Creator's Steam Fairy

Look at those unpromising navies, they are overjoyed when they get the magical long-range telegraph—haha, cheaper and more useful inventions are coming.

Teleportation - why not be bold?

Old man Charles crossed out the previous content.

'Multi-galaxy synthesis analysis machine system'

Regardless of input, preprocessing, intermediate storage, central processing, final storage, output... well, two, one picture and one text.

Have another backup storage.

Let's use it for eight galaxies first.

Once completed, it may be possible to calculate the ultimate mystery of the universe.

Old man Charles sighed, he understood that his vision was too unrealistic... It's good to be alive, he wants to live until the day when technology can realize all his designs.

Yes, the analytical machine in front of me is by no means the end.

Three floors underground.

This is a place that no one can reach except for a few 'special' members.

The sound of mechanical operation was isolated and replaced by colorful lights.

Large and small crystals exude different colors of light, and silver and white metal cylinders are stacked together, with obscure runes on their shells.

The light flows through the transparent wires, reflecting the woman sitting cross-legged in the center.

She was wearing a luxurious robe that was not like this era, and she sat motionless with her eyes closed.

The long pink hair like a waterfall fell behind her and dragged to the ground.

Chapter 88 The legend of the strongest pink hair in the legend

Londinian University, a corner of the shade.

"Have you heard? The day before yesterday at King's College, a man from heaven made the theology teacher cry."

"Not only did one cry, but I heard that all the old men from the theology department in the south were killed. This incident even alarmed several bishops... It is said that they even got involved."

"How about it?"

"Didn't you say that all of them were killed in battle? I didn't spray it, and I didn't win the fight."

"Hiss, where did this fierce man come from? Beating people while chanting scriptures?"

Double over?

"I heard that he is a strong man who can recite the great scriptures backwards in ancient languages."

hiss!

Everyone has learned the Great Holy Code. It is difficult to understand. It is twenty or thirty times more difficult than calculus and occult spells. There are even some words that have no meaning at all. It is difficult to read them smoothly, let alone backwards. Back, fake it.

"I heard that the fierce man used hymns to make up his own content to argue with the old men. At that time, it was only because the rhythm was too strong that the old men couldn't keep up with the intense dance steps..."

It's getting fake.

"Your news is outdated. The Alemanni wolfhound from the School of Political Science and Economics was also picked yesterday."

"Is the wolfhound you're talking about the one we know?"

"Who else? The one who taught ancient Chinese."

Hearing this, the students around were very interested, after all, who hasn't suffered from the Alemanni wolf dog.

They asked about the follow-up.

"I heard that the savage man made the wolf dog so bad that he pointed out a total of 190 seven spelling and wording errors in his paper. The wolf dog submitted his resignation last night, and I heard that he will go back to the Lower Saxon countryside to plant potatoes. "

hiss!

There was another sound of breathing around.

"The two things you said were done by the same person?"

"That's right, I only heard that it was done by a strong pink-haired man... If I dye my pink hair, can I also become a schoolmaster?"

"Oh." Milton, who was leaning on the tree without any image, heard this, raised his brows and said, "Your news is outdated, and the warrior came to us at noon, and went straight to the old man Urna. went."

Old Urna?Will he, who claims to be the last conscience in history, be beheaded?

That's really...hahahahahaha.

Everyone hurriedly asked: "How is it?"

Although Milton was not a man of etiquette, and he was doing bad things all day long relying on his family's money, his news was always reliable.

"Ahem." Milton whispered softly, waved his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and said with a serious expression: "It is said that the pink-haired strong man is a member of the Natural History Society, and he came here to test his academic qualifications."

Natural history society, no wonder.

Everyone nodded. Generally, those who learned from tutors want to verify their academic qualifications. They will also listen to the courses for several months, and then wait for the end of the semester to take the exams assigned by the tutor with other people... and pick those tempers Good level tutor.

Should it be said that he is the big boss of the Natural History Society, who only picks those academic warlords to do it.

"Old man Urna saw the pink-haired strong man coming to the door..." Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Milton deliberately kept it off, fanning the wind with his hand and said, "I'm a little thirsty."

This bastard!

After someone brought a cup of tea, Milton went on to say: "It's just that the old man Urna couldn't help crying when he saw the pink-haired strong man walking towards him, and lamented that God was going to kill him... he didn't care about the last conscience. It's too embarrassing in public, and I directly gave the pink-haired strong man an excellent score, and sent a letter of recommendation that I wrote a long time ago."

