only god

Chapter 434 That's Steam! (two in one)

Vidor's Wood and Stone clan is a clan that has been engaged in felling forests and reclaiming wasteland all year round. Their job is often to level the trees on the newly discovered mines.

Vidol is the grandson of the former patriarch of the Wood and Stone Clan.

Although in the clan, he can barely be considered noble, but his grandfather has long since died, his mother left him early due to an accident, and his father is a greedy gambler, so no one in the clan thinks highly of Vidor.

On this day, Vidor was teased by his peers, caught up with the hillside, and wandered alone in the mountains.

Vidor was shivering from the cold, and his mind was full of the tricks of his peers. In the cold wind in the forest, he fantasized that he would become the most outstanding craftsman in the entire kingdom in the future. After returning to his hometown, he saw the humble gestures of those peers begging for mercy.

This poor cynical wretch, in the cold wind at this moment, fantasizes about the future of vengeance.

"Herris, please grant me grace..."

He prayed to Heris and swore to the creator of dwarves and giants that once he became a craftsman, he would take revenge on those who had hurt him, and he would pay a hundredfold.

At the same time, Vidol also prayed to the Lord. He begged the gods to give him a treasure that could force people to kneel down from the kingdom of heaven, so that he could repay the humiliation he had suffered a thousand times over the years.

Vidor was trembling and praying. In the dark night where his hands could not be seen, the fierceness and coldness of the mountain style almost blew people's bones apart.

He heard the sound of branches breaking one after another, and couldn't help worrying whether the strong wind would blow off the trees and kill himself.

The dwarf was right to be concerned.

However, the breaking of the tree brought him not death, but a mechanical book from the future.

Then a strong wind came, and an old tree couldn't resist the wind's attack. It split its body suddenly and fell to the side. Vidor happened to be walking under this tree. He was startled, and dodged left and right, avoiding the fatal blow.

And by coincidence, the mechanical book that Siles dropped casually ten years ago fell into Vidor's hands intact.

The dwarf boy lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand in a daze. Then he opened the tome and read the contents of the book with the good power that the dwarves had raised in the mine all year round.

He cannot read.

However, this does not mean that he cannot understand the pictures in the book.

After just a few glances, Vidor's eyes widened, and the beard on his lips trembled violently.

Those pictures are so delicate, the mechanical structure inside is so delicate and full of beauty, and the shape of steel is outlined in layers, like a clock!

This is simply...a treasure bestowed by God!

Shocked, Vidor knelt down and held up the tome in his hand like the most devout priest.

"Heris! God of mountains and craftsmen, Heris!

I praise you!I praise you like crazy! "

Picking up the pie that fell from the sky, Vidor was immersed in ecstatic joy, and crazily praised and sang Herris. In his opinion, such a fine mechanical structure can only come from the wonderful hands of the god of mountains and craftsmen.

Vidor hugged the mechanical book in his hand, his eyes were shining in the dark night, he seemed to see a future leading to the craftsman's road.

Just relying on this book, he will become the greatest craftsman in the world.

And before this great goal, I have to rely on this book to take revenge on those who bullied me.

Holding the Book of Mechanics in his arms, Vidor walked down the hill step by step and returned to the clan in the dark.

Some people are so lucky that even if they come from a poor background, the pie that falls from the sky can just fall on their head.

only…

The pie that falls on his head does not necessarily belong to him forever.

The gift of fate can come after sunset, or pass away at dawn.

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Vidor is an irresistible man.

Although he knew that he couldn't give the book of machines to others, whenever he memorized the mechanical structure on the book of machines, he couldn't help but use them.

Vidor likes to show his achievements in front of the eyes.

When those peers who had humiliated him and despised him saw him showing a talent that he had never had before and turned pale, Vidor couldn't help laughing arrogantly.

Using the mechanical book in his hand, he wantonly displayed the mechanical structure he had learned, and claimed that it was the inspiration from Herris in his dream.

