Fairy’s Box

After leaving the monastery, almost an hour later, the bishop's carriage returned to Hagia Sophia. After changing back to his own attire, Yale told everyone to go back first, as he still had things to do.

The people watching the Black Seat slowly disappeared from sight, and Bishop Ike grabbed the arm of the black-haired knight impatiently and walked to the ruins of the temple, wanting to show his latest achievements.

Yale slowly but firmly pushed the hand away: "Ike, is it really good for you to do this?"

"What do you mean? Do you think my research is wrong?" There was a hint of anger in the bishop's eyes.

"Of course your research is a good thing! I'm also willing to do my best to help you." The black-haired knight first tried to dispel the opponent's anger, and then said sincerely:

"I have a hunch that the steam car will become a great invention. However, people's ability and energy are limited. How long can you last on your own?"

"I..." Ike's face darkened. The other party's words really touched his pain. Recently, not only has research entered a bottleneck, but the funds are not enough. Otherwise, who will steal those candlesticks...

"I have an idea that might solve this trouble. Would you like to hear it?"

"Needless to say." The bishop waved his hand dejectedly, showing a bitter smile: "You want me to give up the results, right? Give me some time to think about it."

"To be precise, it's sold!" Yale picked up the bench on the ground and patted in front of the other party:

"Look, the bench made by mankind for the first time is definitely not as delicate as it is now. Technology is something that will be upgraded with the proliferation. You can't solve the problem by thinking about it alone. If you ask a hundred people to think about it, maybe there is a solution. As far as I know, although I don't know if the steam car can replace the horse-drawn carriage, at least it has the advantage of not **** everywhere.

Moreover, some local tyrants like special and curious things. As long as the technology of the steam car flows out, are you afraid that you will not see it upgrade? With enough money, you can research new things again. "

Ike was heartbroken at first when he heard it, suddenly noticed his identity, and could only helplessly shook his head: "Listening to you, it seems reasonable, but I'm a cleric... don't harm me, it will kill people. ."

"Don't worry, how could I let you come forward in such a matter?" The black-haired knight put down the bench with his backhand and raised a finger in front of the bishop:

"Trust me, how about selling the steam car to me? I'll pay... 100,000 sols!"

"100,000!" Ike was so frightened that he almost collapsed, his eyes widened and he gasped for a while, and he kept breathing cold air and said, "Don't mess around, it's really not worth so much for scrap copper and rotten iron!"

"I didn't buy a steam car." Yale shook his head, grabbed the pair of trembling arms, and pointed:

"The thing I bought is your dream. In my heart, it is priceless. Besides, the real value of that thing may far exceed this number."

The bishop's eyes were quickly covered by mist, and he held the opponent's hand firmly, choked and said, "In this world, the parents who gave birth to me, you are the one who understands me best... In that case, 200,000."

"Go away! Love to sell or not to sell!"

"Let's discuss it. How about I send you a time machine?"

"Go away! Another 80,000 nonsense!"

"Don't! Pay with one hand and deliver with one hand, give me the money, you can move as many things in the ruins of the hall as you want!"

"It's still like a human saying, wait for me for half an hour."

Yale drove to the nearby National Debt Center, took out the bond slip, took out enough money, and turned back to the Sophia Cathedral. From a distance, he saw Ike standing in front of the door eagerly waiting for him.

The two nuns stared at him suspiciously, the kind of gaze that was like seeing an ape evolve into a human.

The bishop hurried over to meet him, staring at the suitcase in his hand, unable to take his eyes away: "You're finally back! I've been worried that you'll regret it halfway through. Come in quickly, the things are yours."

The two came to the ruins of the cathedral together, and Yale looked at the new generation of steam cars and handed the suitcase directly to Ike.

As if afraid of his repentance, the bishop quickly took the suitcase and introduced it wholeheartedly:

"Last time, I initially separated the vapor compressor from the cylinder to create a new type of steam engine that made it much more efficient. It's just that the risk has become higher, and manual exhaust is often required, otherwise it will explode."

