People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

After Churchill boarded the car, Ark gave him the driver's seat, ran into the back compartment by himself, and began to make some preparations, such as trying to hack into the civilian surveillance network of Lundinium.

"I didn't expect you, boss, to bring the workshop with you." Churchill tried the steering wheel in the driver's seat, and said to Silber in amazement: "This big guy is quite easy to use, and the control It feels quite comfortable."

Silber waved his hand and responded with a smile: "At first, I wanted to rent a small land-ship to travel, but later found that the land-ships that can be rented are not very good. I found out that I might as well get one myself The car is worth the money."

As Silber said, this car is a long-distance transportation tool that he decided to integrate after seeing the commercial land cruiser in Paris.

And for the production station, it is not difficult to build such a vehicle that is about the size of a large bus.

As long as the order and requirements are placed on the tank production line, it will take less than half a day for this vehicle to go off the production line. It can be said that the time spent on making this mobile workshop is not as good as that given to the mobile workshop by Silber. It takes a lot of time to install the built-in.

But also because of the size problem, Silber only installed some basic equipment in the mobile workshop, and used the rest of the space as a living area and storage area.

"It's no wonder the itinerary is a day later than what was agreed upon earlier." Churchill suddenly said, "But you guys came at the right time, take a good rest today, and tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the World Expo, so you don't have to wait a few more days. "

Silber nodded, agreeing with Churchill's thoughts.

Afterwards, Churchill drove this mobile workshop onto the road to Cromwell Manor. As the Lord Protector of Victoria, even though Cromwell himself was not interested in things like manors, he usually lived in In the urban area, but he still has a large manor of his own in the mobile city of Londinium.

After Weir returned home from the front, Cromwell reopened the manor, which happened to be the temporary residence for Silber and the others during their stay in Londinium.

On the way, Silber and Churchill chatted with each other sentence by sentence. Most of the content was about the World Expo, but some of the things were about the situation on the frontline in the northeast of Victoria.

Silber is not a doctor, but he can see the state of Churchill when he came to deliver a letter to himself a while ago, it looks like a serious illness.

Even now, Churchill's complexion does not look very healthy, and he coughs from time to time, which seems to have left some sequelae.

"The situation on the Northeast Front is very chaotic. I'm a stupid person, so I can't explain what happened to you, big brother."

Churchill looked at the road ahead, and when he mentioned what happened on the front line, his face looked even worse: "To put it simply, the Ursas used some means that we did not know to attack The entire line of defense where the boss is.

"The problem didn't show up at first, but on the night of August [-]rd, the Ursus launched a fierce attack, and our rear was also infiltrated into the team by them, and the headquarters suffered a devastating blow. And our line of defense was also disintegrated by the Ursus."

He took a piece of paper from the side and coughed a few times in front of his mouth: "Fortunately, the boss reacted quickly at that time, and immediately organized a few brothers to kill them, piercing through several encirclement nets of the Ursas. , Only then did not all the soldiers in the position die on the position.

"After that, we fought and retreated, and finally had to abandon that position due to heavy casualties and retreated to the rear... After that, we were transferred from the front line, and the staff officers of the military department asked us to return to our hometown for recuperation, but To be monitored."

"Surveillance?" Silber was a little puzzled when he heard the word Churchill said: "How can you be monitored when you go home to recuperate?"

Churchill obviously didn't know the reason, so he just shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe the staff think there is an inner ghost among us, but I heard from the boss earlier, it seems that it is because the Ursus people used some origin stone skills In short, one thing more is worse than one thing less, and the surveillance does not restrict our freedom of travel."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and showed Silber his wrist.

On his wrist, there is an electronic wristband that looks similar to a watch. Churchill's heart rate and other data are recorded on the terminal screen. At the same time, there is a green dim reminder light that flashes every ten seconds.

Both W and Skadi stuck their heads out of the back seat, looked at Churchill's wristband, and then they looked at Silber again, hoping to hear some opinions from him.

"The model looks like the originium disease infected person monitoring watch used in the hospital." Silber looked at it and said: "It should be that the monitoring parameters inside have been changed, and other components have been installed. I don't know what is being monitored. what data.

"But it shouldn't be a big problem. After all, it seems that even if it is activated, it is just a signaling device."

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Chapter 120 Reunion is like a good wine, the longer the more fragrant

lentinium is big

, even moving between urban areas takes a lot of time.

And when W compared Lentinium with Paris, he found that the capital of Victoria was as huge as a giant in front of Paris.

