Infrastructure starts from the game

Nightingale's convoy entered the town.

They didn't go to the hotel immediately, but were going to visit the mayor of the town.

After all, in this kind of town, the hotels in the town are usually not big enough to accommodate the entire convoy, so the convoy's "stay" in this town is only to borrow a place like the town square, which is much safer than sleeping in the wild. Only the convoy Only those who take special care of them will stay at the mayor's house.

But when Nightingale and the others arrived, the mayor and most of the townspeople were at the square in the center of the town.

The atmosphere is still a little dignified.

"Aren't we here at the right time?"

Seeing this, Nightingale was a little worried.

This is the case with caravan travel, and it is inevitable to encounter problems in towns and cities.

The luckiest thing is that there is a festival in the town, where you can cheat food and drink (X); what is more unlucky is that there is an accident in the village, such as serial killers running around, so it is better to live in the wild!

The mayor was very enthusiastic: "It's the time, it's the time! Are you going to stay in the town?"

"I have that intention," the team guide said cautiously, "but if something happens in the town, it's fine for us to leave."

"No, no need! We only have one small condition." The mayor rubbed his hands together.

The guide looked at the mayor vigilantly, and decided that if the other party's "conditions" were any different, he would leave the town immediately.

The rest of the convoy also looked at the mayor nervously.

The mayor said with a smile: "After the magic base station is repaired, can each of you carry out "Magic Cube" fifty times?"

"..."

Everyone in the team was stunned for a moment.

After they entered the Cecilia area, they have seen the magic power base station in several towns, and they have also come into contact with "Magic Cube". Some towns have also proposed that they can use magic power instead of the amount of accommodation, but this is the first time they have encountered such a request .

The guide reflexively bargained: "Fifty times is too much. If we really want to do this, we won't sleep tonight."

"Then thirty? Twenty is actually fine." The mayor said with a guilty conscience.

It can be seen that his desire to restore the supply of magic power is serious.

The guide finally reacted at this time: "What happened to your magic base station?"

"That is……"

"No, it's hopeless, you should find Mr. Thorny Moon to get a new seed and plant it again!"

At this time, someone above the base station said.

Only then did everyone in the team realize that the base station had a ladder, and an old man was checking the condition of the base station on it.

Hearing the young man's words, the mayor immediately became anxious: "Can't there be another way? If we try again, we will miss the spring plowing!"

"If you miss it, just miss it! The magic power of the base station was not intended for you to use like this!" the old man said angrily, "It's not because of your messing around that you broke the base station? If it is done like this, will Mr. Thorny Moon be willing again?" Giving you seeds is still a problem!"

"How could this be?!"

"Without a base station, wouldn't we be able to use broomsticks?"

"It's all pre-selected!"

Several townspeople said anxiously.

The mayor roared, "Shut up! It's all your fault!"

"It's the town's fault, it's not for this purpose." The townspeople murmured unconvinced.

So the two sides quarreled.

The people in the team watched for a while before they figured out the situation:

There used to be a mage in this town. When he lived here, he made a magic water wheel to irrigate the fields, but after he passed away, those magic water wheels lost their power, so they couldn't continue to use them.

This year, Magic Gear began to promote the magic power base station, and the town naturally got the seeds.

With the magic power, the townspeople naturally thought of the magic water truck. It happened to be the spring plowing season, and all the magic power of the magic power base station was supplied to the water truck. But in this way, the magic power base station consumed too much magic power, and the " Traffic" has been greatly restricted, and even the game arena cannot be operated.

It seems natural to sacrifice "games" for "business".

But some townspeople don't support it.

They would rather be in the fields and want the freedom to use their broomsticks.

One of the townspeople tried to change the magic flow distribution after studying the runes of the base station. As a result, the internal magic flow conflicted, the magic power was almost exhausted, and the base station also failed.

"Oh, it's very smart! If you study hard, you might be able to join the magic gear."

After listening to the whole thing, the guide couldn't help sighing.

The townsman smiled shyly.

He is a young man in his early twenties, looking very introverted, not like a person who can do such a thing.

"Don't praise him!"

The mayor was so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage: "Do you know that this is related to our grain production this year!"

"It's okay that we came here without the waterwheel! We didn't say we wouldn't work!" Another townsman said dissatisfied, "But you can't wait to use up your magic power, our dandelions will never grow, so don't do it in the future." I want to do something else!"

"Yes, the dandelions in the town next door have grown into a clump!" Someone echoed.

