Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 985: Triple Great Trisandras

"Lord of Heaven." Trisandres, the chief craftsman, followed Phaethon in. Just like before, the three of them wore long robes that covered their bodies. When they walked, they also stacked three on top of each other.

The name of Tris Anders means three Anders. In order to show the three great miracles, they need to be three-in-one to become more complete.

This is a matter of discussing solutions. Shangluo, who now holds power and military force, has found the manufacturer of the automaton. He wants to analyze the current situation from a technical perspective.

"Please sit down." Shangluo motioned for him to sit down first - and then he discovered something.

These three people can't seem to sit down. Their legs are too short to fit into a human chair.

There's also the issue of drinking tea - it seems like it wouldn't be right to invite anyone to drink tea.

"Do you want to separate for a moment?"

The Trisandres shook their heads like dancing lions: "No, no, we'll just stand there."

The three people below seldom spoke, and it was always the one at the top who spoke. But when they heard Shangluo suggested that they separate, they all immediately refused.

"Wait, your current state reminds me of the automata in Columbia." Shangluo asked, "If you separate, will you also become less intelligent?"

Anders nodded above his head. "When we came here just now, Lord Phaethon gave us a brief introduction to what is happening now. We think that the situation is similar. But the difference is that our forms are relatively complete. Even if we feel insecure after being separated, it only takes three to make a relatively complete individual. Those automata don't seem to have a problem of completeness or incompleteness. Logically, it doesn't take thousands of lights to make a personality. I guess they may have their own understanding of 'completeness'."

"Then what do you think is the reason?"

"This is a manifestation of insecurity - this is what we think after discussion. But to be honest, although we are the manufacturers of the waiters, how they develop after they are manufactured has nothing to do with us. Moreover, these automata seem to have too high a demand for their own sense of security, so much so that they are not even willing to communicate with the outside world when there is only one of them."

"Yeah," Shangluo nodded, "Actually, I wanted to ask if there were any backdoor programs or something like that. There's no need to ask now."

"Backdoor? Of course there is a backdoor. All automata should be wound up, that's the underlying logic. As long as it's a Vulcan core, it must be wound up. However, the situation of those crazy toasters is unclear, and we don't know where the winding restriction was lifted - maybe they just wound up a particularly large spring."

"Then first of all, there must be someone who wound them up? Who is this person?"

[Wait, could this person be you? ]

"Me? I don't even remember winding it up."

[But. The chef was gone originally, and you summoned him back.]

"But I never wound up anything like clockwork."

[The essence of clockwork is a permission and an invitation. You carried him back directly, which is a great "permission" - but it is not certain, after all, you have never used clockwork. Generally speaking, Roman magic will not be separated from reality and weave those shaman's crazy words. When it comes to winding up the clockwork, it means winding up the clockwork in the physical sense. This kind of ceremonial invitation should not bypass the logical encryption set up by the Palace of Muses. ]

Shangluo and Trisandes discussed what they saw in the prison again - but they still didn't get anything out of it. Columbia's automata seemed to be completely out of the control of the manufacturers. They were like manufacturers selling steel pipes. After the steel pipes were sold, they had no control over what the buyers did with them.

"Then, next question." Shangluo put a clock on the table. "You can't handle those out-of-control ones, but you can handle this one, right? The main reason I asked you to come here today is for this matter."

Shangluo wanted to know what kind of treasure chest would be opened here. If a powerful waiter was opened, he would be happy to have some free time. He also liked eating bread, and it would be great if there was another bread chef with the skills of a chef.

But if something strange is found, Shangluo thinks that although this thing is precious, it is better to destroy it.

"Oh, oh." Trisandres laughed. "The questions you asked about the automata before really made us feel uneasy. In every sense. As manufacturers, we made defective products and caused a huge stir. This makes us feel very guilty. Now you finally brought out something we are familiar with. Can I take it and check it out?"

"Okay." Shang Luo raised his hand to indicate that he could take the clock from the table. The precious Omega-grade Vulcan core was placed inside the clock.

The Trisandres fiddled with their robes. The one in the middle reached out his white-gloved hand from his robe and took it off.

Shangluo noticed that the arms of these elves were completely black, as black as charcoal and as cold as ash. This was a look they had never shown before.

The charred hands picked up the clock and passed it down and up again. Three pairs of hands and three pairs of eyes flexibly rotated and observed.

After observing for a few times, the one in the middle opened the small door on the clock again and peeked inside with a flashlight.

“???” His hands trembled and he handed the clock to the person below him, letting him take a look.

"???"

The clock was passed up again for a third inspection:
"???"

Although he couldn't see their faces, Shangluo could read their confusion from their body language.

"what happened?"

"This... This is not produced by us."

"Huh?" Shang Luo was stunned for a moment. "What's going on? Isn't this a national gift from the Romans?"

"This. This." Trisandras was confused. They put their heads back into their coats and talked for a while:
"We confirmed once again that this was not produced by us because we did not find any marks left by us on it."

"Could it be that one of the others among you produced it?"

"No, no, no. You may not know that elves are associated with magic. Except for entities like me with clothing, other elves cannot communicate with humans at all, so we needed to seal off the entire site when we were working before. So to deal with the elves of the craft, you must go through a ritual, just like other elves. So if I haven't seen it, this is really not made by us - but the principle is still the same. Otherwise, you can unzip it and take a look? Just take a look."

(End of this chapter)