Mechanical Doctor

"Brother, is the meal ready? Mr. Manolin and I are starving!"

Fods finished cleaning the clinic and shouted to Fordlo.

"Fods, you are too rude. If you are hungry, just say it yourself, don't bring Mr. Manolin with you."

Fodlo lectured Fords.

Manolin smiled and waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

Everyone sat down at the dining table together, and Fordlo opened the iron cover placed on Manolin.

"Mr. Manolin, today's main course is fried steak, and the soup is shrimp and egg soup. Do you want to drink today?"

"Forget about the wine, I have to go out in the afternoon."

Fodlo served the soup and placed it in front of Manolin and returned to his seat.

"Okay, let's eat."

Manolin took the lead and picked up the knife and fork to cut the steak.

When the brothers Fordlo and Fords saw Manolin start eating, they also started.

At first, the two brothers didn't dare to eat with Manolin, and said that each of them would just eat one black bread.

When Manolin had his first meal with them, he was shocked to see the two brothers in the kitchen, each holding a piece of black bread and chewing it.

When Manolin had just crossed over and had no money, he had to eat black bread with hot soup to soften it. Manolin felt a toothache when he saw the two brothers chewing black bread.

From then on, Manolin forced them to eat at the same table with him and asked them to eat the same thing as him.

Manolin had to sigh that Fordlo's cooking talent was really good. With his half-baked guidance, Fordlo's cooking skills could improve rapidly, just like this steak, Fordlo fried it at the right temperature, tender but not raw, and even the sauce was very well prepared.

Fords, who was struggling with the steak, suddenly said:

"Mr. Manolin, I heard from Aunt Alona next door that her nephew who is a patrolman told her that there are traces of cultists in Gran City recently, so please be careful when you go out."

Manolin nodded, but didn't care. Not to mention that he is not as powerless as he was when he just crossed over.

Just say that this kind of gossip is not very credible.

From the original owner's memory, we know that the cultists in this world can be divided into three categories according to their beliefs.

The first category is those who believe in evil gods, such as the hunters who believe in the god of hunting.

The hunters will list all the creatures in front of them as their targets, whether they are intelligent creatures or animals, as long as they can breathe, they are their targets.

People who believe in this kind of evil gods will gradually approach their own gods in their three views and gradually become "rational lunatics".

This kind of people are also the only ones who can communicate among all the cultists.

But most of the time, there is no good result in communication.

The second type is the belief in the existence of demons. After these people believe in demons, a completely chaotic creature, their rationality will be completely destroyed by the power of demons.

And the more power they get from demons, the crazier they become, and they are "complete lunatics".

The third type is the belief in some indescribable monsters in some foreign lands.

Such people will completely lose their rationality and become monsters, which can be called "unhuman things".

These three types of cultists have a characteristic that the stronger they are, the less rational they are, so little that they will make a big move as soon as they enter the city, and will soon be eliminated by the strong and the army in the city.

So Manolin is not too worried about these guys. If he encounters a low-level one who can't beat him, he can run away even if he can't beat him. As for the high-level ones, they are likely to be eliminated as soon as they enter the city, so he won't encounter them.

After Manolin finished his meal, he walked out of the clinic with a gun box.

At this time, the rain had stopped. Manolin took a few deep breaths of the fresh air after the rain, and even his mood was better.

This time Manolin's destination is John's home.

John ordered a steam rifle from Manolin, and the reward was a license for private production and possession of firearms.

The Elliot Federation is a country with strict restrictions on firearms, especially private production and possession of firearms require a license, and it is very difficult to obtain a license. It is almost impossible for ordinary people to obtain a license without connections.

Manolin can only ask John for help if he wants to legally produce and possess firearms.

Although John is a retired officer who no longer has real power, his Alfred family is very powerful.

The Alfred family is a standard military family, and most of the family members serve in the navy or army of the Elliot Federation.

And John Alfred is the younger brother of the contemporary Alfred family patriarch.

For ordinary people, it is very difficult to apply for a license to manufacture and possess firearms, but for the Alfred family, it is simply impossible.A small thing worth mentioning.

Manolin came to the villas in the aristocratic area of ​​Binhai. Looking at these spacious and gorgeous villas, he could only secretly curse these wealthy people for being so rich.

The steam taxi rented by Manolin stopped in front of the gate of No. 15 Binhai Road.

No. 15 Binhai Road is where John is.

The servant at the door informed John of Manolin's arrival.

But after a while, the servant led Manolin through the garden in the front yard and entered John's mechanical workshop in the villa.

There was only John in the workshop. He was bare-chested and only wore a leather apron, hammering the iron block hard.

The workshop was very hot because of the furnace, and the servant who led Manolin here was sweating profusely in just a moment.

John put the forged iron block into the quenching barrel and nodded with satisfaction after quenching.

After John sent the servant away, he wiped his sweat and said, "Little Manolin, have you finished making the gun I asked you to make?"

Manolin patted the gun box.

"Of course, it's here."

John took Manolin to a place far away from the furnace. The temperature here was not too hot because it was far away from the furnace.

Manolin took the gun box and handed it to John.

John opened the gun box and couldn't let go of the steam rifle.

"I have to say, little Manolin, your craftsmanship is really great. Whether it is workmanship or details, it is master-level."

"Let's go, I'll take you to the shooting range to test the gun."

John took the [phlogiston stone] for the steam gun and the bullet corresponding to the red falcon, and led Manolin to the backyard of the villa.

The backyard of John's villa was built into a shooting range by him.

John excitedly fired a few shots with the red falcon steam rifle.

John looked at the target brought by the servant and was very satisfied with the bullet holes that penetrated the target.

The targets are all made of thickened steel, and ordinary steam rifles are difficult to penetrate.

"Well, little Manolin's gun is really good. It is worthy of being a [Mechanic] creation. I am very satisfied."

John said to Manolin while withdrawing the [Phlogiston Stone] from the steam rifle.

"I have asked someone to apply for the gun manufacturing license and gun holding license. I can get it the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Manolin naturally trusts John's credibility. After chatting with John for a few words about the precautions of the license, he was dragged by John to see his work.

Manolin was a little speechless. He showed the mechanical creation in front of a [Mechanic]. I really don't know if John is confident or something.