Chapter 1884 The Possibility of Replicating Artillery

"Can't the blacksmith we hired from Fort Vicky make it?"

The Beastman King asked, staring at the Minister of Scientific Research.

The minister was so trembling that he was stared at by the orc king, and he bowed and said: "Report to your majesty, even the masters can't forge it."

"What do they eat!" The orc king was slightly stunned and scolded: "If you can't create something out of nothing, can't you just imitate it?"

The minister of the Ministry of Scientific Research was so frightened by this angry rebuke that he was trembling all over and sweating heavily. His voice trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, what the masters said cannot be forged, does not include copying."

"If I can't even copy it, what's the use of them!" The Orc King was really angry now.

The entire hall was silent, and almost everyone lowered their heads, except for the old Duke, Prime Minister Lesta and me.

Suppressing the anger in his chest, the Beastman King turned to me and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Yi, what do you think of this matter?"

As early as when the Orc King got angry, I had prepared a plan in my mind and was waiting for him to ask me.

After organizing my words a little, I cleared my throat and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, I don't think that the inability to replicate the artillery is the incompetence of the masters."

The Beastman King looked at him unkindly and said, "Then you mean, I am making things difficult for them?"

"No, no," I shook my head and said, "I believe you have no intention of making things difficult for the master."

"Since the master is not responsible, and neither am I, then who should bear this responsibility? We can't let Vicky Castle bear all this, right?"

"Your Majesty," I met the Orc King's gaze and said slowly, "Wei Chen believes that the responsibility for the inability to replicate the artillery does not lie with any of the parties you are referring to, but rather lies in the longer past."

The Orc King was a little confused. The old Duke who sat down below him looked at me with burning eyes and said: "I am old and my brain is slow. I don't understand the meaning of your words. Can you be more straightforward?" Explain it to me?"

"Yes." I bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty must already know the origin of this cannon. It was obtained by a minister in a mausoleum, but I'm afraid your Majesty doesn't know the origin of the tomb, right?"

The Beastman King nodded: "I really don't know."

"That mausoleum," I paused, suddenly raised my voice, and said, "is the tomb of the first Goblin King during the melee period."

There was an uproar in the hall for a moment, and the ministers had different expressions, ranging from confusion, envy, or extreme expressions.

"You said it was the tomb of the first Goblin King during the melee?" The Beastman King frowned and said, "Is there any evidence?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I only judged based on the reliefs in the tomb passage. Oh, by the way, the president of the Iron Wolf Guild also found a sword in the jewelry pile and kept it for his own use. You can send professionals to take care of it. Make an identification.”

Hearing what I said so confidently, the Beastman King no longer had any doubts and said, "Even if it is the tomb of the first generation Elf King, how can we prove that the artillery cannot be copied?"

"I never said that artillery can't be copied." I shook my head in denial.

The Orc King's face, which had just softened, suddenly became ugly again.

Before he could speak, I quickly explained: "Artillery can naturally be copied. If it can't be copied, how could anyone build it?"

After a pause, I continued: "The reason why I just admitted that artillery cannot be copied is because with today's technological level, it is simply not possible to reach that level."

Seeing that most people looked puzzled, I continued: "You know that I have a special status and can enter and exit most of the forbidden places in Fort Vicky and Moonlight City at will. In their library, I accidentally read some interesting things. Fragments of historical documents that tell some interesting anecdotes about a lost civilization.”

"Lost civilization?" the Beastman King asked.

"To be precise, it is an ancient civilization," I said, "a civilization that is older than the existence of the goblins."

"How is it possible that there are existences older than the fairies?" A minister asked in a low voice.

"That is to say," some ministers echoed in a low voice: "Isn't this kid talking nonsense?"

"It's also possible that he was telling what happened in the dream as if it were true." A certain minister sighed in a low voice: "I remember doing this once when I was young. It was really embarrassing at the time."

For a time, there were many opinions, but few people really cared about me.

The Beastman King coughed slightly, and all the ministers immediately shut up, and the sound of a pin drop could be heard in the hall.

"According to you, this artillery is also a product of ancient civilization?"

Facing the Orc King's question, I nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Then what evidence do you have that it is a product of ancient civilization?"

"First," I stretched out my index finger and said, "It appeared in the tomb of the Elf King and was used as a mechanism hidden in the wall. You can verify this with the president of the Iron Wolf Guild."

"Second," I extended my middle finger and said, "One or several components of this artillery cannot be copied using current technology."

"Based on the above two points, I think it should be a product of ancient civilization."

"Is it possible that it is a technological product of the goblin rule?" the old Duke asked.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out," I said, "but no matter what the situation is, it can only prove one thing. With our current technological level, it cannot be copied."

The Beastman King subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but then he said seriously: "If this is the case, wouldn't the plan to mass-produce artillery be forced to abort?"

I stared at the Orc King, and I could read happiness and regret in his eyes.

They are probably glad that the money in their pockets will not be reduced as a result, but at the same time they regret that there is one less way to enhance national strength.

The old Duke looked a little sad when he heard what the Beastman King said.

He is the highest military officer in Dasha City, and his whole life has been devoted to assisting the Fergus family and defending Dasha City. Wouldn't he be sad to see that the way to enhance national power has been destroyed?

Seeing the old Duke's gloomy expression, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I tentatively suggested: "Actually, it doesn't necessarily mean it won't work."

"Huh?" The Beastman King raised his head and looked at me deeply, his complicated eyes full of expectation and anxiety.

Compared to the complex expression of the Orc King, the old Duke's expression only contained anticipation. He was eager to hear my proposal, even if there was only one chance in ten thousand.

After pondering for a moment, I said: "As far as I know, ancient civilization has been lost, but aren't things like civilization the product of humankind's imagination and wisdom? Since the ancestors in the past were able to create ancient civilization, Why can't we create it? Even if we really can't recreate the great technology of the past, it's still possible to recreate a mere artillery piece."