The adults in the clan gradually began to appreciate the talent of this young dwarf, and the current patriarch gradually began to pay attention to this young genius who suddenly appeared. Suddenly, Vidor became the most eye-catching existence in the entire clan.

He took advantage of this and began to liquidate his peers who had despised him one by one.

"With Phalika's ability, let him raise sheep."

"Let me tell you, Carlo has no talent at all."

"You want Ruhr to be my assistant? Sorry, he is more suitable to be my servant."

…Vidor tried his best to pour out the hatred he had accumulated all the time. He used his "talent" to act recklessly in the clan. He deliberately persuaded the patriarchs and elders who valued him to arrange all kinds of humble and hard work for those of his age.

Even though the dwarves are extremely vengeful, they are mostly foreigners, and in the mind of this dwarf child, there seems to be a book of hatred, which records all kinds of resentment since birth.

Finally, Vidor's hundredfold revenge caused his peers to have great dissatisfaction with him, and only hatred was exchanged for hatred.

People of the same age knew Vidor far better than those wise elders or patriarchs. They were deeply suspicious of Vidor's sudden talent, and as Vidor became more flamboyant, the boy showed more and more flaws.

For example, although Vidor can make exquisite mechanical structures, sometimes he doesn't know how to operate them at all. There are too many such things to enumerate.

The peers secretly discussed to reveal Vidor's secret.

And they found an excellent foothold, that is - Vidor's gambler father.

Inside Wildo's house.

Due to the characteristics of living in the woodland, the dwarves of the wood and stone clan do not live in stone houses like dwarves of other clans engaged in craftsmen, but live in wooden longhouses like humans.

And because of the living conditions of the Mushi clan, although they look like dwarves in appearance, advocating forging, machinery, construction, etc., their living customs are actually closer to humans or three-eyed ape-men.

As dusk gradually fell, Wildo hid in his room. Since his mother left, he has become withdrawn and used to being alone.

He flipped through the mechanical book in his hand, and his eyes were deeply attracted by one of the pages in the second half.

It was an exquisite picture, depicting an unprecedented underground city, made of steel and brass as a whole, the track similar to a mine cart runs through the whole city, a vast and magnificent fog wraps around the extremely high temple, and a huge machine belching black smoke pushes the city to run like a gear...

"Simply...perfect..."

Wildo couldn't help but sigh with emotion:

"It's just... a craftsman's paradise."

The eyes of this dwarf boy were deeply attracted by the underground city in front of him. The city in his eyes was nothing like the creation of this era. It was so huge and so orderly. At this moment, the wood that can be seen everywhere is no longer the main body of the city. Instead, it is replaced by steel and brass. Sophisticated and huge machines can be seen everywhere, running like an unmanned driver in the black smoke.

Even though he was illiterate, and couldn't read the words in the book, he could only understand the records in the book through pictures, and couldn't understand how the underground city worked, but as long as he saw the underground city, no matter how many times he had seen it, he would be shocked by the sight in front of him.

Slowly recovering from the shock, Wildo focused on the first page of this chapter, and tried hard to learn the mechanical structure above through pictures.

This book of machinery is divided into many chapters, and each chapter represents a different type of machinery. In the same chapter, the earlier the mechanical structure is, the simpler it is. This is the law summed up by Wildo.

In the picture on the book, it is a hollow brass container with a small opening, like a small ball.

Wildo saw that there was a copper pot under the ball, which was filled with water, and the iron pot was connected to the ball with two hollow pipes, and there was a flame heating it under the iron pot.

And in the depiction of the next picture, the ball started to spin.

"How is this going?"

Wildo muttered to himself,

"The bottom of the pot is heated and the balls spin? Is this witchcraft? Or old saying?

No... It shouldn't be... Think again, Wildo, think again,

There is someone in the pot, then there is a fire to heat it, and after the water is heated, the ball spins..."

"Could it be..."

