongly that others could hear it,

I'm afraid that if I want to say "I don't remember", the old man is afraid that he will go there on the spot.

Finally, after thinking about it, he still gave everyone a surprise, and said, "Probably 40 to 50 percent."

Ren had nothing to say, he paused and said, "I rarely forget the things I've seen, maybe I can remember more at any time."

"40 to 50%? Oh! Thanks for the blessing of the 'God of Steam'."

Hearing this, Toust finally felt that the soul that was afraid of hearing the bad news and faintly leaving him was re-established in his body.

He looked at Ren excitedly, and said solemnly: "I don't expect you to remember more, but you must never forget. Every word you can remember now is very important for 'alchemy' and 'alchemy'. 'Engineering' is of great significance to both disciplines. Even, for this era, it is of great significance!"

And Ymir on the side also let out a long sigh of relief.

Ren felt that the old man was old, and he was afraid that he would not be able to stand the stimulation anymore, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, Grandpa Toust. I will not forget what I have remembered now."

Mechanics have always been rigorous, and they believe in what they see rather than the "memory" of metaphysics.

Hearing this, Mr. Toust breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not completely relieved.

Thinking about it, he quickly took out the white paper and pen he usually used for drawing, and said to Ren: "Hurry up and write down what you remember first while you can."

For the sake of technology, this old man has gone crazy.

"."

Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry, as if he was being forced to confess.

But seeing Toust's face like walking on thin ice, he still picked up the pen and started writing.

I wrote a few recipes, and then drew a simpler mechanical design drawing.

Although he couldn't understand what Ryan wrote down, but as a professional mechanic, Toust, looking at the extremely precise design drawings, immediately realized that Ryan really wrote it down, completely Remember it!

"My God. You really took note."

Knowing that he saw the real thing in front of him, Toust dared to believe that fate was really favoring him, and trembled with excitement.

He looked at the items on the drawing, pondered for a moment, and then said, "This seems to be a blueprint for a 'special bomb'. No, it seems to be a bomb auxiliary device, probably to control the explosion range."

When Ren heard this, he called professional in his heart.

Sure enough, professional things still need to be done by professional people, because what is written on the blueprint is [Goblin Directed Bomb Device]!

Then, Toust looked at the alchemy formula recorded in the ancient goblin language and sighed: "Unfortunately, the 'goblin civilization' is a civilization with a longer history than the 'Munkel civilization'. The 'goblin language' that has been excavated now The sum of all the documents may not be as many as the few lines in front of me, and interpretation is a big problem."

Ren looked at Toust's expression of worrying about gains and losses, wanted to relax the atmosphere, and said with relief: "Grandpa Toust, you know that I still have a little talent in language and writing. I have read a lot of those goblin classics. If I have a little time, I should be able to translate it."

Ymir on the side didn't speak, but glanced at Ren, with a strange expression on his face.

Have a little talent? You have billions of talents.

Hearing this, Toust seemed to be injected with a tranquilizer.

Then he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure due to excitement. Although he was still full of expectations, he seemed to be relieved, and said: "Ren, don't force yourself too much, remember as much as you can. You can see These goblin literature, the 'God of Steam' has favored us."

But when he said it, he always felt a little frustrated, and added: "But I also feel that He will continue to take care of us."

And when everyone was still watching Ren show off his miraculous memory to copy goblin technology documents, new news came suddenly!

The thieves who went to explore the road came back to report: "City Lord Rennes, Your Royal Highness, we found a large smelting plant and forging plant in a mine 300 meters below!"

"Sure enough!"

Hearing this, Toust slapped his thigh fiercely.

Now that the city where this ancient goblin lived has been discovered, it is an unexpected surprise. And their original purpose of coming this trip was for [Angela Black Iron].

He had thought of it before, if there is an ore layer, there must be a smelting plant; if there is a standard shield weapon, there must be a forging plant!

At this time, the assassin said: "Also, we found a very strange instrument in the ground."

Toust: "A very strange instrument?"

Assassin: "Yes. And, it's still working!"

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

This city has been innumerable years, and the steel has rotted into slag, what other equipment can work?