And the townspeople who advocate using magic to drive the waterwheel also joined in the quarrel: "There is no magic waterwheel next door! Is there any use for their magic base station to grow so big?"

"Yeah! You just want to play!"

"That's accumulating magic power, how can it be regarded as playing!"

The two sides quarreled again.

The team became interested after hearing the quarrel between the two sides.

This team is all workers from alchemy workshops. Many of them are alchemists themselves. Among them, those who have not passed the examination can be regarded as alchemy apprentices. They are naturally very interested in magic bases, especially these bases are the magic they are planning to go back to. Gear products.

It’s just that the convoy was on its way, and the first few towns passed by in a hurry, so it’s hard to inquire too much. I thought about going to Cecilia, but now that there is a problem with the town’s base station, everyone thinks it’s an opportunity.

"Since it can't be repaired, can we have a look at the internal structure of the base station?" Someone in the convoy asked the old man who was inspecting the base station, "Or is this a commercial secret?"

"You can watch it if you want!" The old man said indifferently, "That black-robed lord hopes that a few more people will learn it!"

"It sounds like the current owner of the workshop is quite special!" Someone muttered.

The alchemists of the convoy lined up happily to visit the internal structure.

Discussing their occupational diseases:

"The problem with the runes is not big, it's just that the sorting is wrong, just adjust it back."

"This is a channel failure caused by magic overload!"

"Too little magic to initiate self-healing."

"But if it can't be repaired, it won't be able to recharge the magic power. This is an endless loop!"

The group of alchemists discussed for a while, and suddenly found that the surroundings became quiet.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the townspeople staring at them.

The mayor asked: "Do you repair the base station?"

"No." The alchemist denied.

Don't think they discussed it decently, but it's the first time I've seen the rune writing method inside, and the encryption magic of the internal passage inside is also done perfectly, so it's just a discussion, and it's impossible to repair it.

But the townspeople seem to think the group will fix it:

"Please, help us!"

"This may miss the spring plowing!"

"This will miss the season!"

""--grass!What else do you want to use the magic of the base station for? ! ""

Seeing that the two sides were arguing again, a voice said:

"Shall I try it?"

It was a soft female voice.

Hearing this voice, the alchemist voluntarily moved out of the way: "Ms. Nightingale."

Nightingale walked out of the convoy, and followed the ladder to the top of the Dandelion Base Station under the expectant eyes of everyone.

Some townspeople also disagreed: "What can a woman do?"

"Shut up!" An alchemist immediately retorted, "Ms. Nightingale is not an ordinary woman, not to mention other abilities, she will not lose to Lord Singer in alchemy alone!"

Nightingale ignored the quarrel below, she carefully checked the internal structure of the base station.

She came to a conclusion almost instantly: "It's not very serious, as long as it is forcibly poured with magic power, it can be repaired."

As the alchemists have checked before, this is due to the failure of the magic power channel caused by overload, but the problem is not as serious as they imagined. The designer seems to have considered this problem from the beginning, as long as it is restarted at a certain point Infusing magic power can achieve "restart" and restore the entire circuit.

This aroused Nightingale's interest.

Traditional alchemists don't do that - so they don't.

The functions of magic props designed by traditional alchemists are usually fixed. For example, if you plan to allocate magic power to the game table, you can only allocate magic power to the game table, and never let this core be used to power the magic water wheel.

The villagers dared to act recklessly because they didn't understand. If the magic props of ordinary mages could have killed them ten thousand times.

Nightingale originally thought it was a design negligence, but when she saw the "restart" button, she realized it was intentional.

The designer seemed to want the base station to do more.

But this design does not match the magic core storage capacity of the base station—the storage capacity of this base station is too small to support the use of too many magic items.

So, what is the other party planning?

At this point, Nightingale didn't care whether she helped the townspeople or not, she wanted to find out the secret of the Dandelion Base Station.

Rather than thinking about it, let's actually try to see the limit of this base station!

Thinking so, Nightingale cleared her throat.

A beautiful singing voice flew out from her throat.

"Ah, Lady Nightingale is singing!"

"I didn't expect to hear her singing again one day."

Many alchemists showed excited expressions, but the alchemist who praised the loudest was pulled by his sleeves. He found that it was the townsman who said "What can a woman do?" Fingers made a silent motion for him.

"Shh!"

Everyone quieted down and listened to the wonderful singing.