The black-haired knight fumbled for the bottom plate of the steam car for a while, then turned his head and asked, "How do you dismantle this thing?"

"Why dismantle?" Ike was taken aback.

"Nonsense, how can I sneak it away without dismantling it? If the matter is found out, you are not going to die! Also, I think the most useful part of your car is the steam engine, and the other parts are standard scrap copper and rotten iron, give it to me directly Just a drawing."

"Okay, money is the boss, you have the final say!" The bishop nodded cheerfully, took out the tools, and knelt down for a while to dismantle the steam car.

Carrying a half-human-high steam engine wrapped in a tarpaulin on his back, Yale climbed over the walls of Hagia Sophia with the blueprint given by Ike in his arms, and left without knowing it.

Amber Food Street

The black-haired knight, dressed as a dock worker, pushed a wooden cart and parked in the center of the street, under the most luxurious building.

His ambition is to join the army. According to regulations, soldiers are not allowed to do business. Therefore, the technology that bought the steam car from Ike was only to be transferred to the right person.

Among the wealthy people Yale knew, the only person who had the vision, financial resources, and trustworthiness seemed to be the local tyrant Amber.

"Stop!" Just as he was about to push the car in directly, he was stopped by the guard in front of the door.

The two tall guards glanced at the wooden cart and looked up and down at the black-haired knight. One of them said with a round face, "Our restaurant only ordered five carts of vegetables today. What are you doing here?"

Yale put on a smile and said, "I'm a relative of Boss Amber. You told him that I just came from the sunflower field in the countryside and brought him some souvenirs."

In order to avoid the trouble of not needing the pen, the black-haired knight still did his homework, not only adding a fake beard to himself, but also wiping a lot of mud, with a dusty appearance, which incidentally covered his mocking face.

"The boss's relative?" The round-faced guard immediately changed his attitude and squeezed out a kind smile: "Wait a minute, I'll go to inform the front desk!"

As he said that, he nodded to another guard with a sharp face, pushed open the glass revolving door, and quickly disappeared into the bustling diners.

"Business is really good." The black-haired knight looked at the diners who were passing by and couldn't help but admire.

"You're right!" The sharp-faced guard got excited when he heard it, and after a dozen chatterboxes, he rambled:

"The quality and taste of the food in our food court is absolutely top-notch. As long as customers come here once, they will definitely come for the second time. In addition to traditional food, we have recently launched a fast food service, order and take away, and home service! I recommend you... eh, Sorry, I'm used to it..."

The guard scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and he said it smoothly, forgetting that the bitter haha ​​in front of him was a relative of the boss.

Yale looked at him with admiration: "Is this what Amber told you to say?"

"It's not." The other party smiled shyly:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, these are all learned from foreman Roddy. He always tells us that if you want to be a successful person, you must first love your job... I'm just wondering, anyway, being a guard here is idle. Now, let's just help the hotel sell products, and it won't be a disadvantage."

"Rhody..." The black-haired knight recalled the thin and handsome red-haired boy, nodded secretly in his heart, and cast a positive look at the guard:

"Good job!"

After chatting with the guard for a while, a series of familiar laughter suddenly came from the glazed revolving door. Amber strode open the door and walked out, watching Yale again, laughing wildly:

"I said it was a relative who emerged from the flower field. It turned out to be you. Hahaha... The change was so great that I hid by the side and watched for a long time before I recognized it."

The black-haired knight pointed to the steam engine on the cart and said, "I brought you a precious special product this time."

"Oh? I have to take a good look at what you brought." Amber moved in his heart and said to the round-faced guard who was following him:

"Find some brothers over here and help me carry the things upstairs."

"No!" Yale hurriedly stepped forward to stop it and gave him a wink: "It's too brittle and easy to break, so let me do it."

"Okay!" How could this person who has become a big money in just a few years be an idiot? He understood the strangeness almost immediately, and immediately said:

"You have been very strong since you were a child. It is estimated that you will not be exhausted to carry such a thing. Just carry it."

