The Dark King

"Barton, let the former wall builders come over and rebuild the temple." In the temple on the top of Uto, Du Dean handed over the newly designed drawings to Barton, saying: "This project is included in the top secret and cannot be leaked. Materials are supplied through the highest priority channels and must be completed as soon as possible."

Since Eleanor sneaked in yesterday, Du Dian noticed the negligence of the temple. Although he installed cables and other defensive equipment under the temple, the depth was not enough, and those who are good at drilling and lurking will never only lurking in the temple. Ten meters below, this will render the power system useless.

Barton took the drawing, and immediately thought of the person who attacked yesterday, stunned in his heart, and ordered to turn away.

At this time, Neuss came in from the outside and said to Du Dean: "Master, you have brought the alchemists transferred from the council to here."

"Well." Du Di'an nodded. "Did the auxiliary temple of the west of the square vacate?"

"It has been vacated," Neuss said. "According to your instructions, the experimental equipment inside is everything, the highest level of equipment at present."

"Okay, let them go, give them these materials and let them make them as soon as possible." Du Dean pulled out a stack of materials from the two books next to his desk and handed them to him. This is what he wrote about each biosensor. Today, he only needs to be at the helm for the assembly materials of parts. Many things do not need to be done by his own hands. For example, smelting these parts can be handed over to these alchemists. After all, they are also characters who have been studying technology for decades. He is no better than that, let them be his assistant, is the most appropriate.

He even prepared to take some magic techniques that he could do well as tasks, and hand them over to the group of masters in the temple to help make them.

Noyce left with the information, Du Dean thought about the next divine art. Now that the war is approaching, he must make a few magic arts that will help him the most as soon as possible in a limited time. Instead, the individual weapons can only rely on electricity. In the case of a large range of weapons, the army’s god artillery can be improved enough. The current equipment cannot produce missiles. The purification technology of raw materials alone is not enough..."

After thinking about it, he finally stopped his plans to continue to expand the new divine art. Weapons are not as good as weapons. Instead of making a lot of them, it is better to use the things in his hands to the extreme.

He immediately started to write, according to the knowledge in the super chip, writing detailed drawings of solar power generation.

"Whenever a laser weapon can be produced, it will be great..." Du Di'an secretly said, but he knew that this can only be thought of. At the current level of craftsmanship, even a missile cannot be produced, let alone a laser weapon. .

After Neuss returned, Du Dian sketched the drawings and asked: "How is the situation in the military department, have the people in the slums migrated to the civilian areas?"

"Looking back, Master, the Ministry of Military Affairs has written in the morning that the civilian areas are almost unable to live. After the people in these slum areas get permission, almost all of them will line up to move to the civilian areas to live. The military department is really worried about this. !"

"There is nothing to worry about," Du Di'an disagreed, saying: "As long as the people in the civilian area meet the conditions, they can also move to the commercial area. Doesn't this make room?"

Noyce bowed his head and said: "Master, you don't know, when the poor moved to the civilian area, a lot of friction occurred. The military department has sent most of the troops to maintain and suppress, but it still can't help it, and the number is too much. ."

"Does Richelieu know that there is a limit to the number of people, only 30,000 or 50,000 are allowed to move every day, and the hundreds of thousands of troops in their military department still care about tens of thousands of people in poor areas?" Du Dian raised his eyebrows. .

Suddenly, Neuss slapped his head and said, "You are still a smart boy, but with such a simple method, why didn't Lord Richelieu think of it? Strange."

"He didn't want to, he didn't dare." Du Dean stained his ink with a quill pen and said, "Tell him to do it boldly, as long as the things are done, it doesn't go against my will, and I don't have to do anything."

"I see." Neuss understood.

At this time, Barton came in from the outside and said, "Master, your student Edward says he wants to see you, please ask a question."

Du Di'an heard it and thought about it. He probably guessed what the student wanted to ask and said: "Let him go to the sacrificial auxiliary temple and ask him, and tell him that he can come and go freely during this time."

"Yes, Master." Barton left the temple and went outside.Edward, who had long waited outside the hall, greeted him immediately and said, "His Majesty the Pope, would the teacher want to see me?"

