Serena is a genius, but also a madman.
Because her power grew too quickly, she developed Affective Deficit Syndrome.
In addition to her mood swings, she also suffers from severe paranoia.
Therefore, she needs to listen to music, opera and other art programs frequently to comfort herself.
It is very dangerous to approach Serena rashly. We must think carefully.
Qi Ge looked into Dai Rui Si's aquamarine eyes and said:
“I am honored to have the opportunity to perform on the stage of a great music hall.
Unfortunately, I promised Smith that I would take her on a tour of Thunder City.
At the same time, I promised Smith's parents that I would bring her back as soon as possible.
I can really wait until next time."
Dai Ruisi did not persuade him any further, but nodded and said with a smile:
“For others, it is an honor to perform in a major music hall.
But it is an honor for the Grand Music Hall to have you perform there."
Deris said pointedly:
"If you are interested, you are always welcome here, even in the middle of the night.
I believe you can play moving music with me."
Qi Ge seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.
He politely replied: "I look forward to the day when I can play with you.
You are the best bard in all of Bracada."
“Maybe your music can make me a better person?”
“It might break down?”
"Haha, you're really humorous. I was talking about playing the harp."
"What a coincidence, me too."
After a round of confrontation, the two ended up in a draw and smiled harmoniously together.
“Knock, knock.”
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Smith and Jonesfield, who were discussing the art of making treasures, turned to look at the wall.
Deris waved her hand, and the brown wall became transparent.
An old man in a white robe was standing outside with a cane.
Anyone who sees his gray beard, shallow wrinkles, and a pair of ever-smiling eyes will think that he is a kind and amiable old man.
Astral, nicknamed the Philanthropist.
Specialty: Bewitching people.
Escher was originally a neutral master-level hero who joined Bracada about ten years ago.
In just ten years, he went from being an unknown person to becoming the leader of the Bracada Magician Guild and a legendary hero.
The Magician's Guild is the second largest organization in Bracada after the Titan Temple. It is responsible for the allocation and distribution of research resources, the promotion and assessment of mages, the appointment and dismissal of administrative officials, and even the decision-making power on the deployment of military wizards and heroes lies in the hands of the Magician's Guild.
The fact that Eschel was able to rise to the top of the Magician's Guild, where the struggle for power was extremely fierce and full of conspiracies and intrigues, in just ten years should not be underestimated.
When Deris saw Escher, her eyebrows knitted together and her eyes narrowed.
She clicked her tongue and said in disgust, "You old thing, you have a really good nose."
Jonesfield said in dissatisfaction:
"Daris, you shouldn't be so prejudiced against Escher!
He is a generous gentleman!
Thanks to him, I have enough funds every year to study the stone men!"
Daisy glanced at Jonesfield and said angrily:
"He wants to divide us, don't you understand?
You just want to stimulate me to pay more money to fill your bottomless pit."
Jonesfield said angrily: "How can it be bottomless! Only 200 million gold coins in total!
You can get it if you give 3,000 more concerts a year!"
"There are only more than 300 days in a year!"
"Then why don't you hold ten shows a day? If that doesn't work, hold it for ten years."
Deris clenched her fists and Jonesfield held her head.
Fortunately, Aeschel interrupted the violent scene that was about to unfold.
He knocked gently on the wall again, then held his head high, leaned on his crutches, and waited patiently.
I have to say that judging from his appearance alone, Escher is indeed a true gentleman.
Deris gritted her teeth unwillingly and snapped her fingers.
The translucent wall slowly disappeared, and Escher walked in slowly.
He first looked around with a kind smile, his amiable gaze staying on everyone's face for about a second, then he gracefully took off his white short hat, revealing a head of gray, neatly combed flat hair.
He put his hat in front of his belly and greeted with a smile:
"Good afternoon, Your Majesty, Lord Darius, Master Craftsman of Jonesfield.
I am very sorry that it is so ungraceful of an old man like me to come and disturb you without informing you in advance. "
There was no trace of disgust on Deris's face. She gently stroked her long sky-blue hair and said meaningfully:
"Oh, it seems something must have excited you enough to ignore etiquette.
Could it be that you have finally decided to resign from your position as president of the Magicians' Guild and enjoy your retirement?
This is truly a great event for us in Bracada."
A helpless smile appeared on Escher's face. He sighed and said:
"Your Majesty, thank you for your blessing.
I hope that the Magician's Guild, which is full of talented people, can produce some young heroes as soon as possible, so that an old man like me can put aside the important things and rest as soon as possible."
