Chapter 455 Royal Ordnance Factory and Mechanical Engineering Institute

I opened my eyes and saw the same bed curtain.

With the back of his head resting on the soft pillow, Horn twisted his neck, looked left and right, then touched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, there was no woman on the bed today. He thought Jeanne and Carrie would lie on the left and right sides...

Horn was suddenly stunned, and then laughed at himself. He was not in the Gulag Monastery, but in the Mechanical Palace.

As for the long journey of blood and sweat, almost a year has passed.

With a sigh, he shook his head. Every time he woke up from a hangover, he felt that the world was too strange.

At that moment, he actually thought it was still September 1444.

He remembered that after the Battle of Petit-Nude, he also got drunk, and the next day, Sissi brought them devastating news - the arrival of Prince Condé.

The Horn at that time, the cautious Horn who was quick to act upon the news, made a mad decision to flee Upper River County with nearly a thousand of his subjects.

They had to bypass the encirclement and blockade, walk through the high mountains and the Black Bone Swamp, and head to the then Jeanne d'Arc Castle.

Compared to the tedious political and military affairs after the capture of Jeanne d'Arc, Horn remembered this absurd and childish time most clearly.

How is Carrie? Why has there been no news for so long?

You know, Dia still communicates with Chilvis every month, but due to the road obstruction, she has not been able to return to Langsand County through the Red Copper Fortress.

Come to think of it, I haven't visited Frick's grave since I came back this time.

Horn suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fate.

At the beginning of the long road of blood and sweat, his good brother Danji was buried among the Gaotai Mountains.

In the middle of his long road of blood and sweat, he buried another good friend, Frick.

At the end of his long journey of blood and sweat, he buried a good man and a group of orphans. The similarity was that they basically had no names.

At that time, the Holy Grandson Papal State was still an ignorant rebel army that was chased away by imperial decrees, but now it has become a heavyweight force in the southeast of Qianhe Valley.

After the victory, the voices supporting Horn to become Archbishop of the Thousand Valleys even overwhelmed those of Abbot Ludwik of Blago Abbey.

In particular, Xiaochicheng, a die-hard supporter of the Juano faction, has unilaterally declared Horn the Archbishop of the Thousand River Valley in order to obtain the protection of the Salvation Army garrison.

However, what makes Horn feel helpless is that the people of Thousand River Valley prefer an enlightened monarch to a theocratic republic or constitutional self-government system.

Madeleine had previously initiated a sample survey and found that even the majority of people in the Papal State of Salvation believed that the best situation would be for the Thousand River Valley to close its doors, with the Holy Grandson becoming the Pope and Grand Duke Meliati becoming the Prince.

Anyway, there must be a great monarch above you.

The inertia of history is so strong that it cannot be reversed in just one year.

In the history of Horn's hometown, modern Europe has been a struggle between feudal forces and capitalist forces for hundreds of years, and some countries even have royal families.

Our sect has only been around for a year, and we don't want to reverse hundreds or thousands of years of tradition. Unless Horn can really control people's minds as the church claims.

The Salvation Army itself had to tolerate some of the remnants of the aristocratic forces and try to reduce the number of enemies to a small number so that they could survive first and then draw up a list and discuss settlement.

Could Horn in September 1444 have imagined what he would look like now?

At that time, he was still thinking about escaping to Black Snake Bay as soon as possible, but a year later, he became the leader of the three counties in the southeast of Qianhe Valley.

Martin sent a message saying that Dean Ludwick will visit in person in mid-September.

Judging from what was revealed in the letter, the Blago Monastery probably wanted to form an alliance among three or four families.

That is, Catherine's Lower River Rapids, Ludwick's Cassia, Horn's Longsand and the secret party in Black Snake Bay.

If an alliance could be formed, then facing the possible crusade of the church and the decree of Prince Condé would be more certain. Sitting up on the soft spider silk blended sheets, Horn leaned against the bed frame, raised his hands above his head, and stretched his waist.

His yawn suddenly turned into a peppery burp in the middle of the yawn.

Obviously, this was the aftermath of last night's banquet.

Although he set his own meal standard for the middle class, Catherine paid for it herself, brought two cows, and purchased a dozen sheep on short notice, adding a lot of food to the banquet.

Perhaps because his mind was extremely tense after the two world wars, in order to relax, Horn rarely did not have a bitter face, but drank two glasses.

This drink finally relaxed Horn, and he slept from ten o'clock last night to eleven o'clock in the morning. Looking at the black oak hands on the pendulum clock, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, then scratched his belly and got out of bed.

I opened the curtains and the blazing sunlight shone onto the foot of the bed.

I don’t know what design and material this mechanical palace uses. In such hot weather, there is actually a cool feeling in the room.

He pushed the door open himself. Even though there were two loyal orphans waiting at the door, Horn never liked others brushing his teeth and washing his face for him. He did it by himself, it was not like he had no hands.

But wearing clothes is an exception. The holy clothes in this world are more like soft cloth armor made of different parts.

Unless Horn had two more arms behind his back and under his crotch, he might be able to put on his clothes by himself.

Spitting out the tooth-cleaning medicine in his mouth, Horn looked at his pale yellow teeth in the clear water, casually put on a cool linen stand-collar shirt, and walked out of the room.

Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Horn could see directly into the lobby next to the Mechanical Theater.

The pen tip slid across the paper, making a rustling sound. The orphan soldiers had distorted faces and lay on the table.

In front of them, Shilov sat upright in a wheelchair, holding a book, and occasionally looked up at the pendulum clock beside her.

The ticking sound made Horn feel a sense of fear as if he had gone back to the past.

He tiptoed to the kitchen on the first floor, stole some cold bread and beef and a pot of warm black tea, and then returned to the second floor.

Chewing cold beef and drinking warm black tea, Horn leaned on the terrace railing and looked ahead.

I have to say that Witt's design is quite artistic. From here I can see the official residence square and the statue under construction in the distance.

There were a lot of people on Central Street, some buying grain and oil, and some buying and selling leather.

Looking closer, we can see that almost all the trees on the hill of the Mechanical Palace have been cut down, revealing lush grass and shrubs.

In the crescent-shaped open space from the hill to the Para River, Jeanne was conducting routine military training with Mitternich, Carter and others.

The congressmen and senior executives of the Magdi Chamber of Commerce were running out of breath and had not even recovered from their hangovers. A dozen elders riding on the trees nearby were watching the excitement with a laugh.

At the two ends of the crescent are two new buildings.

The one at the southern end is the Royal Armoury of the Papal States, which mainly moved the Holy Gun Workshop that was previously smelted in the Mechanical Palace to there.

But in addition to manufacturing the Holy Gun, the Arsenal also has the function of developing new clockwork weapons and improving the Holy Gun.

The one at the north end is the Mechanical Palace Engineering Research Institute, which is mainly responsible for the research and development of machinery related to Star Cast Gears, such as clockwork stone cutters, clockwork sawmills, clockwork oil presses...

In order to prevent the leakage of Starcast gears, these objects are advertised to the outside world as being driven by clockwork. Ordinary people cannot tell whether a clockwork can release such a large amount of kinetic energy.

After swallowing the cold bread in two or three bites, Horn patted the crumbs on his hands and walked towards the inner room: "Duvalon, help me change my clothes. Rafael, go and notify the Ordnance Manufacturing Institute and the Engineering Research Institute. I will go to inspect them later."

I had planned to take a rest today, practice the breathing method a few more times, and try to break through the third stage of the breathing method as soon as possible, or just lie in bed and read a Witcher novel.

But he couldn't rest until he could pay tribute to the nameless monk and the blue-blooded orphan.

(End of this chapter)