Chapter 311 What? Are You Dissatisfied?

"Calling a goblin teacher?"

Terramus couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard such a request.

It is not uncommon for long-lived species to find short-lived species as teachers, especially if the other party is highly skilled and powerful. This not only does not damage the nobility of the blood, but also adds a bit of glory.

His brother is a typical example. As the descendant of the ancestral golden dragon and the six-winged seraph, he found a paladin as a teacher.

Although this teacher's strength is somewhat lacking, his character and morality can slightly make up for the lack of strength, so no one has any objections to this. After all, he is a paladin.

But what do these goblins in front of me mean? Needless to say in terms of strength, these goblins seem to be doing their best, but in fact, none of them can fight. As for morality, to be honest, what kind of morality can a group of green goblins have?

Let a group of greenskins be your teachers? Are you kidding me? He is a golden dragon. Although he is a golden dragon who has learned necromancy, he cannot be too outrageous.

"Yes, this is your father's request. No matter who you want to learn knowledge from, you should call him or her teacher."

The dragon elf who was responsible for leading the way for Tyramus replied.

“If they really have the knowledge I need and they’re really skilled, I’ll follow the etiquette and address them appropriately.”

Tyramus looked at the goblins moving around the steel giant, and did not object on the spot. He arrogantly declared that he would never recognize a goblin as a teacher.

Because his curiosity was still burning, he was very curious as to why his father recruited a group of goblins to serve him.

Because according to his understanding, his father would never like goblins, unless there is something really outstanding and irreplaceable about this group of goblins.

"What is this giant? A super giant golem?"

Tyramus fell from the sky and came to the head of the Iron Giant, where five goblins were active, arguing with each other over a structure that looked like an accessory on the giant's head.

However, what embarrassed the Son of the Holy Dragon was that neither his arrival nor his inquiries attracted the attention of even one goblin.

Even though the goblins in front of him were close at hand, none of them looked at him. They were all immersed in their own world, just arguing with their companions, speaking in a language he could understand, but they didn't understand it at all. If you have specific meaning.

"This is His Majesty the Holy Dragon Noah's heir, His Majesty Tyramus. Now answer His Majesty's questions."

The dragon goblin descended, but along with it came the awe-inspiring dragon power, which ended the argument among the goblins in an instant, forcing them to turn their attention to existences other than each other.

"His Royal Highness Tyramus? Since you are the heir of His Majesty the Holy Dragon, why do you ask such a stupid question? How does this look the same as the golem? Is it just because they are all made of metal?"

Even though he was intimidated by the power of the dragon, the goblin who spoke first was not polite at all.

"That's right, you don't even know the Titan Soldier, why are you here wasting our time? This is not a playground, and we are not nannies playing with children."

A second goblin engineer followed, venting his displeasure.

"If you want to have fun, go find someone else. We really don't have time."

Tyramus was shocked by the impudent speeches of the goblins in front of him.

It was hard for him to believe that the goblin could show no respect to the golden dragon. Although he was young now, his size was not small at all.

With a body length of seventeen meters, he could crush these goblins into mincemeat with just a flick of his tail. However, none of the goblins in front of him showed fear and awe, and they even wanted to expel him. .

This is enough to show how well these guys are taken care of under his father's management. They must have seen dragons that are more powerful or more terrifying than themselves, so they can be so reckless.

"Your Highness Tyramus is here to study, not to have fun."

"Study? Study what?"

The goblin, who looked like he could only fit between Tyramus's teeth, looked up and down at the young golden dragon in front of him, with a critical look in his eyes.

"Most of the weapons and weapons we make are not suitable for use by noble dragons like you. As for a small number of weapons, at our current level, even if they are made, you will probably look down upon them."

"Did you make this giant divine weapon?"

If he had just seen the Iron Giant, Tyramus would not have been able to identify it, but as soon as the name Titan Soldier came out, part of the knowledge in his bloodline was immediately revealed.

"Of course we made it. Maybe you don't believe it, but this is the masterpiece of our goblins."

The five goblins straightened their backs unconsciously, making their figures no longer look so rickety.

"Then can it move?"

Tyramus asked with some anticipation. If the goblins in front of him mastered the technology to make giant weapons, then he would be very willing to recognize the other party's teacher's status, as long as they could learn the relevant manufacturing technology.

"It's not complete yet and can't be moved."

Upon hearing Tyrams' question, the goblin engineer's originally unruly expression suddenly became depressed. The five goblins' eyes became evasive, but they still tried to make amends.

"That's what we're tackling right now."

"Your father, the noble Majesty Noah, only asked us to restore the complete manufacturing technology of the Giant God Soldier."

Tyramus understood why these goblins dared to be so arrogant, but after hearing that they had not yet restored the complete technology, the son of the Holy Dragon was not polite,

"Can't move? Isn't that just a huge human-shaped scrap metal?"

Tyramus' words were like cold water dripping into a boiling oil pan, and it exploded in an instant. The emotions of several goblin engineers became extremely excited in an instant,

"How can you say that?"

"How can this be scrap metal?"

"We just haven't completed the formation yet!"

"You don't understand the Giant God Soldier at all, you don't even know what mechanical engineering is."

"That's right, you don't know anything, you are not qualified to comment."

Seeing these goblins in front of him who were so angry that they jumped up and refuted him loudly, Tyramus just felt it was interesting. He flicked his tail lightly, and then skillfully released the dragon's power. After violently shutting up these goblins, he stretched out his dragon claws and pointed down,

"I don't really understand what you call mechanical engineering, but I can tell that some of the parts on this Giant God Soldier are at least three hundred years old.