Patton said: "Your teacher said, let you go to the Ancestral Hall, as far as I know, there are a large number of people with extraordinary knowledge coming, and your questions may be answered from them. Your teacher also said, let You follow them and learn hard."

Edward stunned, reacted, and respectfully said: "Thank you His Majesty the Pope."

"Go." Barton smiled.

Half an hour later, Du Dean finished drawing the drawings of solar power. He stretched out his waist gently and made a rattling bone sound.He looked far beyond the window, which was in the direction of the wall of sighs, and Greeley hadn't returned yet, don't know how.

His eyes flickered slightly and called Neuss, saying, "Follow me and go around to see what is happening outside."

"Yes, young master."

The carriage was quickly prepared, and Du Dean led Helisa, and asked Neuss to leave the Uto Mountain in a carriage and tour around the business district.

In the inner wall area, the peak of the Dragon Lady.

Hathaway sat on the throne carved with dragon head armrests, staring coldly at a young man in front of her, saying: "Eleanor hasn't come back yet, how long has she been to the outer wall area, to detect a little devil, you need this Long time?"

The young man panicked and said: "His Highness spares his life, this is no small matter!"

"Humph!" Hathaway snorted coldly, just about to speak, and suddenly a figure outside the hall, it was the white-faced middle-aged man, whose face was as white as the dead, with a faint smile, looking more horrified. , Said to Hathaway: "His Highness, you don't need to ask anymore, Eleanor hasn't come back now. Most of them can't come back. This shows that the man in the outer wall area has eight achievements, His Highness, Herisha!"

Hathaway looked at him coldly, "Why do you see me?"

"Eleanor ranks twelve on the assassin list. She is not assassinating here. She is just investigating the situation. With her skills, even if the object is Her Royal Highness, she can find what she wants in up to five hours. She It’s not a fool, it won’t wait indefinitely forever, and a good killer knows how to create opportunities for himself, not just ambush.” White-faced middle-aged man said: “Now it’s been a long time since she passed it. In response to the news, it is basically certain that she is dead, even if she is not dead, it is estimated that she has been arrested and becomes a captive."

Hathaway's eyes narrowed and her cold light flashed. Of course she also expected this possibility, but because of this she became angry and pressed her voice: "Eleanor knows the weight, I have told the subject that there is It may be Helisa, she will not expose herself so easily, even if she can't detect the situation, she won't be caught."

The white-faced middle-aged man shook his head slightly and said, "His Royal Highness, there is an old saying that you have heard that there is always a blessing after death. His Highness did not die in the tide of corpses before, according to my guess, most of them are She broke through the limit when she was on the verge of reaching her potential, and her blood was awakened four times!"

Hathaway's pupil shrank and stood up from the throne in horror. "Impossible!"

"There is nothing impossible." The white-faced middle-aged man looked calm and said: "The awakening of the blood power is inherently unstable, and there is often a greater chance of awakening when the emotions are extremely extreme. This situation is based on the history of the family. The awakening situation on the day has already been counted, so it is understandable that Her Royal Highness was forced into a desperate situation in the tide of corpses, and then awakened the power of the bloodline again, otherwise she can live because of her situation at that time. The odds of coming down were too low, unless someone else helped him, but the boy who was present was the boy. This boy was just a waste, how can she help her?"

Hathaway's face was ugly. Although she didn't want to admit it, she didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was indeed possible!

"Four awakening...damn!!!" She clenched her fists, and her beautiful face was full of anger and resentment. "At the age of nineteen, she was awakened four times, faster than the genius dragon mother who claimed to be a hundred years hard to come by. Must die!!"

White-faced middle-aged man said: "If she awakens four times, she will get some other unknown special abilities, and she will be able to understand if she wants to kill Eleanor. Anyway, now 80% can conclude that this person is His Royal Highness. She must attack as soon as possible, and can no longer give her time to continue to grow, and she needs to be exhausted in a net, killing in one blow, and no trace of hope!"

The haggard color on Hathaway's face gradually darkened and said: "I don't need you to say that I also know that the last time was a mortal situation, she can survive, this time I want to thoroughly and completely smash She has any chance of living!"

