The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 538 Act [-]. Mass production machine

"Rosen?"

Swift frowned, the man in front of him was obviously not from the Ayre race, but could mere humans really be able to create such a machine?

He didn't believe that lazy humans could have the wisdom to develop such an exquisite machine, and Swift thought Taylor was kidding himself.

"where do you come from?"

Looking suspiciously at the man in armor who didn't show his face, Swift asked.

There is no shortage of people of other races in Greenwich, whether it is the trade-loving Felt tribe, or humans everywhere, and even those mages who advocate mystery have many stay in this workshop city to find inspiration, but as the artisan alliance Great engineer, he still had doubts about this guy he "saw" for the first time.

You must know that Greenwich is not just some simple machines. The reason why this country can stand on this continent naturally has its unique strength. In the past many years, spies from various forces have wanted to To steal Greenwich's secrets, but all come up empty-handed.

The man in front of him looked suspicious no matter how he looked.

"Swift, don't you know, this is the emissary from the Rainbow Tower."

Seeing Swift's vigilance, Taylor explained.

"Tower of Rainbow!??"

This news seemed to be disclosed for the first time. After hearing Taylor's words, everyone present discussed and nodded in praise.

Swift was a little surprised. He did not expect that the place where the proud mages gathered would send an envoy to visit Greenwich, and he did not expect that the mages had developed machinery to such an extent.

This made him feel a little frustrated, but Swift quickly recovered from this emotion.

For the Ayres, there's nothing a glass of ale can't fix, and if there is, then another.

Swift rubbed his palms, looked at the machine again, and then spoke.

"Of course I know about the Rainbow Tower, yes, the messenger of the Rainbow Tower. So what do you want to do with this machine? Do you want to trade with the Craftsmen Alliance?"

Curiosity is the nature of the Al people. Swift, who was attracted by this automatic machine tool, smelled the conspiracy in it. He knew the value of this machine, so he was confused about Rosen's purpose.

Generally speaking, people who visit Greenwich want to entrust the master craftsmen here to create specific devices and equipment, but there are almost no visitors who bring equipment with them since the building was built.

"It's not an exaggeration to call it a transaction, but I think we can discuss it in another place later."

Rosen spread out his hands and gestured to the surrounding crowd.

"Then I'll wait in my workshop!"

Swift didn't know what the other party wanted to do, so he squeezed out of the crowd after leaving a few words and turned back to his workshop.

However, the impact of this incident did not disappear so quickly. Throughout the morning, Swift was immersed in a state of restlessness, and even forging, which was usually the most calming, could not calm Swift down.

At noon, the great engineer finally couldn't bear it and left the workbench, planning to go to Taylor's workshop to ask for clarification.

But when he opened the door and was about to go out, he found that Rosen was standing at the door of his house with Taylor.

"We're on our way to get you, man."

Taylor said, grinning.

".I knew you would come at this time."

Swift replied with a slightly embarrassed smile, and then backed away, allowing the two of them to enter his workshop.

His workshop is quite tidy, all the materials and tools are arranged in an orderly manner, showing the master's meticulous personality, Swift pointed to an empty table and said.

"There is no place to rest, just sit here."

As he spoke, he took out a few rough wooden wine glasses from the cabinet, poured three glasses of ale and brought them to the table.

"Ah, Ale, you're a genius, Swift."

Taylor laughed even more happily when he saw this. In the etiquette of the Al tribe, it is quite welcome for the host to give a guest a glass of ale. This at least means that Swift, who used to sniff at him in the past, has changed his opinion of him.

After taking a sip of ale, Taylor said immediately.

"As you can see, although this Mr. Rosen came to visit on behalf of the Rainbow Tower, the machine he brought is indeed of a considerable level of craftsmanship."

Swift nodded and sighed after hearing Taylor's words.

"This machine is so advanced that it can mass-produce such high-precision parts in such a short period of time. If it is not because there is only one machine, then I have reason to suspect that we craftsmen will lose their meaning of existence." .”

"Ahem, actually."

Rosen interrupted Swift at this time.

"That machine is just a mass production machine. We have produced nearly a thousand such machines."

"W-what!!?"

Swift slammed the table so hard that the wine glasses on it almost fell over.

"One thousand!!?"

Soon, he came to his senses and sat down slowly, feeling lost.

"What kind of forces are you guys? How could the Rainbow Tower have such a deep research on mechanical manufacturing?"

Swift asked, he knew a few mages who were engaged in research in Greenwich, and he was able to obtain some of the latest magic research results. Although the Rainbow Tower has recently made some achievements in the mechanization of magic tools, it wants to achieve what it is today. What Swift saw was far from enough.

So either the actual research level of the Rainbow Tower is far beyond what it appears on the surface, or this Rosen has another identity besides the Rainbow Tower.

"Isrul, I wonder if Master Swift has heard of this place?"

Rosen said quietly, making the temperature in the workshop seem to drop several degrees.

"Isrul. I read it in ancient books, and I remember it should be the kingdom of the undead, etc., could it be that!!?"

Swift touched his chin and thought, but suddenly he stood up suddenly as if he had discovered something, staggered backward and almost fell down.

"Taylor, did you already know?"

He turned to look at his compatriots, Taylor smiled wryly and spread his hands.

"Don't panic, man, I reacted more violently than you did when I first found out."

When Swift heard Taylor's words, she took a few steps back and stared at Rosen warily.

Isrul, that is the kingdom of the undead, has been hidden from the main material plane for many years, and the tall man in front of him is probably a guy from that country!

(End of this chapter)