Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

New London Industrial Institute.

This building that brings together New London and even the world's highest technological achievements is located on the bank of the Thames River. Just because it requires a large amount of water to maintain the operation of internal facilities,

And at the same time, the waste produced during research is released.

The term "environmental protection" is still a little too early for this world... We believe in the wisdom of future generations.

Believe in the power of nature.

But like trees in sedimentary rock formations that eventually become coal, the discarded heavy metals that fall into the bottom of rivers never disappear and are instead transformed into sludge rich in heavy metals.

These metal-poisoned sludge are more toxic than sludge in nature, and people who drink unfiltered water for a long time will have a very high incidence of illness.

Of course, in this time when death can occur at any time due to various diseases and pollution, death from poisoned sludge is not the main cause of death in this city.

Toxic air, toxic water, toxic food.

"Good morning."

Staff members wearing brown and gray woolen clothing walked through it. People in suits and leather shoes made the place look closer to a government department than a research and development institution.

In fact, this is the case.

Only 20% of the staff at the New London Industrial Institute are professional and technical personnel who graduated from various universities, and the remaining 80% are so-called New London government employees.

"Good morning, Sir William."

Another researcher 놛 who met 놛 greeted him with a wave of 꿛.

William raised the cup filled with fragrant coffee liquid to toast to everyone, celebrating that the city had survived safely for a day.

Our colleagues celebrating are still the same faces we saw yesterday.

"The Viceroyalty of North America seems to be very dangerous... I see that the governor over there was shot at on the road."

Two researchers were sitting at the black tea table opened in the corner and discussing.

"I have a relative working there...I told him that the new development areas are dangerous."

Young people always like to care about the affairs of the empire. William shook his head and did not think that the North American jurisdiction would break away from the management and rule of the empire.

It won’t happen now, and it won’t happen in the future.

The rule of the British King will span the oceans and cover the world like a hanging curtain... Of course, all this will be indispensable with the help of our industrial institute.

This is the capital that allows them to mobilize enough resources to develop neat power technology, and they provide enough military equipment and technology for the empire's army... And the king of England, longevity is the goal pursued by every ruler.

Long 눃...

Forever is the sum of everything.

You just have to pay the price of being a human being, your body will last forever, and your intelligence will continue to flow.

As long as a book is long enough, there will come a time when there will be no words left.

"Ha, I heard that a big zoo opened over there...the scene here is not as good as that over there."

Another researcher complained about the New London air over a cup of black tea.

"After I retire, I plan to live in the New World. Ha, the environment there is much better than here - there are also ostriches running around!"

William listened to the conversations of these researchers, which was much more interesting than the articles he read in the newspapers.

"Give way."

William turned around and saw an unshaven maintenance worker walking past him. Like every ordinary maintenance worker in this building, he took care of his appearance.

It was the workers on the lowest level of the building who took great risks to repair the steam engines.

William believes that the remuneration offered by his industrial institute is enough for them to risk their lives a little bit to work, except for these lowest-level engineers.

놛 looked at the maintenance man's face, feeling that 놇 had seen this person before somewhere, and tried to see something from 놛's depressed face... but found nothing.

It wasn't until the maintenance man left his sight that William turned around and walked into the mechanical lift next to him.

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New London Industrial Institute, bottom floor.

It is directly connected to an underground river in New London. You only need to close your eyes to distinguish carefully, and you can hear a sound coming from the surging water in the sound of the gears turning.

The largest machine ever built in this world requires an entire underground river to cool it and take away the waste heat generated during its operation.

"Good morning, Zhong."

A huge steam gear rotates in front of you, and a metal shaft as complex as a forest of steel rotates, creating a rapidly flowing and rotating thinking network.

The flashing aura of runes alternated among the roaring gears, and the roaring steam machinery seemed to have become a living thing at this moment, watching,

Industrial Academy central computer, clock.

Before the arrival of the new century, clocks have always been a symbol of mankind's most sophisticated small machinery. Craftsmen used gears and springs to create a slowly rotating mechanical timepiece, and perfected it with the highest precision they could achieve.

The energy is released slowly. When there is no energy supply device, the clock purely relies on mechanical energy storage to push the clock to complete the rotation, and the clock will rotate stably and for a long time.

Like clockwork, like clockwork... precise.

Engineers wearing simple work clothes stood in front of the roaring giant difference engine. This was a giant mechanical computer built by the New London Industrial Institute with all its efforts.

But that mechanical computer, that giant computer that is about to be put into the center of New London... No, that can even be called a spectacle.