Escher turned to Qi Ge, and the smile on his face squeezed his wrinkles into a pile:
"For example, this little brother Xingfeng."
Escher smiled faintly and said:
“Hahaha, I wonder if you, Xingfeng, have ever heard your teacher mention me.
Aged and I are close friends!
In the entire Thunder City, who doesn't know the strong friendship between me, Escher, and Aged that cannot be broken even by thunder?
I accidentally heard that the students of Algaide had arrived in Thunder City, and I was so excited that I lost my composure and did not greet them in advance."
Deris narrowed her eyes and made no reply.
Escher didn't mind. He smiled and asked Qi Ge:
"Little brother Xingfeng, what do you think of the human world in the divine realm?"
Qi Ge nodded slightly and replied:
"Chief Escher, I heard from my teacher that Divine Realm is the best restaurant in Thunder City, and it has gathered the most elite chefs in the entire Yasha world."
Escher nodded with a smile and asked:
"Little brother Xingfeng, do you think the human world in the Divine Realm is pretty good?"
Qi Ge nodded and said, "It's really good."
"Then I will arrange your welcoming banquet for you in the Divine Realm Human World. You can bring your sister along."
Qi Ge smiled and said:
"It's hard to refuse such a kind offer, Chief, you are too polite."
Acecher laughed and waved his hands:
“Family members should not have different opinions.
You are Agaide's apprentice, which means you are my apprentice.
We agreed to see you there.
The divine realm on earth is not cheap, even I feel bad for it.
You can't let me spend money and not wait for anyone."
Qi Ge said quickly:
"Don't worry, Chief, I will be there!"
Aescher achieved his goal and nodded repeatedly, looking very satisfied.
"Then I won't disturb you from enjoying the music.
Your Majesty, Dairis, Brother Xingfeng, goodbye."
He looked at Theresa smugly as if challenging her, then put on his hat and walked away slowly.
However, Daisy kept looking at Qi Ge with a half-smile on her face.
Qi Ge touched his nose and said:
“The teacher specifically told me that when I come to Thunder City, I have to visit Chief Escher.
The teacher and he were both stuck at the master level before, and they shared the same pain.
They have all put in a lot of effort to find the path to becoming a legend, and they often communicate with each other, so they have a deep friendship. ”
"No need to explain, I know."
Deris's aqua-blue eyes flickered for a moment, and she continued:
“But Qige, you have to be careful.
The Thunder City is now in turmoil.
Ever since Deken stepped down as Grand Speaker, the position of Grand Speaker has remained vacant for many years.
The industrial faction, the magic faction, the warrior faction, the logistics faction, each faction is constantly competing with each other.
The situation had already been balanced and everyone had almost played their cards.
Suddenly, a semi-retired Agaid appeared who did not belong to any faction.
With your intelligence, you should know what this means."
Qi Ge blinked her eyes with an innocent look on her face.
Dairis didn't believe that Qi Ge was unaware of the situation.
But Qige played dumb, and Deris had no choice but to explain:
“Your teacher Aged has a special status.
He is an architect himself, traveling around the world, free and unrestrained, a natural neutral who does not belong to any faction.
There is only one legendary architect in the whole Bracada, your teacher. Building construction is a hurdle that every hero, especially the powerful city lord, cannot avoid.
It is of high value, and everyone can fight for it, so no one is willing to give up.
Originally, the eye of all this vortex should be your teacher, but your teacher has not returned yet, so only you are here.
The solicitation and danger that should have been taken by him will now fall on you.
They are very polite to your teachers, but only three points to you.
Seven Doves, you are now the center of the vortex.
If you can hold on, you can get the treasure at the center of the vortex.
If you can’t hold on, you might get smashed to pieces.”
Therese said affectionately:
"Qi Ge, you and I are both lambs under the throne of fate. We are naturally comrades in the same camp.
Why don't you be more straightforward? I will block everything for you."
Deris revealed her true colors, and Qi Ge stopped pretending.
He walked up to Schmidt, half-huggled him and said:
"Your Majesty, fate is always wonderful.
Even if it eventually collapses to the same result, the process will not be the same.
For me, all these ups and downs are a kind of enjoyment.
No matter how strong the storm is, it will eventually fall into the long river of fate."
Dai Ruisi understood what Qi Ge meant. She smiled and said:
"In that case, I will wait for good news."
Smith leaned in Qige's arms, shrank slightly, and asked worriedly: "Qige, you are going to do something dangerous again, right?"
Qi Ge touched Smit's cheek.
“Danger is relative to preparation. The more prepared you are, the less danger there is.
So don't worry, Smit."
"Um."