That is to say, you spent at least as much time as these parts have existed to build it. The fact that it took you so long to complete it is enough to show that you don't have the ability to complete the Giant God Soldier with your own technology and resources."

Talramus looked confident. The goblin engineers, who were originally angry and blushing, became depressed under the pressure of the dragon's might. They sat down on the ground, showing the demeanor they should have when they were suppressed by the dragon's might.

After seeing these goblins in such a miserable state, Tyramus retracted his dragon power, and these goblin engineers quickly got up from the ground.

"My father provides you with resources to help you improve the Giant God Soldier. I think as the son of the Holy Dragon, I should be qualified to participate in it."

"But you don't understand mechanical engineering at all..."

"I can learn. Can't I master the knowledge that you goblins can master?"

"But you are a dragon. Even if you have mastered mechanical and engineering knowledge, once you enter practical application, can you tolerate dirt and oil?"

"I don't want to repeat it again. What you can do, I can definitely do."

Under the stunned gaze of the dragon fairy, the noble son of the Holy Dragon chose to live with a group of goblins day and night without hesitation, and didn't even give her a chance to persuade her.

"Your Highness, why did you choose to be here?"

After seeing that Tyramus and several goblin engineers had completed the course schedule for studying mechanical engineering, the dragon fairy couldn't help but ask curiously,

"This is a dark place where even the sun can't shine, and it is completely dominated by goblins. Even you can't blame the goblins too much and force them to do anything. You are with them day and night, which really undermines your noble status."

"This is a giant soldier!"

Tyramus didn't listen to a word of the dragon fairy's advice or interference. He just raised his head and stared at the giant standing in the steel casting world.

"But the manufacturing technology of the giant soldiers mastered by these goblins is not perfect. It is a long way to go to make a real giant soldier. You don't need to waste time here."

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"This is not a waste of time. The only imperfect technology is the technology mastered by the goblins, but we can use our methods to complete it and create a dragon-like giant soldier."

The more Teramus looked at the giant soldier, the more he liked it. Because in his eyes, this steel giant was just a silent corpse, waiting for him to inject soul, it would be able to move again.

Besides, his current goal is not to create a real giant soldier, but to replace his shadow guards with a steel body that cannot be seen as an undead.

He can simplify the design of the giant soldier based on the existing technology of the goblins. The research of this group of goblins in front of him cannot be said to be exactly in line with his needs, but it can only be said that some of the technology is precisely stuck at the point of his needs.

"You actually have such a big wish!"

The dragon fairy was amazed at the goal set by Teramus,

"However, according to my duties, I will report all of this to His Majesty Noah."

"It's okay, you go and report!"

Teramus waved his dragon claws indifferently.

"Let him be, as long as he likes it!"

Noah naturally didn't care about his offspring choosing to hang out with a group of goblins all day, and was even quite relieved.

Because this kid didn't discriminate against the knowledge mastered by the goblins because of their racial status, and was willing to put down his attitude and learn from them, which was rare for dragons.

For this reason, Noah also slightly tilted some of the resources in the territory towards the Giant God Workshop established by the goblins, not only increasing the annual budget, but also giving priority to the Giant God Workshop to arrange energetic young spellcasters.

After all, it was his own child, how could he not take care of it? With Noah's resource tilt, Telramus quickly found the metal material that could carry and contain the soul fire.

However, a single metal material is not stable enough, especially in the face of extremely complex and changeable battlefield environments. He needs to use this material as the main body, add other materials, and refine a special alloy to meet the usage requirements of the Undead Legion.

"What's wrong with this kid? Isn't his research talent first-class?"

Noah, who was always paying attention to the progress of his cub's research, was able to get the most detailed first-hand report. Tyramus didn't want to hide it from his old father, he just needed to hide it from the people around him.

Therefore, Noah had a very high opinion of Tyramus. Compared with many anthropologists sent to the Titan's workshop, Tyramus's knowledge base was not weak at all in terms of research. He had an unusual talent and a With an enviable research intuition, the route he chooses is often correct.

"My Tyra is obviously a genius!"

Rumble~

Just when Noah overturned his adoptive mother's evaluation of his child, the space above the Mage City suddenly distorted, and then was torn apart by a powerful force. A girl with disheveled hair, a scepter in hand, and bare feet fell from the sky. .

"I'm back!"

The girl's figure only stayed in the sky above the Mage City for a moment. The next moment, before the strong men in Elihim City noticed her, she had disappeared. When she reappeared, she had already stepped into Noah's palace.

"I'm so exhausted!"

"How did the inspection go? Are you interested in partnering with me?"

Noah looked at the legendary mage in front of him who was shrouded in a halo of elements, like the goddess of magic descending. He felt the noisy and boiling elements around her. The restless elements could fully explain what the mage had just experienced.

"Of course there is interest, but we have to discuss the profit sharing. My trip is not just for inspection."

"Did you fight those two orcs?"

Noah could only see that the legendary mage in front of him was engaged in a high-intensity battle. As for who he was fighting, he really couldn't tell.

"I met the Northwest Hammer King."

Serena snorted.

"Northwest Hammer King? What's the result?"

Noah's expression was subtle for a moment, but he soon understood who the so-called Hammer King was referring to.

"That hammer king will have to recover from his injuries for at least twenty years, so if you don't raise the bet, I will take at least 60% of the profit."

"Did you use the Great Summoning Technique?"

Noah believed that with this adoptive mother's ability, even if she encountered a demigod, even if she was defeated, she could escape through some mediation. However, wanting to severely injure a demigod was obviously beyond the limit of her abilities.

"Hmm, what? You don't accept it? If you don't accept it, you can learn from me!"

"Can't learn!"