Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

East of Pantai City, near the Imperial Palace, a huge camp had already been prepared.

The surrounding houses stretched on, clearly newly built.

Pedestrians bustled about, and as far as Fang Zheng could see, there were many blacksmith furnaces.

If all went as expected, it should be a gathering place for artisans.

Fang Zheng was still sizing up the surroundings, asking, "State Preceptor, you've made quite the spectacle. It seems you won't give up until I create it."

"Since you have news about the Imperial Sky Artifact, you should also know who created it. Why not spend some silver to bribe him and invite him over."

Paba said, "Brother Fang is joking. Since this item appeared from Dongjiao University, no one should understand it better than you. Besides, finding you is more reliable and valuable than finding anyone else. From now on, you will be stationed here permanently, and all artisans and materials will be at your disposal."

Fang Zheng sighed with a solemn expression.

He had indeed put some effort into understanding hot air balloons, and he understood the initial versions.

As long as there were enough artisans and enough experiments, he should be able to create one soon.

A month should be enough time.

Fortunately, he knew a little about it, or he would have lost his life here.

"I understand, but I want to return to the post house to rest at night."

"No problem. Just tell the two guards beside you if you have any orders to convey. I will take the time to come here to check. His Majesty will also come, so Brother Fang had better have some results within a few days. My men reported that although the Imperial Sky Artifact is magical, its structure is not complicated, so Brother Fang, don't think about trying to fool me."

After Paba finished speaking, he took out a letter from his chest and handed it to Fang Zheng, saying, "There's one more thing. Considering that you will be staying for too long, first send a letter back to Jing. I have already drafted the letter for you. You can copy it now, and after you copy it, I will find a suitable time to send someone to the post station."

Fang Zheng took the letter, opened it, and sarcastically said, "You are quite trusting of me. How do you know my writing style... Holy crap!"

Without looking, it didn't matter. But after one glance, Fang Zheng's eyes went wide.

The first half of the letter drafted by Paba was a formal report, but the second half was wonderful, a long and effusive piece of flattery.

This bastard imitates me so well!?

Seeing that Fang Zheng was not speaking, Paba smiled noncommittally and said, "Brother Fang, I know your humanity too well. I have collected basically all of the Banshan Daily, and whenever you publish an article on it, you always praise the emperor at the end. I think the memorial should be in a similar format. Looking at your expression, I think what I wrote should be correct."

"Enough nonsense! Bring paper and pen!" Fang Zheng said, embarrassed and angry.

Paba smiled and clapped his hands, and the attendants immediately presented paper and pen.

Finding a table at random, Fang Zheng stuck out his butt and began to copy, turning his head halfway through and saying, "There's not enough paper, bring another sheet."

Paba frowned: "One sheet of paper is enough, don't play tricks."

Fang Zheng silently unfolded the content he had just copied: "Look for yourself, is one sheet of paper enough?"

Seeing the crooked rows of large characters on it, Paba's face turned black, and he drew a knife from the waist of the guard beside him, put it on Fang Zheng's neck, and said angrily: "Brother Fang! I treat you with courtesy, don't be ungrateful. Do you still dare to play tricks on me at this time?"

"A dignified third-rank official, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, writing such chicken-scratch, do you think I'm a fool?!"

Fang Zheng looked at Paba with disbelief.

His hands began to tremble unconsciously, and his face gradually turned red.

Then he pointed at Paba and stammered, "Bald donkey, you... you can kill me, but you can't insult me!"

Paba stared at him coldly: "Stop pretending, it's not interesting."

Fang Zheng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the feeling of wanting to have a heart attack, and said angrily: "That's how I write, believe it or not, or you can just kill me!"

Without allowing him to say more, Paba snatched the half-page of paper he had finished writing, and said gloomily: "You don't need to write the letter for now. You start leading the craftsmen to create things now, and when you have completely figured it out, let someone notify me."

"Brother Fang... take care, hmph!" After Paba said that, he slammed his sleeve and left with his men without looking back.

Fang Zheng watched Paba leave the camp with teary eyes, slandering in his heart.

Paba! I curse you! I'm also a college student who has gone through nine years of compulsory education!

Just because I can't write calligraphy, do you have to humiliate me like this?

What a great shame! Sooner or later I will get it back!

After calming down, Fang Zheng looked at the craftsmen who were still busy in the blacksmith furnace in the distance and began to plan in his heart.

Before long, he had a plan and ordered to the left and right: "Go and gather everyone for me, I want to make arrangements first."

......

Inside the post house, Paba sat in the center of the hall, holding the page of paper that Fang Zheng had finished writing.

He had felt something was wrong since he left just now.

Fang Zheng is a smart man, there is no need to play tricks on this kind of issue.

But can someone really write like this?

Thinking about it, he decided to come to the post house to find someone to verify it, caution is paramount.

After thinking for a while, Paba ordered to the guard beside him: "Go upstairs and find a member of the delegation to come down, it doesn't matter who it is."

The guard responded and quickly went upstairs and pulled a person down.

The delegation member who was pulled down was trembling, and immediately shouted when he saw Paba: "State Preceptor! You promised that you wouldn't use force against Master Fang."

Paba said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm just asking you some things."

As he said that, he raised the letter in his hand and shook it in front of him, saying: "I'm asking you, whose handwriting is this?"

The delegation member said innocently: "Master Fang's handwriting, what's wrong?"

"....."

Paba waved his hand: "Well, you go back, change the next one!"

The second person still answered the same way.

Paba's expression was a little dazed, and he looked at the letter in his hand, still feeling unbelievable.

Could it be... Fang Zheng had planned it long ago, wouldn't it?

Until the third person arrived, Ma Cheng sat in front of Paba nervously, cautiously saying: "State Preceptor, what do you want me for?"

Paba said with a sullen face: "I'll show you a letter, and you immediately say who wrote it. If you're wrong, your life won't be guaranteed, tell the truth."

This Ma Cheng seemed to be a complete softie, the kind with extremely poor psychological quality.

If he also gives the same answer... it should be a done deal.

The letter was still swept in front of Ma Cheng, and Ma Cheng said without thinking: "Written by Master Fang."

Pa!

Paba slapped his face, rubbed it hard a few times, and muttered painfully: "Damn, how can it be like this!"