Smith nodded and became happy again.
…
…
After saying goodbye to Deris and Jonesfield, Qi Ge called for the pneumatic car and took Smith to the Jewel Makers Association.
The speed of an air vehicle is far less than that of an airship, but it is spacious and comfortable.
Smith sat on the pneumatic car, looking around restlessly, as if he was looking for something.
After a long while, she asked curiously:
“Brother Qi Ge, I didn’t see the driver of the airship just now or the pneumatic car now.
Is the driver hiding?"
Qi Ge smiled slightly and replied:
"There is no driver, or rather, the driver is the tower spirit."
"Ta Ling?"
"right.
The most famous mythical building in Thunder City, the Ivory Tower, is also called the Mythological Tower.
The tower spirit is an artificial soul generated by the mythical tower.
As long as you have an ID card, you can connect to the tower spirit and do many things.
For example, navigation, information search, ordering goods and so on.
All public transportation in Thunder City is controlled by Tower Spirit.
From the moment we boarded the bus, Taring was helping us plan our route.
It can control the speed and route of all vehicles to ensure that they do not collide.
No time will be wasted due to congestion.
In a sense, the Tower Spirit is the brain of Thunder City."
"I see. So advanced."
Smith exclaimed:
"We in Erathia feel like there's a huge gap between us and Bracada."
Qi Ge thought for a while and said:
“Because the route choices are different.
Erathia has invested a lot of its productivity into the fields of faith and divine choice.
Bracada, on the other hand, is more focused on technology and material production.
The humans of Erathia are not born with magical talents like the wizards of Bracada.
But the belief system you have is something that Bracada cannot imitate at all.
That’s why I said that the Holy Heavenly Church has taken the wrong path.
The powerful force of faith should not only be used as food for angels.
If faith is the foundation, a civilization that is absolutely no less brilliant than Bracada's can blossom.
Of course, the foundation of civilization is the liberation of productivity.
Only when productivity is liberated can all development be possible.
Therefore, the Holy Heaven Church, which has occupied a large amount of social resources but has taken all the output for itself, must be overthrown."
Qi Ge seemed to have thought of something and asked Smith, "Smith, do you know about whale fall?"
"Whale fall?"
“When a whale dies, it falls into an ocean basin or the abyss because its huge body cannot be quickly decomposed by scavengers and falls to the bottom of the sea.
Whale carcasses can remain on the ocean floor for months to years, becoming food for a wide variety of marine life.
Including deep-sea fish, crustaceans, polychaetes, and various small organisms.
Flesh, blood, bones, fat, everything will return to the sea.
A whale carcass can sustain a circulatory system for a hundred years.
There are even some creatures that survive entirely on the non-perishable skeletons of whales.
When a whale dies, all things come to life.
The Holy Heaven Church is a huge whale.
When the Holy Heaven Church collapses, the countless industries that were suppressed by it will be able to regain vitality. "
Smith blinked and took Qi Ge's words to heart.
At this moment, a tiny seed sprouted silently in the girl's heart.
When they arrived at the Treasure Makers Association, Qi Ge first jumped off the floating pneumatic car, then turned around and picked up Schmidt.
When they arrived at the Treasure Makers Association, Qi Ge helped Smith replenish some commonly used treasure making materials, and then sent Smith to the inn.
"Get me a room."
Smith was standing behind Qi Ge, and her face turned red when she heard Qi Ge say this to the hotel waiter.
"Brother Qige, how can this be possible? It's too early. "
Qi Ge took the shy Schmidt to the hotel room. He asked Schmidt to sit on the bed and checked the room himself.
After confirming that the room was safe, Qi Ge said to Smith, who had buried himself in the quilt for some reason:
"Smit, you take a rest here, I'll be back soon.
If anything happens, call me immediately and I will rush to you."
Smit: ???
"oh."
Smit pulled back the covers, and her pupils lost their color and highlights.
Qi Ge chuckled, patted Smith's head, and kissed Smith's forehead to comfort him.
Smith retreated back into his bed like a gopher hit by a hammer.
After Qi Ge came out of the hotel, he called another gas-powered car and rushed to the invitation from Escher.
…
…
As the largest machinery production center in the Tower, Brilide City has a large number of factories.
Some factories naturally need workers.
As a result, the demand for fairies in the city of Brilide became huge.
But the lifespan of a goblin is limited.
A level 1 goblin is an adult at birth, but only lives for a dozen years in total.
Normally, in the city of Brillard, a goblin's working life span is only about 6 years.
Long-term high-intensity work will cause their physical condition to deteriorate rapidly.