Milton slapped his thigh and sighed, "It's not safe for the late festival."

Everyone didn't care about his impolite behavior anymore, they just smiled and asked the follow-up.

"Then?" Milton replied, "Wherever the pink-haired strong man goes, he will surrender directly. If we say that our instructor here is wise, he doesn't care whether he loses face or not. Those old men who insist on dragging people to make gestures, but in the end they can't even teach them."

"The pink-haired strong man is going to take the classics test, what about the other subjects? Is there any bold one?"

"Anyway, mathematics, law, and etiquette are all on the back foot, and the only thing left is the last insignificant elective." Milton shook his head and sighed, "It's amazing, although I learned it at home, it's really great to get a degree in these three days ..."

It's really... so enviable.

It's a pity that the tutors and academicians don't accept red envelopes, otherwise Milton would also want to emulate this feat.

Hey, everyone sighed together, they only hated the instructors for descending too fast, and when they heard the news, they had no chance to meet the pink-haired strong man who was about to write a legend.

That must be a prodigal son with deep eyes and unspeakable wisdom in every move.

It must also be an uninhibited poet, always drinking unconsciously among the flowers at 03:30 in the afternoon, and then gently plucking his beloved banjo.

"What are you doing there? Come on! François get up! Go to the fencing hall!"

Someone yelled at the crowd in the shade from afar.

Almost everyone was puzzled, half of them wondered who Francois was, and the other half wondered where the fencing gym was.

"Hurry up! The final battle of the pink-haired warrior!"

Now everyone understood, so Hulala stood up together, raised his legs and ran towards the person in the distance.

At this moment, Miss Loria looked at the middle-aged man with curly hair and a tragic face in front of her in a daze.

As far as classical subjects are concerned, she can be said to be very good at theology and ancient prose, so she wants to pass these two subjects first, and then slowly study other courses within the three-year time limit set by Miss Dorothy—especially for her Zhixi's mathematics, but I didn't expect those old men who taught theology to reject her request to take the exam immediately, and ridiculed her level... So I had to debate it, and finally invited all mortal bishops and other theology masters to do it Decisive, voted her top rating.

Gu Wen's experience is similar.

It's not that she is more powerful than those scholars who are immersed in this way, it's just that she was born in the past era, and she just happened to have the most correct knowledge at the right time.

Miss Loria, who caused two accidents, could only change to another school to spend her study life quietly. This time, she chose the University of Lontinien, which is the closest to the Natural History Society. After asking the way, she went to the History Department. classroom... Who knew that the old scholar stuffed himself a recommendation letter with red eyes, and gave himself the highest score without taking the exam.

This kind of thing was repeated several times, so that on the afternoon of the third day, Miss Luria was about to get her degree... At least let her study one elective.

Loria, who was looking for the classroom with such plans, was stopped by a middle-aged man who claimed to be a swordsmanship teacher.

"Are you the legendary pink-haired warrior?" With a tragic expression on his face, Mr. Francois shouted at Loria: "I want to challenge you! Credits and honors, I want to Beat me if you want!"

Let's just hear that Xiao Fenmao, who earned credits, was brought to the fencing gym with a dazed expression.

Chapter 89 Invitation Letter

"Model sword? Wooden sword? Or real sword fighting?"

Mr. François, who knows every saber etiquette for every occasion, and is proficient in adorning the saber with different costumes and shapes, asked: "Since it is I who challenged you, it is up to you to choose the duel method." Miss Pink Hair Strong."

The moment he sees Loria, François is ready to use her to add credit to his career.

Others will only remember that he sniped the pink-haired warrior's three-day graduation journey, and achieved what many scholars could not do. As for some people might mock him for bullying little girls... so what?

Although it is said that he is a terrific academic master, how can such a little girl defeat him even if she has learned swordsmanship?

He is familiar with the history of all swords. Even if he was not born in the era when swordsmen were rampant, he is familiar with most of the schools of swordsmanship and basic routines.

Although he is not very proficient in ceremonial sword fighting, he still fights back and forth with people in the club.

"Pink-haired warrior?" Loria wondered why these people had given themselves such an ugly nickname, but sword fighting...it couldn't be more difficult than sparring with Miss Estella, the sword master.

