Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 981 I am a toaster

[Ah! That's right!] Apollonia also discovered the problem. [The consequence of looking directly at the sun is that your eyes will be blinded. Maybe the automaton exploded because it, as an individual, faced the truth that should not be seen. If it were you, I wouldn't know what would happen. It was a close call. The advice of professionals is the most accurate.]

"So the Roman stuff is really unreliable! Playing with fire? You guys are setting the mountain on fire! We can't stop this now!"

[Ah, this. How about I apologize to you on behalf of Victoria? Or you can apologize to her directly. But she can't do anything except apologize, and this automaton was not built by her order. ]

"Ah, you have a big problem now. Now they are making bread, but bread doesn't just appear out of thin air, right? They have to consume resources to make bread. Question: If they make bread from the entire East Coast, the entire New World, and even the entire Earth, what do you think they should do?"

[No way? That shouldn’t be the case. They don’t seem to be that powerful.]

"The source of a wildfire may be just a small spark at first. What happens if the fire spreads? It will be too late to put it out once the fire becomes big."

"How about this." Han Wu suddenly said, "I think we can compromise. What do you think, Shangluo?"

"Hmm? How do you compromise?"

"Look." He spread his hands. "On one side is 1, and on the other side is infinity. There is only one automaton here, an artificial idiot. If you ask a few more questions, it will die in front of you. On one side is the unknown infinity, and we don't know how big the abyss is waiting ahead. So between 1 and infinity, is there a compromise interval: this interval can answer questions with intellect, but it will not cause any disasters, as long as it can answer the questions in detail."

"Oh! This is good." Shangluo nodded repeatedly, "This plan must be reliable."

"Because we all like to compromise, but we still have to test how many to catch."

"It's okay, just capture them." Shangluo suggested, "They won't resist at all, I suggest you capture a hundred of them and put them together to see if the combined power of a hundred can reveal the tip of the iceberg of the 'Colombian Automaton Country'. You don't need to do too much, as long as you can answer the questions."

"That's not difficult." Han Wu glanced at the broken heart of the automaton on the chair, then looked at the whole body, "By the way, this thing is quite exquisite. There are so many such exquisite puppets that they can cover a whole city. This is worth asking. Oh, and this."

Han Wu suddenly remembered something and waved to a corner of the room. The Jinyiwei picked up a plate from the table. There were five slices of bread on it.

"This is?"

"This is the bread they baked. Would you like to try it? It tastes pretty good."

Shangluo took out a piece——

I have to say that even though it is not freshly baked, it tastes really good. First of all, the quality of the wheat used is very appropriate, it is white bread after the bran and germ are removed. It seems that milk and sugar are added when kneading the dough to make it soft.

This bread was the same as the bread Shangluo remembered. He liked it very much.

[Eh? This bread is weird.]

"What's wrong?" [The white bread that Romans usually eat is not made like this. It will look drier and the crust will be baked a little crispier. But what is this? How is it made so soft? It will melt if it is soaked in soup. How can I eat this? ]

“But I think it tastes good.”

[That’s the problem—they made the bread you like! They probably made it because you like the taste.]

"My goodness, I didn't know the machines liked me so much. Are they all making bread like this?"

Shangluo asked Han Wu.

"These breads burst out from this automaton. When we caught him, he was transporting these breads. Some people started eating them halfway, but the automaton did not express any dissatisfaction. Instead, it had a sense of joy and satisfaction. Although it still did not say anything valuable, its movements were more coordinated than before. As for the taste, everyone thought it was delicious."

[That's right. In Rome, bread is usually eaten as a side dish, sometimes with soup, jam, etc. to soften it, or spread with butter. But here, this bread seems to be based on the taste of Aurora, especially your taste in Shangluo, and is made into a snack-like style that can be eaten directly. Wow, this is too... too thoughtful. ]

"Such thoughtfulness is actually a bit difficult to deal with." Shangluo shook his head. One hundred percent friendly forces and one hundred percent enemy forces are both easy to deal with. But now, although the Columbian automaton has shown a lot of goodwill, and can even be said to be "quite thoughtful", its purpose is unclear, and its nature is even more unknowable. In this case, even if we handle it with the idea of ​​killing a thousand people by mistake rather than letting one go, we have to investigate first - because God knows whether launching another "doomsday weapon" will completely wipe out the city or allow them to unlock "second gear".

"Anyway, please run a few more times and bring back a larger batch."

"It's not that troublesome." Han Wu waved his hand. "From the current situation, it seems that the claws are not needed at all. As long as we eat the bread in front of them, maybe another hundred automata will bring more bread to us. I will select a group of people with good appetites and good acting skills, and let them "invite" a hundred automata back."

"Has the Cabinet asked about this recently?"

"The cabinet is waiting for news - this is all thanks to you, Shangluo, being here. If you hadn't made the decision, they would have definitely handled the issue in the most conservative way. I don't think that's necessary. This bread is well made, and perhaps it can provide us with more help in the future. I'm looking forward to more cooperation with them."

He looked at the automaton on the ground. "So, what should we do about this? I don't know the etiquette of those automatons. Are they acting according to Roman etiquette? If it were us, we would have to be buried in the ground."

"Let me ask."

"Ask? Hasn't he already..."

"Who knows?" Shang Luo put his ear close to the damaged Vulcan core and listened quietly for a while:
"Please dismantle it. Please dismantle it into its parts and send them to their proper places. This automaton should be recycled and put to good use. As long as it is not wasted."

"Can he still speak?"

Shangluo shook his head: "He didn't say anything, but I think this is the most appropriate thing to do. Leave the heart part to me, and I'll see if I can carve a bead out of it."

(End of this chapter)