"His Royal Highness!"

In the temple of the Dragon tribe, on a large crimson bed three to four meters wide, a young woman with a plump and stunning color was lying quietly. Her skin was smooth and delicate, wearing a bright red robe, not a blood color, but a crimson flame. The skirt under her robes covered the entire bed, making the body on the skirt extremely delicate and beautiful.

"I heard that Hathaway has been paying attention to the outer wall area recently?" The stunning young woman whispered.

The old lady waiting on the side respectfully said: "Miss, Your Highness Hathaway secretly sent a maid to the outer wall area, not knowing what to do."

"I heard that the monastery and the military department have also paid close attention to the outer wall area recently. Could it be that this little deserted place has anything worth paying attention to recently?" The dragon's voice was soft, revealing the purity and elegance like warm water .

The old woman whispered: "Miss, shall I send someone to the outer wall area to have a look?"

The Dragon Mother whispered softly, and said: "What's the choice of the alternative saint?"

"Miss Huijun, if you can talk about the purity of the bloodline, you can reach the level of His Royal Highness, but I haven't found it yet." The old woman whispered: "I only found one that was barely close to His Royal Highness, but still a little bit different, but the child's talent was Yes, it is better than His Highness Hathaway, and he has a good match with His Highness, and may be able to make up for it in the future."

The gentle eyes of the dragon mother suddenly seemed indifferent for a while, and was silent for a while, slowly said: "Little Lisa's talent is the best in our dragon's history, but unfortunately, I failed to protect her, I am guilty."

The old lady quickly raised her head and said: "Miss, you must not say that, Her Majesty Herissa has an accident, no one wants to see it. If you want to blame, it's because Miss Hathaway is so mischievous, and she is so cruel to her sister's life! "

"I didn't manage it well." The Dragon Mother shook her head slightly. "Originally, our Dragon Clan hopes to break out of the wall. Now, we can only wait a little longer..."

The wrinkles on the old woman's face were all pulled together, and she sighed deeply.

The sun slowly shook across the sky, and the night gradually came.

Lights are lit up one after another in various cities, and the night is lit. Almost all the houses in the city are lit up.Housewives in some households, holding selected vegetables and meat, came to the well in the yard, put the bucket down, shake a bucket of water from the well, started to clean the vegetables, and returned to the house after washing, Cut the prepared bread, and put fresh vegetables on it.

When the wife was cooking dinner, the husband also got off work from the factory. After a busy day, he didn’t want to talk too much when he was tired. When he got home, he lay on the sofa. The only entertainment thing here.

The child who finished his homework was hungry and looked forward to the table.

The wife prepared the dinner one after another and lit the oil lamp on the table. The dim light of the candle shone on the face of a family of three, happy and harmonious.Several people folded their hands together, and after chanting the blessings from the monastery, they started dinner.

Compared with the simple dinners of ordinary families, the nobles' dinners are much more gorgeous. In the magnificent luxury restaurant, the crystal-like chandelier hangs on the roof, illuminating the restaurant like a day.

Red wine and gourmet food were brought up by servants one after another.

When the dinner began, the master who had the servant massaging led the human slave dog on the ground to the restaurant.

The servants waited in a hurry to serve the wine and handed the glass.

Human slave dogs lie at the feet of the hostess and rub their heads against the hostess's thighs. This is a skill they have already mastered. As long as the hostess is comfortable, you can get food rewards.

Soon, the beautifully dressed lady’s thighs were sore and soothing, she smiled, cut off the steak that had not been moved on the plate with a kitchen knife, cut out a ball and put it on the plate, bent down and handed it to the feet Human slave dog.

The human slave dog shook its tongue and shook its head, expressing its joy.

In the hands of aristocrats, the difficulty of being a slave dog is not lower than that of a servant. First of all, it will be professionally trained to let it master the behavior language of slave dogs, and also let them forget their original language.

As a human slave, no matter what happens, he can never speak.

"Guru..." The human slave dog bit the steak on the plate, swallowed it quickly, and then expressed gratitude and joy, tumbling on the carpet beside him, shaking his head.

The lady was giggled and covered her mouth with a chuckle.