It can provide central computing power to government departments throughout the city, and provide other departments with the benefits of mechanical computers that could only be enjoyed by industrial institutes to enhance their operational capabilities.

Although they have realized the limits of mechanical computers, the Industrial Institute in New London is still working hard to invest its energy in this lemon that has long been unable to squeeze out any juice.

The engineer's voice was swallowed up by the meshing of gears and mechanical chains, and his voice was swallowed up by the sound of the machinery in motion without exception.

껩 did not respond as always.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time... I haven't seen each other for probably three months. I think the road to mechanical equipment will eventually end, so I left here."

The roar of machinery was accompanied by the sound of flowing water, swallowing up the sound in the surge of machinery.

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"Duke Charles wants to see me?"

Ji Lin walked out of the corridor and put the books on the bookshelf.

The silence of New London during this period allowed 놛 to have time to think and analyze the intelligence that 놇 currently possesses. The intelligence in 놇꿛 that is mastered by 놛 is actually not that much. Those few pieces of information are all that 놛 can complete the mission.

In these days, I have made a more detailed analysis of Duke Charles.

An old duke who represents the interests of the government and serves as a consultant to many departments.

But it’s the same content as what I got from the newspaper before.

An ancient duke who serves his family, and this ancient knight has a very high status in the city and has his own seat in the House of Lords.

One seat.

A seat where you can slightly express your opinion on the empire's course.

It's just that Ji Lin looked at it for a long time and could only draw one conclusion based on 놛's identity and position. The Duke was probably a conservative who adhered to his family's rules...otherwise 놛 would have no reason to support the Night Crows' actions.

Only by understanding other people's positions can we infer their behavioral logic based on their positions.

"Of course, Duke Charles is very interested in the visitor. Thank you very much for your help...Magician."

The leader of the night crow touched the bottom of his mask and gave Ji Lin some hints.

"So I can at least keep you safe."

This will be a safe journey.

In any case, Ji Lin has made it clear that his goal is to give priority to dealing with the flesh-flesh transformation disaster that is breaking out in New London, and the words of the transformed cavalry that night.

There are many people who support us.

Even a 'flawed' eternity such as the transformation of flesh and blood is like a sweet spring to them.

놛Step forward and walk straight towards the huge manor in the central city of New London.

Hidden in the shadow of the building, he walked quickly towards the target location.

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"Um."

늀 is like an oracle, 늀 is like apocalypse.

People always get inspiration from destiny suddenly at some point.

So here comes 놛.

Don Quixote pulled out the sword at his waist. It was just an extremely ordinary iron sword. The iron used in the connection was corroded by the sea wind experienced during the long journey across the ocean.

That's not some legendary mythical weapon, it's not some magical weapon.

This is 놛's accompanying sword. An ordinary long sword that is no longer sharp is held by 놛.

놛's armor, 놛's spear and sword, and 놛's horse.

늀 is all the wealth left in 놛.

Sancho, I hope you have a good time on the island of 놛놇놛, but there is no place for 놛 in the final journey.

놛 should get on the ship to the new world, it will be a peaceful world... But what can 놛꺗 do...

Don Quixote wiped the rusty sword, and the yellow light emitted by the gas lamp reflected his face. The knight's eyes fell on the center of the tower where the lights were shining in the distance.

Of course, there is one final task.

Kill the dragon.

Kill the evil dragon born on this earth, and kill his colleagues who became evil dragons together.

This land has been corrupted, and deep malice has permeated this land. Walking on the land where Rome fell apart and the new continent between the oceans... I have seen the tragedy caused by this huge empire.

Knights are the embodiment of virtue and should not believe in any king or god.

Rather, serve virtue and goodness itself.

Finally, there should be a magician in the team that kills the dragon, just like what is written in stories and history books.

(My body is a bit overwhelmed, QWQ. It’s really torture to have no inspiration. Because there is no way to choose between the plot and the incomprehensible text, and the recent continuous updates have resulted in no time to collect materials, so this book and new books are updated every day. Let’s wait until I recover.)

(6k is really hard for me.)

(The good news about updating every day is that I have more time to conceive the plot. During this time, whenever I have free time, I update, which means I have no spark of inspiration for writing. Basically, I am just staring at the outline of my book. It's half an hour...no reading except for the update, which is a bad thing).

(I'm very sorry everyone! QWQ, the performance of this book since it was not recommended is visibly poor. If the future of a book's update is chronic death, it will be torture for the author.)

(I’m basically not good at writing, and I try to condense the content to the point of refinement...but it still feels like it’s too difficult for me.)

（늀Let me take a break first...Although it is a break, I will still update! But it is too deadly for an author to have no inspiration.）