Chapter 282: Summoning and Experiment

Trump arrived at the palace gate, and an expression of "uneasiness" appeared on his ugly face. He whispered:
"Master, I'm here."

"come in."

The palace gate slowly opened.

The ogre mage walked in slowly, hunched his fat body, and waited nervously for orders, with big drops of sweat streaming down his forehead.

Those mages who worked under Trump and suffered from repeated ridicule and abuse would never have thought that their leader would have such an embarrassing moment. This is simply unimaginable for them.

"Trump, you should have noticed that something is wrong with me lately."

"Master, this."

Trump secretly raised his head and found that there was no destructive light in Cassius's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But soon, he realized another important thing.

The ogre quickly knelt in front of the red dragon, like a moving mountain of flesh.

"Master, you are finally back."

"As your loyal follower, I did not remind you in time. This is a great fault and my sin! Please punish me--"

There was a tearful tone in his voice, and he was almost choking as he shouted. His ugly face was twisted into a ball, making it difficult for the Red Dragon to look at him.

Cassius was a little amused and helpless about this shrewd ogre magician.

"That's enough. I didn't summon you here to let you cry and complain."

Cassius interrupted somewhat helplessly.

Trump immediately put away his awkward expression, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his face, put on his gold-framed glasses, and waited quietly by the side - like any rational and capable senior wizard.

However, Cassius still trusted this trusted relative.

The Red Dragon ordered:
"I believe you have also seen that kind of violent state filled with destructive desire, just like the 'Dragon Madness' in the records. In fact, I have been influenced by a certain demon lord. I need you to mobilize the power of the whole country to find ways to maintain sanity and isolate the will of the abyss, at any cost."

"Yes, Master."

Lang lowered his head and answered solemnly.

Cassius continued: "Oh, there is one more thing."

"I need you to make a sturdy and durable magical equipment that can detect when I enter a violent state similar to the Dragon Rage and give me a prompt warning so that I can get out of the violent state in time."

"As for the detection standard, let's judge it based on the chaos parameters of the surrounding magic network."

Lang Pi had already taken out a small transparent notebook and began to record everything.

The ogre mage pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said respectfully, "Master, technically speaking, it is not difficult to create equipment that can detect magic networks."

He paused for a moment.

"But the key is how to make it difficult to be destroyed during your battle and send out a signal strong enough to wake you up."

"But I will do my best and will not let you down."

Cassius nodded slightly.

At the Red Dragon's signal, Trump turned and left.

Although he did not receive many tasks this time, they were all difficult. The Ministry of Magic of the Burning Kingdom would be busy. Those human wizards with dark circles under their eyes and thinning hair would have to start working overtime every day for better spells, more gold coins and higher status.

Beifeng Fort, on the outskirts of the city.

Hundreds of people were attracted by the huge noise and gathered together to watch, talking about it.

"What is this?"

“Is it a cow made of steel?”

"These people in the Unique Equipment Department are really good at wasting materials. They even spread the best steel on the ground. Tsk, tsk, this is enough to make many good swords."

"What a joke, what use is this thing?"

Surrounded by the Tiefling Guards, a man with a red nose and dragon scales on his face was striding towards them triumphantly.

The crowds watching wisely moved away, fearing to offend this dragon-blooded noble. "Where did this big shot come from? Look at the dragon scales on his face, so enviable."

"That's the Gilmore."

"That artisan noble?"

"What a lucky man you are."

Whispers were heard from the crowd.

This nobleman was none other than the so-called "representative craftsman" Guillermo Sparrow. He was originally just an ordinary blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, but because he discovered the flaws in the rifle production line and improved them, he became a dragon-blood noble.

His story was widely publicized as the classic "Dream of the Burning Kingdom", making many people in North Wind Castle envious and hoping that one day they could become nobles through hard work.

Seeing the viscount coming, the busy people immediately gathered around him.

"My Lord Viscount, this section of track has been laid."

"Everyone who stood in the way was driven away."

"The coal and water in the steam locomotive are ready. We are just waiting for your order and the experiment can start immediately."

The manager in charge of the project pushed through the crowd, walked up to the man, and spoke in a rather flattering tone.

Gilmore was suddenly delighted. He took a sip of the soju in his hand and rubbed his hands with a red face.

"Everyone has worked so hard for so many days, it's time to produce some results."

"let's start."

"Yes, my lord!"

The manager immediately stood at attention and even saluted.

With the whistle blowing and the busy work of the workers, this huge "steel bull" finally started to move.

In the magical steam boiler, a complex magic array releases a scorching flame, and the combustion process boils the water into steam, which is then transported to the cylinder through pipes.

During the time when the magic force field valve controls the steam to reach the cylinder, the steam enters the slide valve chamber through the main steam valve and the throttle valve, and is controlled by the slide valve to alternately enter the left or right side of the cylinder, pushing the movement of the magic piston.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

The piston moved violently, driving the "limbs" made of steel, and the wheels underneath gradually turned, eventually making the heavy "iron ox" move.

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd, but there were also strange voices.

"It's moving!"

“It actually started moving!”

"This 'Iron Bull' can really run"

"But it's so slow, I might as well go on horseback."

"Yes, the donkey cart of John's next door is faster than this."

The steam locomotive continued to run. The cooled steam was introduced into the condenser through the pipe, and then condensed into water again through the cooling array. This process was repeated continuously while the steam engine was moving.

"Woo——"

Accompanied by a long whistle, the exhaust gas produced by the burning coal was discharged from the pipe at the top, and the thick gray-black smoke filled the air, like the heavy breathing of this huge machine.

"Great, it worked!"

"Finally completed the above target!"

“It’s really reached the end!”

When the steam locomotive reached the finish line, all the workers, managers and Viscount Gilmour present cheered.

Gilmore looked around at the people who were talking about it, and thought with some disdain: "How can these fools understand your majesty's great blueprint?"

"In the past, to move something this heavy, you would need a high-level spell of at least the third level, but now you only need a few simple magic circles, some coal and water to do it. What's more, this is far from its limit."

"Once the railway is completed in the future, it will only take one day for your Majesty's army to be dispatched to any place in the kingdom. The same goes for food and goods."

(End of this chapter)