During the singing, the fluff of the dandelion became more and more bright. If it was just shining before, it is now full of the brilliance of the moon. When it grew to the extreme, a gust of wind blew over, and those luminous fluff were blown up by the wind , amidst the singing and the exclamation of the townspeople, flew into the air.

But the fluff of these dandelions didn't fly very far.

They quickly fell in other parts of the town, and grew rapidly, and clumps of dandelions grew out.

When the dandelions in the town reached the seventh clump, the dandelion seeds were not limited to the town, but flew out of the town.

One of the seeds fell near the magic water wheel and grew.

More seeds flew toward the sky, far away—

So did the song of the nightingale.

She took a deep breath, stood up on the ladder, and there was applause from below.

Nightingale nodded slightly to the people, and lightly fell down from the ladder.

"Mr. Mayor, you should give priority to the cultivation of the base station!" Nightingale said to the mayor, "When the stored magic power is enough, you can use more magic props than just the magic water wheel!"

"Haha, I'm satisfied with just one." The mayor laughed, his face flushed a little, and then he looked at Nightingale with a somewhat excited expression, "Ma'am, how did you do it just now, if you can—"

"Your Excellency the mayor, let's discuss the cost of repairing and upgrading the base station just now!"

The team guide took a step forward and smiled at the mayor.

Others in the convoy also immediately surrounded Nightingale, not letting her appear in front of the townspeople.

"Your Excellency Nightingale, you don't have to help them to this extent," an alchemist said to Nightingale, "Their problem is actually just a small problem, and it doesn't matter if they don't solve it."

"I know, I'm just curious about the limit of this base station, it's my own selfishness." Nightingale nodded apologetically to the others, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"No, no, since it's an experiment, it's not troublesome." The others suddenly showed expressions of "I won't be sleepy if you say this", and asked curiously, "Then do you know the limit of the base station?"

"There is no limit!" Nightingale said.

She looked up at the Dandelion base station: "Why do I have a feeling that its owner wants to spread it all over the world."

When Nightingale said so, Thorny Moon was also taking out a bag of seeds.

"Plant one here too!"

"Is it necessary?" His one-eyed subordinate glanced out the window, "There are only three families in this village! They can't support a base station at all."

"Go, you dozed off again in the magic network class!" Thorny Moon kicked the opponent.

Then he explained: "The base station in this kind of place is not for them to support, but for positioning."

"Magic power is obtained through 'meditation'. In a big city like Cecilia, there will be a magic power overload, but in this kind of countryside and the wild, the population is insufficient;"

"So we will use the base station for positioning and transmit the excess magic power in the form of dandelion seeds;"

"Or provide an anchor point with insufficient magic power;"

"Or let them freely cover the entire east;"

"Of course, the energy supply priority of these base stations we planted will be higher than that of wild ones;"

"Brother Angel calls it 'sending magic power to the countryside'."

Thorny Moon's subordinates were dumbfounded when they heard this: "Cover the entire Eastern Territory? Is this necessary?"

"Idiot! If there is a magic power network, you can ride a broom in the wilderness, and you don't need to travel on two legs!" Agreed: "Yes, boss!"

Lifting the broomstick, Jiyue's expression was a bit subtle.

"...even if you don't talk about brooms, it's good that these base stations can light the road."

Of course it is very good, the base station can still make money!

The next day, the convoy, which took a large amount of "maintenance and upgrade fees" from the town, went on the road again, making Nightingale feel that she was not here to stay, but to touch porcelain.

But seeing that Cecilia was right in front of her eyes, she couldn't care less.

For the last part of the journey, the entire convoy couldn't help speeding up, and they finally arrived at Cecilia at noon.

Because they chose the nearest west gate, they missed the new wonders outside the city.

But even the things outside the side door are enough to surprise the alchemists.

"That's... a magic screen?!"

"Why is there a magic screen here?! It still looks familiar?"

"Of course it looks familiar. Isn't this the batch that your team worked overtime to produce? The ones that couldn't be sold!"

"Don't say you can't sell it!"

"But the batch that was produced back then doesn't seem to be that big! They are all normal sizes."

"The technology is the same."

The alchemist clamored with excitement, and there is nothing more exciting than seeing a (slow-moving) commodity that you have created.

The sound even woke up Nightingale's son Pidi.

"...Mom? What happened?" Didi asked softly, opening her eyes with difficulty.

Although he no longer had a fever, the intercourse of the two races made the child inherently weak. He was in a half-dream and half-awake state along the way, and could only sleep in the carriage.

