The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

[We finally returned to the human city-state. 】

[Because I successfully rescued the goblin in the dangerous Styx Cave, the weirdo is extremely grateful to me. 】

[His biological brain engineering, which had hit a bottleneck, was finally able to make a breakthrough. 】

[However, the goblins strongly opposed this. 】

[The weirdo didn’t expect that the goblin he had tried so hard to rescue would react like this. Feeling disappointed. 】

[The old friends quarreled for several days. 】

[In the end, the goblin promised the weirdo that as long as he could obtain the mysterious notebook of biological remnants, he would help participate in the research. Otherwise, he would never have gotten involved. 】

[The weirdo found me again and wanted me to step into the bloody wasteland again to look for notes. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was holding the diary and standing next to the ship's side.

There are a large number of seabirds hovering in the sky, waiting for opportunities, rushing down at any time to see if there is a chance to get a share of the human leftovers.

This means that we are almost reaching the coastline.

He cheered up and wrote quickly:

[I said to the weirdo: The Blood Wasteland is full of dangers, it covers a vast area, and is no less dangerous than the Styx Cave. 】

[The weirdo said: Brave man, I have reported this matter to the city-state. As long as you can do it, the city-state is willing to give you the title of Fearless Pioneer. 】

Zhao Chuanxin laughed out loud.

Last time, the explorer became a brave. This time, he was upgraded from a brave to a fearless pioneer.

Titles undoubtedly have some effect.

But if this kind of task is given only one title, it would be too cheap for the city-state.

He wrote:

[I said: My friend, the city-state is too stingy. 】

[Weirdo Nanyan said: Braves and fearless pioneers are different. In addition to their reputation, the city-states obtained their body balance skills when they traded with the bear people. The city-state will give you the art of coordination as a reward. 】

Werebear's body balancing technique?

As early as the beginning, Zhao Chuanxin had the opportunity to obtain such a thing.

But he finally chose Daliwan.

This was an unexpected surprise.

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it for a while, and he promised the weirdo last time that he would help him find the notes.

Of course, the notes are gathering dust in the secret realm right now.

Notes are of great value, and the three rewards of reputation, balance, and biological intelligence seem to be a little not enough.

He wrote:

[I looked hesitant. 】

Acting skills still depend on acting skills.

[The weirdo said anxiously: Brave, what are you still hesitating about? If you get the notes, human civilization will usher in a huge change. 】

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I continued to look hesitant. 】

He knew that my kind character alone would definitely not be able to withstand the persuasion of weirdos.

[The weirdo gritted his teeth and said: Brave man, while you were away, I developed the latest electrical technology. As long as you retrieve the notes, I will upgrade Thor's hammer for you so that it can be operated with consciousness, changing shape, power, and even distance at will. This technology is classified as top secret by the city-state, and I will risk it in private to complete it for you. 】

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes - here he comes!

Sure enough, he still squeezed out the oil and water.

[I agreed to the weirdo and promised to leave immediately. 】

[But the notes of the biological remnants are in my hands now, what should I do? 】

madness.

Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I plan to take my brother and sister out of the human city-state, find a place to hide for a while, and then come back pretending to be exhausted. 】

[I prepared the supplies, took my brother and sister, who were almost blinded by the prosperity of the city-state, and set out on the journey again. 】

[Only this time, I don’t know where to go, so I can only take one step at a time. 】

Zhao Chuanxin felt relieved and closed his diary.

Because the West Coast of the United States has arrived.

…

Hawaii, Honolulu, Kanaka Tribe, Kihi Home.

Kishi was removing maggots from his son Makani's legs because the carrion had been eaten away.

After cleaning it up, he took the alcohol left by Zhao Chuanxin and poured it on the wound.

Does it hurt?

Makani shook his head: It doesn't hurt. I have an extraordinary body blessed by the God of War.

He was very proud and believed in Zhao Chuanxin's words.

Sure enough, my health is getting better day by day.

Jixi looked at his son's face. He was healthy and no longer had a fever.

After the bandage was applied, Makani even went down to the ground to move his hands and feet, stuck out his tongue, stared at his eyes, and made a haha ​​sound in his mouth.

This is used to express one's health and bravery.

Jixi was overjoyed: It's really good! He is indeed the incarnation of the gods! I will tell the high priest about this...

…

In the town of North Tarrytown, Westchester County, New York.

Freddie Pavitt called John Browning again and again.

Mr. Browning, it's me again, Freddie Pavitt from Ethan Manor. Wait, don't hang up the phone yet. To make a long story short, I have obtained the owner's consent to give you three times the design fee.