She felt that she might not be able to fight, after all, the other party claimed to be a swordsmanship teacher.Her level is not good enough to teach others. In the era when swords were used to speak, Miss Estella only evaluated her as a barely qualified swordsman.

If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. She didn't really plan to graduate in three days. Maybe it would be good to move the time of sword practice in the evening to the afternoon. It not only exercises the body, but also can slowly hone sword skills. Take the test with someone else.

"Real sword fighting."

Loria chose the one she was best at.

"Well, for a lady like you, the wooden sword is a bit...real sword fighting?" Mr. Francois almost screamed, "You choose real sword fighting?"

"Well, real sword fighting."

Luria has already picked out a two-handed sword with an acceptable weight from the weapon rack beside it... It is said to be a real sword, but in fact it is only roughly cut.

Loria doubts whether this sword can really cut people off.

As long as you are not afraid, you will not be hacked so easily. This is the first lesson Miss Estella taught her.

come on.

She watched Mr. Francois hesitantly pick up a one-handed light sword. The attack speed of the light sword is faster and faster... That's right, but without a secondary weapon, how can she block her two-handed sword? ?

Slightly lowering her body, she raised her long sword with both hands and made a simple salute...Why are there so many people around?

Are all Bretons so keen on fencing?

Before the gentleman on the opposite side could finish his burning and complicated etiquette, Loria raised her long sword with both arms to make an upper attack posture, using a sweep as the initial temptation.

Mr. Francois managed to parry her attack with a light saber... After all, she suffered a big loss in height and strength.

That being the case... Luria, who was retreating, made up her mind to make a quick decision before her strength was exhausted, so she stepped up again, and began to apply pressure with upper-stage attacks one after another.

Her opponent, Mr. François broke out in a cold sweat after a few attacks. Loria's attack power is not very strong, but with a heavier two-handed sword...you have to really use your strength to block it when you swing it. Yes, what's more terrible is that the little girl's aggressiveness seemed to kill him on the spot, so that he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine-he just wanted to be famous, and this should only be a beautiful sword fight.

Who would really risk their lives with a sword, Hun Dan!

Facing the sword move that danced more and more airtightly, with Zhao Zhao slashing towards his life and changing tricky trajectories from time to time, Mr. François became more and more difficult to parry. The long sword swung away, turning the situation around by relying on strength... Then he was about to turn to counterattack, but narrowly dodged the blow that pierced his throat with a different move.

This pink hair really wants to kill him!

Although I don't understand why this person suddenly lost his balance in the face of a straight stab, Miss Loria is a qualified swordsman after all. She immediately pursued the victory, knocked off François' light sword, and held the unedged sword again. On the side of the sword, he held the long sword upside down and swung the weight ball at the hilt to the opponent's face.

Mr. Francois was still quite resilient, and he didn't even fall to the ground.

So Luo Liya swung her backhand again.

Very quickly this time, Monsieur François lay down straight.

No one ran up to rescue him, but more and more people around shouted "Pink-haired strong man" and cheered for Luria.

As for Mr. François, who was moaning and trying to get up, no one cared... being hit on the face twice by such a petite girl with a blunt object, what's the big deal?

He muttered incomprehensible words such as "you little girl doesn't talk about martial arts", "relying on deception, relying on sneak attack", "so I came prepared", but when Luo Liya asked, "do you want to do it again?" Hit it' and fell straight again.

Those young men who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement didn't dare to come up and pat Luria, so they had to rub poor Mr. Francois, first set him up, and then hurriedly urged him to give the results quickly.

They are going to have a carnival today and be witnesses to history.

Mr. François wanted to give a disqualification. How could anyone be murderous in a gentleman's sport, but he thought he had lost. If he was disqualified, wouldn't it appear that he was unqualified among the disqualified?

In desperation, he gave an excellent score, and was carried back by a group of people to sign the transcript.

It didn't take long for Luria to collect the last report card. She waved her hand to say goodbye to those warm and kind people, but was stopped when she was about to leave the school gate.

"Miss Pink Mao Zhuang, my name is Milton Westwood." Milton handed an invitation letter to Loria, who was staring at her with round eyes, and said with a pat on his chest, "Congratulations on your great feat." , please go celebrate with your friends... I appreciate your bravery and knowledge, if you have any difficulties in the future, please feel free to come to me."