The hotel in the center of the food street is very high in specification, with five floors in total. The price becomes more expensive as you go to the top floor, and the dishes become more delicate and delicious. It is said that even the second princess Liliano is satisfied after tasting it.

The scale of the top floor is completely built according to the most luxurious court cuisine. Not to mention a wide variety of exquisite dishes, it also has the most luxurious fabrics, furniture and facilities. The colors are strong and lively, the layout is unrestrained and atmospheric, and the lines are similar to natural and beautiful. The purpose is to give every guest a luxurious, comfortable and supreme experience.

The diners who can step into this place are naturally rich or expensive. When these rich and famous ladies see a worker who is carrying a large bag on his shoulders, he can imagine the surprise in his heart.

In the strange sight of the surrounding, Yale followed a certain local tyrant and entered his office quickly.

"Okay! There are no outsiders here. Let me see what treasures you brought." Amber curiously reached out and touched the oilcloth, and found that it was some kind of hard and cold object.

The black-haired knight didn't give a shit, he opened the tarpaulin in front of him, and took out the blueprint and handed it over: "This is an invention I got by chance. You can't say who the designer is, you can just think he doesn't exist."

Amber looked at the design drawing and asked in confusion, "This is?"

"Steam engine." Yale knocked on the rough and cumbersome steam engine: "It doesn't need mana, no magic stone, just a machine that can be powered by adding combustibles."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the blueprint in the other's hand and said:

"The drawing in your hand is powered by a steam engine. The design drawing of a new generation of vehicles, let's name it a steam car."

"This... this!" Amber looked at the drawing carefully, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he could almost smell the taste of Jinshan from it, and sighed with emotion:

"This is a great gift!"

Yalei sat on the mahogany bench and raised a finger:

"I bought it from that guy for a hundred thousand."

"I'll give you 10 million!" A certain local tyrant showed the arrogance of spending a lot of money and quoted a sky-high price.

The black-haired knight laughed and touched his chin: "Don't be in a hurry to ask for a price. I have seen the quality of this thing. Although there is room for improvement, it is not very practical so far."

"Is this... half the speed of a carriage?" Amber asked tentatively.

"Half the speed of someone trotting."

"Isn't this pitiful!" A certain local tyrant threw the design on the table with grief and indignation: "Who buys this kind of turtle-speed car!"

"Didn't you say there is room for improvement?" Yale knew that this person would become this kind of virtue, and he pressed his hand to signal him to calm down:

"In my opinion, don't rush to give me 10 million, and keep the money to continue development and research. When the speed of the car increases to about the same as that of ordinary people running, it will be equal to success."

"It makes sense, but... are you at a loss?"

Amber looked at the drawing and patted his thigh:

"In this way, if the thing is developed and profitable, I will give you two for every ten dollars I make, how about it? Don't think I'm stingy. Once this thing is sold at a high price in the first batch, someone will imitate it immediately. . I have to keep more money to improve and deal with competition."

"Isn't this just a disguised shareholding? You know my ambition, it's not good to do so." Yale thought for a while, then said solemnly:

"That's it, you can trust me, and I can trust you. Starting from the launch of this car, after a year, you will give me 20% of the profit. Anyway, it's just a purchase of 100,000 yuan, and no matter how much it sells, it will definitely make a profit. of."

"Okay! You said so, I'm not hypocritical." Amber paced back and forth in the office, gritted his teeth and said:

"I'll go out and do this deal, I won't let you suffer!"

"Come on!" The black-haired knight patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"This contains the passion of the designer, don't let his efforts be ashamed."

The other party responded with a vague understanding, and probably summed it up as a passion for money.

Yale didn't break it either. Only he and Ike knew that the reason they persuaded him was not money, but the theory that the technology would be upgraded with the spread.

"Right! The sharp-faced guard downstairs has a good personality and eloquence. I suggest you cultivate it well." Before leaving, the black-haired knight left such a sentence.

Amber put down the blueprint he couldn't put down and smiled slightly: "Since you have spoken, from this moment on, he will be the new captain of the guard."