John Browning said very impatiently: Sir, this is no longer a question of money, it is your family head's idea. It will never be realized because it is impossible! Give up this idea, it will never be done. It is absolutely impossible for a firearm to appear that has the performance of a heavy machine gun but is the same size as a pistol! Please don’t call me again, otherwise I will ask the local police to visit you through connections.

After that, hang up the phone directly.

At this time, John Browning was 63 years old, in his sixties.

He was bald on the top of his head, with gray hair and beard on the sides.

However, his eyes and thin cheek edges were still as sharp as an eagle.

After hanging up the phone, he rubbed his beard on his lips and fell into deep thought.

First of all, he didn't agree with the manor owner's philosophy and ideas, but at the same time there was another reason:

Someone had told him not to cooperate with Ethan Manor.

The man made it clear that this was the dual decision of John Morgan and John Rockefeller, as well as the will of the big American bosses.

John Browning murmured to himself: Damn it, this manor owner, he doesn't know what terrible person he has provoked! Poor guy, God bless him!

In the United States, if those few people stamp their feet, the ground will shake.

That group of guys who control the economic lifeline of this country, once they unite, will not even be considered a big deal.

They were going to deal with the owner of Eson Manor. John Browning thought that man was dead. No one could survive this kind of pursuit.

nobody!

And Freddie Pavitt was also in trouble.

He just received a call from the West Coast. It was from Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin told him that he would take the train to New York by land and it would not take long.

Distraught, he got up and left the house, walking around the manor.

Arriving at the garden, he saw Benjamin Goldberg and Marcus Nkrumah.

Benjamin Goldberg was as if he was wandering in the sky, staring blankly at a strange white cloud in the sky.

Marcus Nkrumah was holding a Hymn in his hand at this time, which was given to him by Benjamin Goldberg.

It is said that the teacher in the town’s school arranged a lesson for students to recite a thousand verses from the Bible. As long as they could recite it, they would be rewarded with a book of Hymns.

Benjamin Goldberg received this award easily, but discarded it like a worn-out shoe and gave it away casually.

Freddy Pavitt frowned when he saw them.

People in the town, because of this pair of black and white friends, slandered Ethan Manor as a place where filth and evil spread.

In the final analysis, it is because of Marcus Nkrumah's skin color and identity, as well as his not very bright mind.

The ignorant townspeople even thought that Freddy Pavitt had cast some evil spell that caused Benjamin Goldberg to run to Eson Manor like a man possessed.

Freddie Pavitt didn't care at first, but over time, he was inevitably affected by these remarks. What's more, Sheriff George Marshall ran to the manor every two days, repeatedly forcing him to disperse the friends.

Freddy Pavitt frowned and said, Benjamin, why don't you go to school?

After Benjamin Goldberg heard his voice, he came to his senses and said, Mr. Pavitt, I understand everything about what was taught in school today, so I don't want to go.

...

Freddie Pavitt had nothing to do with this talented boy. He said to Marcus Nkrumah: Marcus, the petals of the tall grass are falling everywhere. The maids swept into the garbage They are too weak to move the bucket, so you go and help take out the trash.”

Marcus Nkrumah hurriedly stood up and carefully put the Hymn into his pocket. Although he could not read at all, he treasured this book very much.

Benjamin Goldberg frowned: Mr. Pavitt, I have always respected you, but why do you always try to break up my friends and me?

Freddy Pavitt was speechless.

It's hard for him to say it, because people are intimidating and the pressure is high, right?

I was thinking of some way to deal with it.

But I saw a handsome gentleman with extraordinary temperament coming to the gate of the manor.

He wore a well-dressed shirt. Even in the hot summer, the sleeves were not rolled up. The cufflinks were in the shape of golf clubs and set with rubies.

He wears a sunhat, has a neatly trimmed beard, and has delicate skin. His good background and extraordinary taste in life can be seen from his appearance.

For example, Freddie Pavitt knew that for this man's beard alone, he must use Bellum shaving lotion, then nourish it with essential oils, style it with beard wax, and finally apply French Caron brand cologne.

This man's arm was held by a woman with a gentle temperament.

This woman was wearing a layered silk dress, perhaps to cope with the ruggedness of the country road. Instead of leather shoes, she wore a pair of comfortable canvas shoes.

Her hair is fluffy, her hair accessories are exquisite, her face is a soft oval shape, and her facial features are very beautiful.

Freddy Pavitt was stunned when he saw them. He thought they looked familiar and asked curiously: I am the butler of Ethan Manor. What do you two do for a living?

The man took off his hat and said, Mr. Pavitt, I am Benjamin's father. My name is Samuel Benjamin. This is my wife, Rachel Kervis.