A decline in physical condition will lead to a significant decrease in the goblin's work efficiency and make it more likely to make mistakes.
The wizard master in the city of Brilide wants to make money.
Making money requires efficiency.
For the same machine, the profits that can be obtained by using an old fairy and a healthy fairy for the same period of time will be several times different.
Naturally, every wizard knows how to choose.
Old or disabled goblins will naturally be ruthlessly cleared out of the factory.
The factory had another problem.
It's about timing.
For example, if a large-scale war breaks out, the factories that produce military equipment will receive a large number of orders and will need to work at full capacity to meet the requirements of the orders.
The equipment of a type of soldier will be damaged if stored for a long time (because the sub-energy on the equipment of a type of soldier is lost).
In peacetime, if military factories produce excess military equipment and cannot sell it, they will suffer losses.
Therefore, most factories have a distinction between peak season and off-season.
During the off-season, when there is no need for so many goblins, the factory will eliminate the excess goblins and let them fend for themselves in Brilide City.
Fairies who are luckier can find some temporary jobs like sweeping the floor and earn enough food to keep themselves from starving to death.
The unlucky goblin will soon not need luck anymore.
In the city of Brilide, the corpses of some goblins can be found every day on the edges of trash cans and in corners of the city.
Ironically, it was the goblins who transported and cleaned up these corpses.
The wizards are not worried at all that too many goblins will starve to death and there will not be enough goblins.
Fairies are born from negative emotional energy.
The death of a large number of goblins and the accumulation of negative emotions in the city of Brilide will accelerate the birth of goblins and achieve a dynamic balance.
In other words, although the total number fluctuates rapidly, it generally remains within a rough range.
Life has the instinct to survive.
The goblins that were cleared out were unwilling to die.
They spontaneously gathered at the garbage disposal plant in Brilaid City, near Sanhe District.
If a factory received a temporary order, the wizard would send people to Sanhe District to recruit a group of temporary workers.
Driven by the instinct of survival, once the number of goblins in the Sanhe area increases, a terrible internal circulation will form.
“Beep, beep, beep!”
A pneumatic vehicle stopped at Sanhe District.
A majestic wizard stepped out of the car.
He was wearing a white coat that fit him perfectly, loose inside and tight outside. His top hat was a bright yet deep dark blue-black color, and he held a cane with a black and white spiral around it.
The wizard's neat clothes, which looked expensive at first glance, formed a sharp contrast with the goblin squatting on the side of the road in tattered blue clothes.
He was like a beam of fire, attracting the surrounding goblins like moths.
No matter how old or tired the fairies were at this moment, they tried their best to straighten their chests and stand up straight to make themselves look younger and more energetic.
No goblin dared to make a noise or shout to promote itself. Any goblin who dared to do so would have been killed by the wizard's magic long ago.
The wizard coughed, tapped his cane, and said:
“I need ten goblins today.
I have three bags of buckwheat, and I'll take the one that wants the least."
Buckwheat is a food that is even more unpalatable than marching rations. It is extremely difficult to swallow and can basically only be absorbed directly.
But even if it is absorbed directly, the fairy will feel weak and powerless.
Three bags of buckwheat, 300 grains in total.
If given to a fairy, it would be enough for nine days.
But if you give the pills to ten fairies, each fairy can only get 30 pills, which is not enough to fill their stomach in a day.
Even though the reserve price is so low, the fairies still flock to it.
It’s better to not have enough to eat than to starve to death.
"Me, sir, choose me, I only need 25 pills."
"I've got 20 pills! I've got 20 pills!"
"I also have 20 pills. I am younger than him, Master Mage. I am only 9 years old and very capable."
The wizard smiled and watched the goblins arguing with each other without saying a word.
Soon, the price was driven up to 15 buckwheat grains.
15 grains of buckwheat are just enough to survive.
If it gets any lower, I might not have the energy to work tomorrow.
Some of the younger fairies thought that 15 buckwheat grains were too little, so they squatted down by the roadside and stared at the end of the road in a daze.
"Wait a little longer, maybe a wizard will come and give you higher quality buckwheat."
The wizard hired 15 fairies with only one and a half bags of buckwheat, then left in a pneumatic car.
The fairy who stayed behind, with numb and confused eyes, kept following the direction the pneumatic car left until it disappeared.
Blind and negative, pessimistic and heavy.
The entire city of Brilide was like a ferocious and terrifying beast, devouring the lives and hopes of the goblins and spitting out golden coins.
The goblins that were completely devoured were spit out like residue on the square of Sanhe District.
Quietly, waiting for the arrival of death.