You must know that due to its geographical location and the development philosophy of the Simond family, Paris itself is a large border city, but in front of Lentinium, Paris is like a newborn.

Unlike W who has been lying on the window and watching the scene outside with concentration, Silber closed his eyes after chatting with Churchill for a few words, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind.

In fact, Silber closed his eyes only to reduce the sense of confusion during thinking projection. Compared with opening his eyes and accepting external information while summarizing the information in his mind, it is better to close his eyes and process the information from the outside world alone. Ark's data is relatively comfortable.

After Churchill showed his wristband, Silber asked the Ark to investigate and record the physical performance of the messenger, wanting to see what happened to them.

Although Silber also understands that most of the time, the Victorian government is in a state of great lack of morals all year round, including but not limited to catching a sheep and plucking it vigorously, but the Victorian government is not a grassroots team after all. , In key matters, it is still decisive and well-planned.

And forcibly pulling a front-line army back from the front line to recuperate, this is not in line with the Victorian government's usual style, and it is absolutely impossible to say that nothing happened.

It's a pity that Wilber rarely wrote anything about the front line in his heart when he wrote to Silber, so Silber can't be said to know exactly what happened on the northeast front, or he can say he knows nothing. Know.

If it weren't for the fact that it's really not easy to take out the secret heart thing in person, Silber would even directly want to pry the relevant fog of secrets to see what happened on the northeast front.

Ark is using the information and signals collected so far to decipher Churchill's watch, while Silber is receiving the data from Ark in real time in his mind.

Just as he thought before, this wristband does not have any mandatory execution system, and of course it does not rule out that the execution system is wrapped by a strong interference source, so Ark cannot detect relevant information.

In addition, the signaling device of the wristband pointed to an encrypted channel. Ark did not rashly hack into this channel, but after listening and listening, he probably screened out a few related ones. department.

The Ministry of War, the Intelligence Department of the Royal Army Guards, the Department of Biological Research, and a department without any characteristics registered.

All in all, it can be seen that the Victorian government really attaches great importance to this. After all, it is the Royal Army not other intelligence agencies that are responsible for intelligence takeover.

And this also gave Silber some headaches. After all, this lineup can be said to be Victoria's national team. It is still too difficult to obtain relevant information from these organizations.

At this time, Silber discovered the benefits of peeping into the secret heart—even if this guy would make people notice something strange, and he himself is a riddler, there are always secret words that people can guess.

In the end, after an hour and a half, Churchill drove the mobile workshop into Cromwell Manor without knowing how many types of detectors he had been scanned by.

"The Lord Protector is still in Buckingham Palace and has not returned. The World Expo is approaching. No matter how much the Lord Protector wants to rest, he still needs to appear in person for those meetings."

While adjusting the angle of entering the parking space, Churchill said to Silber and the others: "The servants in the manor are hired by the Lord Protector from the housekeeping company, and their job is only cleaning and preparing meals, so what's the matter? Just come to me, and I will always be with you during this time."

Silber looked around and found that he didn't find the voice he was familiar with: "Is Will going out too?"

"Miss, it should still be in my workshop now." Churchill scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "Master Protector said he wanted to give her a surprise, so he didn't tell Miss that he invited you over Otherwise, the eldest lady would have been waiting for the boss in the pass... no, it should be waiting for the boss in the satellite city."

Even though he hadn't met the Lord Protector, from the letter and Churchill's description, Silber had already made up the image of the former hero into a not-so-intelligent old father.

It can only be said that it fits a little too well in all aspects.

After getting off the car, Silber originally planned to move his luggage to the place where he lived, and then go to Will to talk about the past, but after Churchill took the luggage first and verbally persuaded him, he was pushed to go to his own house first. that student.

Beside the gannet warehouse of the mobile workshop, Churchill exerted strength on his shoulders and carried Silber's luggage on his back. At the same time, he pulled a box in the ganna warehouse, but because of a miscalculation of the weight of the box, I didn't pick it up for him for a while.

Then he saw Fang Zhou coming from the side, looking like he was going to get some of the heavier boxes in the Ganna warehouse.

"Miss, do you need my help?" Churchill looked at Fang Zhou's slender arms and legs, and asked quite caringly.

Fang Zhou turned his head to look at Churchill, then shook his head seriously: "

Thanks, but I don't need your help. "

She grabbed a storage box as tall as her with one hand, lifted the two boxes up very easily, and walked aside.

