When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#717 - The Secret of Hollow Earth

As the head of the constabulary, Raphael couldn't keep Leonardo for too long. After all, after creating the hydraulic upper-string machine and the clockwork cannon, he had already become a senior engineer at the Royal Academy of Mechanical Engineering.

Leonardo bid farewell to Raphael, walked out of the cafe, and stepped onto the sidewalk outside.

He lowered his hat to shield himself from the wind and frost, and the constabulary guards stationed outside immediately arrived and stood beside Leonardo.

Considering that several senior engineers from the Holy See of Mechanics and dwarven artisans had been attacked and robbed after the New Year's Eve banquet, Horne had to step up their protection.

Raising his head, Leonardo looked at the city before him.

The red sun reflected the colored glass of the sunset, shining on the river and the bridgehead in a golden red color.

The ferry boats on the Parla River were crowded, with boatmen standing at the bow of their boats, yelling hoarsely. Boats carrying vegetables, goods, and people collided, creating ripples on the water's surface.

But there were always one or two small boats that could accurately pass through the gaps between the boats, disappearing from sight before the scolding could catch up.

It was already past six o'clock in the morning, and there were many more people going to work than before.

These groups of workers gathered at the pier, waiting for the next ferry to the factory area downstream.

They wore thick fleece hats, tweed coats, and knitted scarves and gloves, their thick beards or sideburns shaking as they shouted.

With the massive amounts of wool from the Gravel Plains and yarn from South Mound County entering the market, the Holy See of Mechanics' garment industry also flourished.

Coupled with the workers' decent wages and indulgences, almost everyone could afford a warm tweed coat in the winter.

And the low price of wool yarn allowed women to knit wool vests or scarves for their husbands or fathers and brothers at home.

In such a cold winter, the workers took off their coats and scarves and ran to the nearby grass to pose and start doing push-ups.

To be exact, they were using push-ups or parallel bars to practice knight breathing techniques.

With the development of cured meat and abundant mountain and fishing resources in the mountainous areas, it's not to say that every meal has meat, but for citizens, one meat meal a day is very normal.

Perhaps it's just a few eggs and two sausages, but it's enough for ordinary people to practice at least one stage of breathing techniques.

Basically, every day they would spare twenty minutes to an hour to practice breathing techniques, after all, the Liah Kingdom's invading sword hangs overhead, not knowing when it will fall.

If necessary, they would also pick up swords, put on armor, and fight for their country.

It is because of the great threat of Liah and the A fictional army name, that almost everyone in Qianhe Valley is practicing breathing techniques and learning military knowledge.

In rural areas, the heads of the Guardian Army have to call the villagers out to practice marching in formation, spearmanship, breathing techniques, and some knowledge of identifying terrain direction during the slack winter season.

These Guardian Army heads are basically the placement destination for disabled retired veterans.

Of course, some of them were also arranged to be mail coach drivers or public carriage drivers.

Just like the public carriage driver that Leonardo was about to take, he was a retired veteran of the old Black Champion.

Standing by the bell on the bridgehead, a two-story double-wheeled carriage pulled by two chestnut-colored horses slowly drove up.

Looking at the seven or eight scholars and monks sitting on the carriage, Leonardo smiled and greeted, "Laune, you're a little late today."

"A short-sighted thief wanted to steal something, and I broke his leg with a shot, which took a lot of time." Laune raised his hat brim, "Get on the bus."

Holding the briefcase and getting on the carriage, Leonardo didn't pay, as a senior engineer, he could ride public transportation for free.

If he were an ordinary craftsman or engineer, he would have to pay about half a Dinar for the fare.

Getting on this carriage, Leonardo met an old acquaintance: "Scholar Kerben, what a coincidence, why are you so early today?"

Scholar Kerben was used to working at night due to his previous hiding, belonging to the night owl type.

So he always went to work in the afternoon and returned to his residence in the early hours of the morning.

It was quite rare to meet this alchemist scholar at such an early hour.

Kerben raised his head with bloodshot eyes, and when he saw that it was Leonardo, he showed a nasty smile with his rotten yellow teeth: "What a coincidence, Leonardo."

Although Leonardo belonged to the Senius camp, he was not a true student of Senius after all.

So the poor relationship between Senius and Kerben did not affect the friendship between Leonardo and Kerben.

After all, when Leonardo encountered any material problems when designing and manufacturing machines, he would either find alchemists or dwarves to solve them.

Squeezing to Kerben's side, a strong smell of tobacco and coffee entered his nose.

Leonardo twitched his nose and asked uncertainly: "Did you stay up all night? Or is it the problem of that hollow soil?"

"Smart guy... cough cough cough--" As soon as Scholar Kerben opened his mouth, he coughed violently in a hoarse voice, and Leonardo hurriedly patted his back.

Pushing away Leonardo's hand, Scholar Kerben smoothed his breath before continuing to speak: "I studied all night yesterday and finally solved the problem of hollow soil!"

The so-called Hollow Soil is the gravity anomaly caused by the red soil that Horne had previously collected in Black Serpent Bay.

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Now even Leonardo was energized: "You are a genius, can I ask, what exactly is hollow soil all about?"

"Hehehe my friend, before I inform Her Highness Silov and Your Majesty, you are not qualified to hear its secrets." Kerben raised his chin triumphantly and pouted his lips, "I can only say that other alchemical priests have always thought that it is the same as swamp soil, with only peat as a substance, but do you know? They are wrong."

After speaking, Kerben showed a mysterious smile, making Leonardo itchy.

You know, any new breakthroughs in his machines largely depend on breakthroughs in two aspects: materials and power.

With an unbearable curiosity, Leonardo simply didn't go to the engineering academy and followed Kerben to the Mechanical Palace.

"Is Your Majesty up?" Kerben asked the guard at the door.

"Your Majesty is eating breakfast..."

"Who else is dining together?" Kerben directly interrupted the guard at the door.

"Um, Her Highness Silov and Lord Senius..."

"Woo - too cool." Before the waiter finished speaking, Kerben rubbed his hands and couldn't wait to rush into the gate.

Looking at the guard's bewildered eyes, Leonardo had to nod politely, picked up Kerben's heavy suitcase, and walked into the yard with difficulty.

By the time he arrived at the restaurant, covered in sweat, he happened to see Horne wiping his mouth helplessly, turning his body to Kerben: "Okay, okay, I won't eat, tell me, I'm listening."

"Your Majesty, the task you gave me is completed." Kerben opened his arms, "I cracked the secret of hollow soil and extracted more than one kind of metal, some of which have never appeared in this world before!

So at this time, someone wrote in the paper, 'Only hard rocky mountains can grow metal ores'!

Who is it? Who is it? Hmm, guess who?

Oh, it turns out to be our knowledgeable, self-proclaimed understanding of everything, the great scholar, Lord Senius!"

Not looking at Senius, whose face turned from bronze to iron black, Horne held back his laughter and turned his head to look at Kerben: "You know that I require the result to be reproducible, right?"

"Of course, I reproduced it three times, all successfully." Kerben turned around, took the suitcase from Leonardo's hand, and put it directly on the ground to open it.

Inside were various unrecognizable metals, all about the size of soybeans or fists, with metallic luster.

"Wait." Horne suddenly stood up from his seat, he stepped forward quickly and picked up a grain of metal: "This... this is... Mithril?!"