With such a body, unless there is a faster mode of transportation, every trip is a kind of torture.

Nightingale patted the top of the child's head lovingly, and said softly, "It's okay, we're almost at the place where Mom and Dad meet! We're going to see Dad soon."

"Really?" Didi's eyes lit up.

He tried to sit up, struggling to look out of the car: "Where is Dad—?"

"Wait a little longer..." Nightingale hurriedly tried to comfort her child.

"Ah, really! Dad!" Didi shouted pointing out the window.

Nightingale suddenly ignored the child and hurriedly looked out the car window.

Then she hit the singer's big face.

To be precise, it was not the singer himself, but the face on the magic screen.

And that screen is placed in the most conspicuous position of the city gate. At first glance, except for the poster of the magical girl, it is this screen.

The alchemists naturally saw it too:

"It's Lord Singer!"

"Why is he on the screen?"

"Don't say it, it's quite photogenic, and there are so many people around there!"

"Did Singer become an idol in order to save the bankrupt workshop?"

The alchemist laughed and laughed.

They don't know that the most useful of these screens are actually the "message board" and "task board" next to the two "advertisements". The former is regarded by the citizens as Cecilia's public forum, and the latter is a recruitment information.

Yes, job postings.

After learning about the good deeds done by the employment agency, Anger specially made this screen to let all recruiters have a place to post job information, so as to avoid things like Clover from happening again.

Of course, something like "This is my cat, it's not lost, I just want you to see it" "A lot of money to find my lost husband, 1.9 meters tall, with long silver hair, golden eyes, handsome and handsome, with angel blood, elf, succubus and four races mixed blood , may have amnesia, and doesn’t remember me, but he definitely loves me.” “Purchasing magic materials such as fairy powder.” Such routine hero tasks are also Cecilia’s tradition.

But they all arrived at the gate of the city. If you have any questions, just ask the singer. Everyone didn't stay here too much, and quickly entered the city. Afterwards, the existence of the banyan tree magic power base station and the flying patrol team made them sigh.

Finally, the alchemist finally came to the door of the magic gear - the back door.

The main entrance is open for business, and they who used to be employees here will not enter through the gate so grandiosely.

But looking at the back door of the workshop, everyone twitched instead.

"Go and knock on the door."

"No, you go!"

The leading few gave way.

They may not be as embarrassed as the singers. Some left because they saw the poor management of the workshop, some were driven away by the owner at the time, and some left after finding a better opportunity. Everyone was a little uncomfortable nurturing what they called an alchemist.

Nightingale looked at everyone, smiled wryly and shook her head.

"Let me do it!"

She coaxed her son twice in a low voice, pulled away the hand that was reluctantly holding her clothes, straightened the hem of the skirt, walked to the back door of the alchemy workshop, took a deep breath, and was about to knock on the door——

"Are you back meow?"

The door opened by itself.

A black cat sat opposite the door, watching the people outside the door with different-colored eyes.

"...We're back." Nightingale was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head to the black cat.

The others also respectfully said: "Master Mithril."

The black cat wagged its two tails in satisfaction, turned around and said, "Come with me!" It led the way to the workshop.

Like a few decades ago, hundreds of years ago.

No matter how time turns, this guardian beast of the magic gear has never changed.

Everyone looked at each other, but all showed relieved expressions by coincidence.

Nightingale first followed behind the black cat. She looked at the interior of the workshop with some emotion, which seemed to have not changed, and couldn't help asking the big steward of the workshop, "Master Mithril, my husband—"

"Ah, that guy, the road has been built."

"Build the road?"

Nightingale was stunned, this was the most difficult answer to connect with the singer, even if she became an idol, it would be a little more reliable.

"His body is not suitable for this. We also told him not to do that. When the track is connected, he can just go there, but he said he wants to see you as soon as possible, so he insisted on repairing that section by himself. Road." Mithril explained.

The black cat looked up at the sky: "However, the straight-line distance from the sky is actually not that long. The journey only takes four or five hours. Even if the road is paved, it only takes three or four days if the ground moss has been cultivated in the early stage."

"Based on this calculation, he should have almost arrived!"

"The town of Goluglu."

"Is that so?" Nightingale murmured.

She responded subconsciously, and actually didn't understand what Mithril said.

But Angel, who was waiting for the future employees, just finished listening to these words, couldn't help muttering:

"It's not my problem this time...is it?"

It is simply the physique of the singer himself!