Churchill was choked by Fang Zhou's blunt words, and after he reacted, he saw that every time Fang Zhou took a step, a cloud of dust would be squeezed out from the cracks in the stone bricks under her feet—God knows what happened to those two boxes? If it is too heavy, let her get out of this movement.

Afterwards, Skadi also walked over to Gnakang. Before Churchill could say anything, she shook her head and took her wet weapon bag in her hand, and at the same time took it very easily. He picked up another storage box, and even in his actions, he seemed far more relaxed than Ark.

These two girls don't look like they have much strength, do they?

Or are those two boxes actually very light?

With this in mind, Churchill grabbed another storage box with his free hand, but after dragging it back for a certain distance, he let go of his hand a little bit.

No, it's not the box that's wrong, it's yourself that's wrong.

Originally Churchill was quite confident in his own strength, but now he has fallen into confusion.

The main thing is that the child is also unlucky, and it is not good to compare strength with anyone, so he wants to find a tactical doll to compare strength with a deep sea hunter.

The result can only be that self-confidence is shattered.

Fortunately, W is still understanding. She first looked at Churchill with a numb face, then at the luggage she brought over, then stretched out her hand and patted Churchill's arm, and said quite sincerely: "Actually, these There is an automatic pulley block under the box, so you don’t have to move it hard like them.”

Saying that, the Sarkaz girl demonstrated how to call out the pulley block from the bottom of the box, and after setting the pulley to follow, she took the storage box to chase the two of Ark with ease, leaving only the sad one alone. A thank you reminder from Churchill and floating in the air.

"It must be the reason for the recent injury, well, it must be like this."

Churchill comforted himself in this way.

On the other side, it didn't take long for Silber, who knew the location of the workshop in advance, to find the Weir workshop inside the manor.

Judging from the layout of the outside and the surrounding routes, the predecessor of this workshop should be a windmill in the manor - the Victorian nobles prefer to build windmills in the manor, and regard the windmill as a symbol of power, status and wealth.

Of course, the Lord Protector obviously didn't have any thoughts in this regard. If he didn't have a windmill in the manor, he probably wouldn't have repaired it.

After all, machines are used to grind grain now, who still uses windmills to drive stone mills to work.

However, Weir took a fancy to the shape and internal structure of this windmill, and decided to transform it as his own workshop. The Lord Protector also agreed with it, without any complaints.

The door at the bottom of the windmill was open, and Silber didn't even find anything like a doorbell at the door. He could only directly enter the inside of the windmill and walk up the winding stairs.

The windmill was built with red bricks, turning the natural atmosphere between the sky and the earth into primitive mechanical energy. The sound of the windmill's axle turning was absorbed by the modified sound-absorbing material, and when it reached Silber's ears, it was already as harmonious as it was. The sound of drizzle in spring.

He went up the stairs and finally saw the workshop belonging to Weir on the third floor.

There are not many large-scale equipment in this workshop, and even the forge has not been installed yet, only a small electromagnetic induction furnace is used to heat materials. Other than that, this workshop is more like a woodworking workshop.

At the work table near the window in the workshop, Weier was standing there, concentrating on studying the objects in his hand.

She may have heard Silber's footsteps, but she didn't realize who the owner of the footsteps was, she just asked without looking back:

"Churchill, is it time for dinner?"

Silber responded with a slight smile: "Yes, tonight we will go to the top ten local restaurants in Londinium to taste authentic Gaul dishes."

Weier froze for a moment, and her movements suddenly became like an old machine that hadn't been lubricated. She turned around very sluggishly, and looked at Silber who was standing at the door.

"Long time no see, Will." Silber said softly.

The two hadn't seen each other for a year, and there were not many correspondence between them on weekdays due to various reasons.

And when they met again a year later, Silber originally wanted to say some more polite words, for example, the other party hadn't changed much, and for example, something was more beautiful.

But when he really stood here, he could only speak such short words.

In fact, in his eyes, Weier has become a lot thinner, and his face has become thinner due to fatigue and experience on the battlefield. The blond hair seems to have lost much color, like a weed, and the skin Also became very pale.

It seems that the problem on Victoria's northeast front is a little more serious than Silber thought.

For a while, Silber couldn't think of more words to greet, so he could only squeeze out such a dry sentence.

The blond girl didn't say a word, but after a brief silence, she put down the tool in her hand, then walked quickly to Silber, and hugged him.

She tentatively hesitated, unable to determine the famous answer called reality: "Am I dreaming?"

Silber raised his hand, stroked the hair on the top of Will's head and ears, and said softly: