Chapter 282: Summoning and Experimenting

When Trump arrived at the palace gate, an expression called "uneasy" appeared on his ugly face, and he whispered:

"Master, I'm here."

"Come in."

The palace gate slowly opened.

The ogre magician walked in slowly, bending his fat body, nervously waiting for orders, with big drops of sweat flowing from his forehead.

The mages who worked under Trump and suffered from repeated ridicule and scolding would never have thought that their leader would have such an embarrassing moment, which was simply unimaginable for them.

"Trump, you should have noticed that my recent state is not right."

"Master, this."

Trump secretly raised his head and found that there was no destructive light in Cassius's eyes, so he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

But soon, he realized another important thing.

The ogre knelt in front of the red dragon, like a moving meat mountain.

"Master, you... you are finally back."

"As your loyal follower, I didn't remind you in time. This is really a great fault. It's my fault! Please punish me--"

There was a crying tone in his voice, and he almost choked and shouted. His ugly face was twisted into a ball, which made the red dragon look at him.

For this shrewd ogre magician, Cassius was also a little amused.

"Enough, I summoned you here, not for you to cry here."

Cassius interrupted helplessly.

Rump immediately put away his awkward face, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on his face, put on the gold-framed glasses, and quietly served by the side-like any rational and capable senior wizard.

However, Cassius still trusted this trusted follower.

The red dragon ordered:

"I believe you have also seen that kind of violent state full of destructive desire, just like the 'Dragon Madness' in the records. In fact, I have been influenced by a certain demon lord. I need you to mobilize the power of the whole country to find ways to maintain sanity and isolate the will of the abyss at all costs."

"Yes, master."

Lang Pi lowered his head and answered solemnly.

Casius continued: "By the way, there is one more thing."

"I need you to make a sturdy and durable magic equipment that can detect me entering a violent state similar to 'Dragon Madness' and give timely reminders so that I can get out of the violent state in time."

"As for the detection standard, it will be determined by the chaotic parameters of the surrounding magic network."

Lang Pi has taken out a transparent small notebook and started to record it one by one.

The ogre magician pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said respectfully: "Master, technically speaking, it is not difficult to make equipment that can detect the magic network."

He paused slightly.

"But the key is how to make it difficult to be destroyed during your battle and send out a signal that can wake you up."

"But I will do my best and will not disappoint you."

Casius nodded slightly.

At the signal of the red dragon, Rumple turned and left.

Although he received few tasks this time, they were all difficult. The Ministry of Magic of the Burning Kingdom will be busy. Those human wizards with heavy dark circles and sparse hair will start working overtime every day for better spells, more gold coins, and higher status.

North Wind Castle, on the outskirts of the city.

Hundreds of people were attracted by the huge momentum and gathered together to watch, talking about it.

"What is this?"

"Is it a cow made of steel?"

"These people in the Strange Machinery Department are really good at wasting materials. They actually spread the best steel on the ground. Tsk, this is enough to make many good swords."

"What a joke, what use can this thing have?"

A man with a red nose and dragon scales on his face was striding towards him in triumph, surrounded by the Tiefling Guards.

The onlookers avoided him wisely, fearing that they would offend this dragon-blooded noble.

"Where did this big shot come from? Look at the dragon scales on his face. It's really enviable."

"Is this Gilmore."

"That craftsman noble?"

"What a lucky lord."

Whispers came from the crowd.

This noble was the so-called "craftsman representative" Gilmore Sparrow. He was originally just an ordinary blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in the east of the city, but because he discovered the defects of the rifle production line and improved them, he became a dragon-blooded noble.

His story was widely publicized as a classic "Dream of the Burning Kingdom", making many people in North Wind Castle envious and looking forward to becoming a noble through hard work one day.

Seeing the arrival of the viscount, the busy people immediately gathered around.

"My Lord Viscount, this section of track has been laid."

"Everyone who is blocking the road has been driven away."

"The coal and water in the steam locomotive are ready, just waiting for your order, and the experiment can start immediately."

The manager in charge of the project squeezed through the crowd, walked in front of the man, and said rather flatteringly.

Gilmore was immediately elated. He drank a sip of the soju in his hand and rubbed his hands with a red face.

"Everyone has worked hard for so many days, and it's time to produce some results."

"Let's start."

"Yes, sir!"

The manager immediately stood at attention and even saluted.

As the whistle blew and all the workers were busy, this huge "steel bull" finally started to operate.

In the magic steam boiler, a complex magic circle releases hot flames. The combustion process boils water into steam, and the steam is transported to the cylinder through pipes.

During the time when the magic force field valve controls the steam to reach the cylinder, the steam enters the slide valve chamber through the main steam valve and the throttle valve, and is controlled by the slide valve to alternately enter the left or right side of the cylinder to promote the movement of the magic piston.

"Kuang-dang-kang-dang."

The piston moved violently, driving the "limbs" made of steel, and the wheels underneath gradually rotated, finally making this heavy "iron bull" move.

There was a sudden commotion among the crowd of onlookers, but there were also strange sounds.

"It's moving!"

"It actually started to move!"

"This 'Iron Bull' can really run."

"But at such a slow speed, I might as well go riding a horse."

"Yeah, the donkey cart at John's house next door is faster than this."

The steam locomotive is still running, and the cooled steam is introduced into the condenser through the pipe, and then condenses into water again through the cooling array. This process is repeated when the steam engine is in motion.

"Woo——"

Accompanied by a long whistle, the exhaust gas produced by coal combustion was discharged from the top pipe, and thick gray smoke filled the air, like the heavy breathing of this huge machine.

"Great, it worked!"

"Finally achieved the above targets!"

"It's really coming to an end!"

When the steam locomotive reached the end, all the workers and managers present, including Viscount Gilmore, cheered.

Gilmore looked around at the talking people and thought with some disdain: "How can these ignorant people understand His Majesty's great blueprint?"

"It used to be that moving something of this weight required at least a third-level advanced spell, but now it only requires a few simple magic circles of the lowest level, as well as some coal and water. What's more, this is far from it. The limit.”

"When the railway is laid in the future, it will only take one day for His Majesty's troops to be dispatched to any part of the kingdom, as well as the food and commodities."