Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 317 Come Back on a Rainy Day

"Saint Lady of Mercy and Glory, Prince Herama of the Earth, the things are all in the box. You can ask your men to check them first."

In the "secret base" rented by Liu Yonglu, both parties were sitting in the living room, exchanging ancient relics and "Nikola's inventions".

"Prince Heramar?"

Liu Yonglu transformed himself into von Stroevsky and urged again.

Helama then came to his senses and waved his hand, asking Balkan and others to check the box.

On Liu Yonglu's side, he and the little genius brother and sister sat together. Mi Li'er had met Herama at the dinner a few days ago. She didn't have the bookmark mask as a disguise, and it would easily arouse suspicion if she showed her face again today.

So Liu Yonglu hid her upstairs and asked the little genius brother and sister to come out and greet her.

Fortunately, Roselis has also studied the forbidden knowledge of the gods and can distinguish the authenticity of ancient relics.

"Excuse me, but where is Ms. Mala Kiss? Why didn't I see her today?"

"Haha, the saints came from the city on the mountain. Some followed the saint to preach, and some helped the farmers in the villages to work in the mill. We judges never distinguish between high and low when doing things. Mara Jis is naturally..."

Liu Yonglu deliberately lowered his voice when he said this:

"Go and search for the trace of the Emerald Dervish."

"Oh I got it."

Prince Herama was secretly proud of himself. If his men had not happened to witness the fierce fighting in the alley that day and followed the guidance of the Emerald Dervish followers to find the abandoned slaughterhouse, the Saint's Faction might have got there first.

At the moment, they haven't found any trace of the ascetic monk, so they should hurry up.

"Prince Heramar, everything is fine, except for one thing: there is no instruction manual in the box."

Balkan and his friends didn't understand steam machinery, so they could only get a general idea of ​​it. Fortunately, several people were also in the room that day and they all had an impression of the Calabash Brothers holding an umbrella statue.

"Mr. Feng, I wonder if the instructions can..."

Liu Yonglu's expression was calm, but his heart was in turmoil. Oh no, he was so busy asking Nikola to make a replica for him that he forgot about the instructions.

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

Helama looked at Balkan with satisfaction. He was indeed his top aide, and he was very thoughtful.

"What are you doing up here?"

Millie Tang was hiding in the corridor on the second floor, peeking out. If anything happened downstairs and needed help, she could help immediately.

"There is no instruction manual, so I forgot about it." Liu Yonglu replied in a low voice.

"What should I do?"

"Well, just find something to make do with." Anyway, we just need to trick Herama away. Sooner or later, the other party will be exposed after getting his hands on him:
"What should I look for... What should I look for..."

Liu Yonglu flipped through the bookshelf. Apart from the religious stories of the Holy Maiden Sect and Millie Tang's ancient books on mysticism, there was nothing related to machinery.

Oh... by the way, Liu Yonglu ran to his bedroom, rummaged through his bag, and took out the sample of "Nicholas the Hooligan". Kou Gang gave him two copies a few days ago.

He rushed downstairs with the book and handed it to Balkan.

"Mr. Feng... this book is not right..."

Balkan watched "Nikola the Husband" and didn't see any content about mechanical principles. It was just small things related to Nicola. But I have to say, it was quite interesting and Balkan was somewhat attracted by it.

"Who is this?"

"Barkan, my chief of staff."

"Mr. Balkan, you don't understand this. This is Nicholas' diary. Of course, the original version has been sent back to the Holy See.

Nikola spent more than ten years of hard work to complete this invention. It was not something he came up with in one night.

The so-called instruction manual...is mixed in with the diaries of the past ten years."

"Oh……"

It's true that Liu Yonglu's quick wit was not exaggerated. He solved the problem with just two or three sentences. There was no one among his followers who was proficient in steam machinery, and the things had to be handed over to Wordsworth according to the agreement. Anyway, as long as there was an instruction manual, it didn't matter whether it was difficult for them to read it.

"Balkan, put the instructions in the box and load it into the carriage...Balkan!"

Balkan was standing there watching a story. When he heard Herama's urging, he shuddered and quickly closed "Nicholas the Ugly" and put it in the box. Oh, how hateful, he was watching the climax of that part.

"Prince Heramar, please leave in no hurry."

Herama just stood up but was stopped by Liu Yonglu again because he still needed to ask about the Lost Sea.

"Barkan, bring in the gifts for Mr. Feng in the corridor."

Helama misunderstood and thought that Liu Yonglu was blaming him for coming empty-handed this time, so he quickly gave orders.

"Hey, Prince, what are you talking about... cough cough, you are putting me in an unjust position. When I return to the Holy See, I must go to Pingxin Lake to meditate for a while, and then distribute the goods you gave me to the poor people around the Holy See." Liu Yonglu saw Helama moving things in large and small bags, and he almost laughed out loud in Tianjin dialect. He quickly coughed and waved his hand to refuse.

When the little genius brother and sister heard him say this, they secretly gave him a thumbs up. He is worthy of being Saint Baran, his realm is really high!
“Hey, I’ve been here so many times, and actually I’ve already considered Mr. Feng a friend.

In our Kurt, there is not so much red tape when giving small gifts to friends. "

Herama sat back on the sofa with a smile. Since Nikola was not dead, Mosesad's momentum of exploring the Lost Sea would inevitably not be stopped. He had already faced this matter calmly.

But he did not gain nothing. Once the invention was leaked, more and more forces, including the Holy Maiden Sect, would join in the exploration of the Lost Sea.

By then, the plans of the Mosesad people will definitely be disrupted in every way. He came here not to steal anything, but to make the Mosesad people uncomfortable.

From this strategic perspective, I have already succeeded!
Herama unilaterally opened the champagne.

"The Saint knows everything, but the Lost Sea has always been considered a forbidden place in our church. Believers are never allowed to set foot there. You know this."

After Liu Yonglu finished speaking, the two young geniuses beside him supplemented his words by quoting from classics.

"But...human curiosity is wild and unstoppable. The Saint has also foreseen the disaster hidden behind, so our Saint Sect will rush ahead and try our best to protect our believers."

"The Saint's compassion is known to everyone."

Helama sneered in his heart, you guys from the Saint's Sect just want to go in and steal things, you talk so high-soundingly, but you still have to give them a way out.

"Kurt is not far from the Lost Sea, even closer than the Mosesad people. I have some information I would like to exchange with you, Prince. After all, we don't want the believers in the Holy See to lose their lives in vain when we go on ocean expeditions in the future."

"Mr. Feng is worthy of being the judge of the Holy See. He is kind-hearted."

"In several ancient books, I also found a few myths and legends about the Lost Sea. They mentioned a disappeared civilization. They made flute-like instruments out of coral, and..."

"Flute? Mr. Feng, you must have remembered it wrongly. It's a horn, a horn made of a huge snail shell."

Herama took the bait.

"Hey, the saint's song praising friendship is indeed true. We are too far away from the Lost Sea. If I hadn't exchanged information with you today, I'm afraid I would have missed the big event."

Liu Yonglu also complimented him.

"Well, there is a myth that says that civilization once occupied the largest piece of land in the Lost Sea. The country was called 'The Kingdom of Mu'. Their totem was a huge conch horn. It is said that blowing the horn can awaken the greatest god in the universe."

"Let me interrupt you, Your Excellency. If there really is such an incredible ancient relic, why are you Kurts not interested in it?"

"There are two reasons. The first is that the Lost Sea is too dangerous. I don't mean to look down on you. Even with Nicola's new invention, exploring the Lost Sea will probably be...haha, the process will be quite difficult."

What Hera Ma wanted to say was, if you want to die, then go ahead:

"Secondly, the rumors about the Kingdom of Mu are too bizarre and full of inconsistencies. To be honest, there are many sects and even ethnic groups in our southern continent that claim to be from the Kingdom of Mu. But after my extensive investigation, I found that most of the rumors are unfounded.

By the way, a friend of mine, Prince Rupel of the Alawi Kingdom, will also come to the Continental Expo in a few days. His family is called the Black Gem Family, and it is said that they come from the Kingdom of Mu."

"Oh... I see. This is really crucial information."

Liu Yonglu secretly kept it in mind. It seemed that in order to find the horn, he had to go to the southern continent first to look for clues from these ancient families.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Liu Yonglu escorted Prince Herama out the door. Zou Ji also used Tianjin dialect to send the prince off warmly and politely.

"You have a face full of flesh, you look like you don't deserve to be beaten. If you don't get out of here, I'll let you go to BK Labeicang (a gathering place for funeral industry in Tianjin) and cut you off!"

Prince Herama pulled the invention to the location as agreed, but this time he did not go on board.

When he went to the ship to get the ancient relics, Heramar had keenly felt the changes that had taken place in Wordsworth, even the statue in his hand was rolling restlessly in the box.

But...what happened to this man? He couldn't understand it either.

Along with the box, a note was also taken away with Mr. Feng's phone number. It turned out that Heramar was quite responsible. He was afraid that something might go wrong with Nikola's invention and Wordsworth would need "after-sales service".

The Calabash Brothers holding an umbrella were sent onto the blue freighter. Painter Hat had already prepared the tools and assembled it without much effort.

"Should we try it first, Mr. Wordsworth?"

"No hurry. Heramar has described to me the process of how this invention works. We can try it again when it rains."

Wordsworth's eyes switched between black pupils and white pupils, and no one noticed as the other believers, including the painter's hat, stood behind him.

Looking at the strange shape of Calabash Brothers, Wordsworth could not help but call upon the divine power within his body, but received no response.

Father God didn't know what this was either... Wordsworth was greatly shocked. No wonder Nicholas' invention could solve such a difficult problem. It turned out that he really had mastered some incredible forbidden knowledge:
"By the way, take the manual back and study it."

Wordsworth casually threw the copy of Nicholas the Ungentleman to the painter's hat.

Hey, happy weekend everyone.

The temperature has dropped very quickly recently, so please keep warm.

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(End of this chapter)