Lawrence, who was in a wheelchair, was silent for a while, looked up at Richard, and said slowly: "If you really want to know my secret, I can tell you."

Why do I know how to make clocks, guns, and so on? Quite simply, it's all because of my ancestors.

My ancestor was a craftsman in the Black Spirit Empire many years ago, and he worked in a very famous workshop. Because of the time gap, I don't know the specific situation, but one thing is certain: after the fall of the Black Spirit Empire and his death, he left a large number of books and drawings for my family.

Almost no one in my family could read these books and drawings, but my grandfather understood them, and then my grandfather taught them to my father, and my father taught them to me.

After my father died, I worked hard to make more than my father had taught me, and I had everything you see in this room. ”

"That's it. Richard's eyes narrowed.

If Lawrence's words are true, then the Black Spirit Empire will once again add another piece of the puzzle - the other side not only has outstanding biological knowledge (island treasures), superb spell materials (recent research), but also extremely advanced mechanical creations.

The guns made by Lawrence are definitely more than a generation behind the former Black Spirit Empire, after all, the source of all this is only Lawrence's ancestor, a craftsman. So what level will the pinnacle mechanical creation of the Black Spirit Empire reach?

Maxim machine gun?

Differential machine assembly line factory?

Everything doesn't look too amazing, but what about adding the word "spell"?

After all, the Black Spirit Empire is a wizard kingdom, and if machinery and spells are combined, coupled with special spell materials, it is difficult to imagine making exaggerated things.

Richard inhaled deeply.

Then Lawrence looked over and said, "All right, boy, I told you my secret, shouldn't you tell me your secret too?" ”

Richard looked at Lawrence and said, "I'm not going to be lazy, but my secret is actually somewhat similar to yours." ”

"Similar?" said Lawrence, "you mean that you also know so much because of what your ancestors left behind?"

"Pretty much, but the difference is that my ancestors weren't just one person, but many people – the knowledge passed down by countless people in my hometown has taught me so much. ”

"Where is your hometown?"

"A very distant little place, you probably haven't heard of, it's called Earth. ”

"Earth?" Lawrence listened, frowning, "Is your hometown a ball?"

Richard had expected this, and said calmly: "'Earth' is my native language, and if you use the language here on the East Coast, it should be called 'Us'. ”

"'Us'?" Lawrence nodded, "it sounds like a place name, much better than that 'ball', but I really haven't heard of it." ”

After a pause, Lawrence looked at Richard and said, "By the way, why do I always feel that it's not true when I listen to your secret?"

"Actually, I heard your secrets, Master Lawrence, and I didn't think it was true. ”

"So, we can't trust each other?"

"Obviously, after all, we are meeting for the first time, and there is no way to verify such a thing as a secret. ”

"Huh. Lawrence smiled at first, then his expression returned to normal, and he looked over and said slowly, "In that case, then forget it, don't explore each other's so-called secrets anymore, it's good for both of us." ”

"Definitely. Richard nodded, then said goodbye, "Master Lawrence, goodbye!" After speaking, he picked up the box without hesitation, turned and walked out.

"Goodbye. Lawrence made a voice as he watched Richard leave, and then fell silent, as if in serious thought.

After thinking for a moment, Lawrence turned his head to look at the two students standing in the room.

Muto and Lake immediately looked at Lawrence and asked respectfully, "Teacher, do you have any orders?"

Lawrence opened his mouth and said very indifferently: "You two behaved badly just now, you know?"

"This-" Muto and Lake panicked, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry teacher, it's because we are too incapable to let that person break in casually." It's all our fault, don't be angry......"

"Forget it, you don't have to admit your mistake. Lawrence waved his hand, "Just leave." ”

"Huh?!" Muto and Lake were startled, their eyes widened, "Teacher, are you driving us away?" But, we have been studying with you for several years, you are not in good health, you need someone to take care of you, and someone seems to be investigating you recently, and it is not good for you, if we leave, ......"

Lawrence closed his eyes, opened his eyes for a while, looked at Muto and Lake, and only said one word, and said without refusing: "Get out!"

Muto and Lake shuddered, shut up, looked at each other, lowered their heads and walked towards the door, dejected, like a defeated rooster or a mourning dog driven out of the door.

Lawrence watched Muto and Lake leave, slowly took out a silver-white revolver, wiped it vigorously with a white handkerchief, stuffed it into his arms, and said to himself with his eyebrows lowered: "Don't blame me, it's all for your good, for your good."

After all, you can't even deal with a wizard visitor who doesn't have any malicious intent. Forcibly dealing with those evil wizards with malicious intent can only be killed, killed!"

......

In the blink of an eye, a few days later.

Somewhere on the East Coast.

A large hall, built deep underground.

At this time, there were many people in the hall, working in front of the table, sorting out all kinds of materials, and it seemed that they were so busy that they didn't even have the time to drink water, I don't know if it was hot or anxious, and sweat continued to drip down their foreheads.

At this time, outside the hall door, there was a clear sound of footsteps, knocking on everyone's heart.

"Da! Da!"

With a "squeak", the door to the hall opened, and a woman walked in.

The woman had fair skin, fiery red lips, eight of the ten nails on her hands were dyed black, like sharp blades, and she was wearing a purple robe, exuding a resentful aura all over her body, which made people shudder.

Her name is Muse, and she is the master of this place, and of course the rest of the people call her more...... Charge.

"Da Da Da ......"

The muse walked into the hall, and everyone in the hall did not dare to raise their heads, and they did not dare to breathe, and they worked hard to do things, and those who had nothing to do looked for to do, and they did not dare to have any free time at all, lest they be targeted.

The muse saw it, nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the deepest part of the hall, behind a large black walnut table, bowed down, and sat down in a comfortable and soft seat, stretching lazily, as if he had just woken up from a nap.