Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 744 The baker’s craftsmanship
"You want to treat me to some bread?" Shangluo glanced at his phone, "Sorry, I don't have much time."

"Half an hour is good! Oh no, just 15 minutes!" Although he couldn't express his expression, "Baking Assistant III" couldn't hide his excitement in his tone. Because he finally found someone who could seriously open his mouth to eat.

"Okay then." Shangluo nodded. He generally does not refuse other people's requests, and he does not dislike people who want to treat him to dinner.

"Okay, okay, okay." The parts of Baking Assistant III were shaking, "I'll think about it in 15 minutes. Ah! I can make this in 15 minutes! Please wait a moment, I will go back to Ali soon. Please sit down before that one time."

"Oh, okay." Shangluo looked around, but there was no seat where he could rest.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm so rude. There are no seats prepared for distinguished guests here. Wait a minute!" He ran away as fast as he could, rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the warehouse next to the wall. Then he held a huge truck tire in one hand and stretched out his right hand. The deputy was still holding on to the third. The tires were clean. He had scrubbed them just now, and the water had dried up when they were dragged over.

"Please have a seat, you two, please have a seat." With that, he ran again - this time to his kitchen.

"Good guy." Shangluo sat on the tire and touched the sidewall of the tire. "This tire is quite heavy. Doesn't it mean that the power of these automatons is actually quite small?"

"This is the power of 'passion'." Phaethon replied, "The essence of elves is passion. When the passion is strong enough, the power from the soul will become stronger. Ordinary automata only have weak emotions, Therefore, the power is also very weak. The Pompeo family will not randomly choose an automaton to serve as their home bread machine. Although the automaton named 'Baking Assistant III' says that he knows nothing, he is actually more capable than he thought. powerful."

"Did he do well?"

"Look at this big family. The automaton does not need to eat bread. His job as a bread machine does not play any role in management. I think he was chosen because his passion is stronger than anyone else here. Taiwan - he wants to live in his own way."

"I can tell. He seems to really like making bread. However, I thought the automatons were working with great pain, but that doesn't seem to be the case?"

"This question." Phaethon looked at Karin, "It seems that Karin has more say than me."

"Indeed." Karin nodded, "Actually, automata are not all painful. Just like when I held the sword for Elodeasha, I didn't feel pain either. Because the sword became mine. Life. I am practicing the ultimate swordsmanship for the Royal Court, so I have a very deep impression on Lord Phaethon who defeated me."

"Excellent. I don't have the guts to compete with the elves. It's just that the equipment is slightly better. After all, I use the sun arrows borrowed from Apollonia."

"She still has this thing?" Shangluo asked, "Is it like Nezha pulling the Xuanyuan arrow, kicking the bow with his feet and pulling the string with both hands?"

"Theoretically, if she uses it herself, it is indeed possible. So she doesn't bring it with her when she goes out, because it is useless if she does, and she can't use it herself. But I still think that the reason why I can defeat those elves is entirely because of my equipment. Okay." "I saw it too." Shangluo nodded, "I also fought with Karin. In fact, I used some special weapons to suppress her because my sword was longer. Lin, you didn’t feel bored during this process?”

"I can't even feel the passage of time. That's the key." Karin replied, "Just like waking up from a big dream, I remember the events when I was the great elf of the spring quite clearly, but I very It is difficult to put these events in order. I even feel that the period of freedom is the longest time in my life. In fact, most of the fallen elves who are encapsulated into automata are like this. They were obsessed with their own memories, their own passions, their own accomplishments, and completely forgot about their own time. I think, like me, he only had his own eyes."

"audience?"

"Yes." Karin nodded, "This is a very complicated emotion. Elodeasha is my benefactor, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is my master. But when I worked for her, I did not I feel humiliated. Because I have nothing else to focus on. She is the only audience who appreciates my sword skills. Whether it is a toaster or a washing machine, they are not so much enslaved as they are performing in a theater. Bread needs to be appreciated by the audience.”

"The concept of elves really has a sense of 'inhumanity'."

"Because it's not a human in the first place." Karin replied, "You can't expect something that's not a human to have a 'human feeling'. That feeling is actually really wonderful. A feeling where even time becomes unimportant, Eternal focus and trials, constantly polishing and improving in one’s craft.”

"until?"

"Until one day, I can swing my sword against Elodeasha. Yes, that's what I thought at the time. Unlike now, there was no hatred at that time, just a desire to defeat an insurmountable opponent. Sometimes I think, If I kill my only audience, then this performance will have to come to an end. But until I was awakened by you, I was unable to touch even a single corner of Elodeasha’s accomplishments.”

"So..." Shangluo pondered, "Your wish is to defeat your own audience? Then what is the wish of our 'Baking Assistant III'?"

"I don't know." Karin shook her head. "Each elf is different, has its own specializations, and has its own grand vision. From the perspective of a swordsman, it is difficult for me to understand the bread machine. What is the vision? Probably, it is to let everyone eat their own bread.”

"Here comes the bread!" A shout came from not far away. The bread has been baked quickly.

"What is this?" Shangluo looked at the tray in front of him. There were four small, cross-shaped balls in the tray. The small round ball glowed with maroon red light, exuding an alkali smell that lingered in the nose and the back of the tongue.

"Ah, it is indeed this." Phaethon replied, "He said it would be ready in 15 minutes, so I guessed it was this - this is a porridge, one of the 9999 Roman bread patterns. In short, It is a spherical alkaline bread. This spherical alkaline bread does not need to be left to ferment. Just knead high-gluten flour into balls and soak them in alkaline water, and then bake them in the alkaline water for ten minutes. It will make the bread balls turn a beautiful maroon color, and this, um~~" She sniffed:
"The wonderful smell of alkaline water, like the paste of plant ash. It's really nostalgic. It reminds me of the summer palace on the Black Sea, where fires often happen when the weather is hot."

(End of this chapter)