Wildo showed surprise in his eyes,

"Steam? Water vapor?!"

The dwarf boy felt unbelievable and suddenly realized, just like the children who solved math problems among the craftsmen and nobles.

"The bottom of the pot is heated...to make the water boil, and the steam in the pot enters the ball through the pipe, and finally the steam is ejected from the opening of the sphere, and then the sphere turns..."

Wildo tried his best to restore the whole principle, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became,
"And that city is full of smog, are those... are they also steam?!"

"Yes, very likely! Very likely!
That's steam! "

The dwarf boy trembled as if discovering a new world.

Slowly, Wildo restrained his expression, and he whispered:
"Great god of mountains and artisans, thank you for giving me this supreme treasure..."

After finishing speaking, Wildo was about to turn to the next page of the book.

And at this moment...he suddenly smelled something burning, and a thick smell of smoke filled the air.

"what is that."

Wildo picked up the mechanical book, walked out of the room in confusion, and pushed open the door, intending to take a look.

Then, he saw black smoke coming from the back of the house, and the dwarf boy mistook it for a fire, and hurriedly ran over, yelling.

But when Wildo went to the back of the house, what was waiting for him was not a house on fire, but a group of peers who lured him out by burning straw.

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"Tsk tsk... so it's this book."

The son of the great elder smiled jokingly, casually flipping through the mechanical book in his hand.

Due to the dwarf's nature, he knew that the tome in his hand was not simple after just a few glances.

In front of him, several teenagers and girls of the same age as him pushed Wildo down to the ground, no matter how much he struggled, they never let go.

"Moru...Give it back to me!"

Wildo said grimly.

He was beaten badly, and the mechanical book in his hand was taken away by his peers who had revenged himself.

"I said, why are you so talented all of a sudden, it's almost like you've been inspired by a god... So it's really this book that you rely on..."

As he said that, Molu, the son of the Great Elder, shook the book of machinery in his hand, and said sarcastically:

"If it weren't for your alcoholic father, we wouldn't have known this book existed...

I hope you learn your lesson, Wildo. "

Facing the ridicule of his peers, Wildo blushed, his anger was burning, he kept struggling, but those boys and girls pressed him to death on the ground.

"give me back!"

He roared hoarsely.

"Give it back to you? Continue to give it to you for exclusive use?"

Molu smiled darkly and said:

"Of course, I won't monopolize it, because I'm not as selfish as you.

I will hand over precious books like this to the patriarch, and they will belong to the entire clan from then on.

Be happy, Wildo, that's a big contribution of yours too, isn't it? "

Wildo's pupils were full of anger. If Molu monopolized it, he could still use his prestige these days to force the patriarch to come forward and force Molu to return it.

But once Molu handed it over to the patriarch and made it public, the illusion he created would be exposed. How much he got before, how much he would spit back later.

Wildo looked desperate, but there was nothing he could do.

"Let's do it, let him walk until he can't walk."

Moru raised his head and glanced at the crowd, and ordered so.

Several teenagers and girls nodded one after another, and then Wildo ushered in a punch.

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"Moru...Moru..."

Wildo, who was covered in injuries, lay sickly on the bed.

He whispered the name of his enemy almost frantically, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

Dwarves are a vengeful race.

Wildo is the best among them, he is eager to tear the son of the Great Elder to pieces and throw it to the pigs and dogs.

But there was nothing he could do.

Those peers laughed at him, bullied him, and looked up to the son of the Great Elder.

At this moment, Wildo felt deeply regretful.

I won the Book of Mechanics, so I shouldn't be so ostentatious!One shouldn't be in such a rush to get revenge on those peers!
My own publicity and eagerness for revenge have attracted more revenge, and I have fallen into a cycle-you revenge me, and I revenge you.

Now... everything is over, that book is no longer exclusive to me, and my true face will be exposed...

Wildo was short of breath, his dignity shattered.

　I will add more in a few days (tears)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)