I built the Black Tower City in Sumeru.

Chapter 123 When it comes to the skill of ordering people around, if the Divine Child claims to be second, who dares to claim to be first?

Klee put down the half-eaten meat patty she was holding and was the first to raise her little hand and loudly agree, "That's right! That's right! Brother Honor Knight is the most amazing in the world! He not only makes the giant iron bird, but he also makes the giant Dudu Koko, which is specially made for frying fish, for Klee!"

Amber nodded in agreement: "Mr. Anil is a reliable person, just like the bandleader, Jean."

Wendy took embellishment to the extreme. He stood up, placed a hand on his chest, and chanted, "It's more than just diligence. We saw it with our own eyes on the spaceship; he didn't even need to draw on scrap paper."

"Use a few broken pieces of wood as reference points, make a few casual gestures in mid-air, and you've got a set of high-tech assembly line blueprints that will make all the merchants in Teyvat drool!"

These words nearly made the Sumeru scholars' eyes pop out of their sockets.

No need for even blueprints? Are they building flying mechs or underwater weapons that can also function?

Is this level of efficiency and mental capacity even human?

As Farusan listened to the Mondstadt people's flattering words, her gaze towards them became a hundred times more affectionate.

What could be more delightful than gathering together to praise one's beloved student?

This is my student.

I am a student of Faroshan.

Two groups of strangers, connected by the common topic of Chen Bo, immediately became sworn brothers, turning their casual conversation into a large-scale commendation meeting centered on Chen Bo's illustrious achievements.

Ke Lai took a big bite of the crispy on the outside and tender on the inside roasted meat wrap, her cheeks bulging.

She watched the group of Sumeru scholars, gesticulating wildly and completely caught up in their fanaticism.

Looking at the proud-faced Farusian and the troublemaking Wendy, I can only cover my face in embarrassment.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "What? This is getting more and more outrageous. Draft paper and all that? He can obviously draw, right? And it's not as simple as just making a few gestures."

In the past, scholars from the Order of the Church often held themselves in high esteem and looked down on mercenaries and ordinary civilians.

Chen Bo, without realizing it, has already reached the very top of the hierarchy of contempt.

Farusian was overjoyed to see her student praised.

After spending more than a month together, Chen Bo had long become an indispensable member of Falushan's family.

Farusan then slammed her hand on the table and loudly announced that she, as the mentor, would be footing the bill for today's expenses, drawing cheers from those around her.

at the same time.

Deep in the rainforest outside the city.

Chen Bo, who was concentrating on debugging the fully automated production machine tool, suddenly sneezed loudly.

He rubbed his sore nose and muttered, "It must be that drunkard Wendy using me as a storyteller to get drinks again."

Despite his complaints, his hand movements remained perfectly coordinated.

As the automatic spirit-injection and packaging machine emitted a crisp beep, a "Wind Attribute God's Eye" with a warm green glow and exquisite metal patterns around its edges rolled down the conveyor belt into the metal tray below.

Chen Bo picked up the high-quality counterfeit and examined it closely.

The low-grade slime liquid injected inside, mixed with luminescent marrow, is exhibiting extremely regular light and dark flickering under the guidance of the micro-flow array patterns at the bottom layer.

The fluctuations in the halo were perfectly synchronized with the gentle breathing rhythm of humans, a truly vibrant sight.

Even if you put the real and fake Eye of God together, you absolutely cannot tell the difference without cutting open the outer shell to examine the internal structure.

"Perfect."

Chen Bo tossed the fake eye into the air, caught it steadily, and then threw it into the mass-production collection box.

Once the production line is manufactured, everything is ready.

This is a black box that is eight meters long, two meters wide, and one meter high. By putting different materials into different feeding ports, it can continuously and quickly produce the Eye of God.

As for the materials, let the divine child handle them.

On the other end of the virtual communication, Nasita silently watched this masterpiece of counterfeiting craftsmanship through the visual sharing of the terminal, remaining silent for a long time.

She knew better than anyone that once the production line, capable of producing 100,000 fake eyes a day, was running at full power, tons of fake eyes would be airdropped into Inazuma.

General Thunder's "Eye Hunt Order" will become a complete joke.

The Fatui's plans will be temporarily stalled; now we just have to wait for them to make their move.

Debugging complete, no problems confirmed.

Chen Bo quickly printed out a simple rocket and sent the Eye of God replica to Inazuma. Then he clapped his hands and said, "Today's mission is complete. I can finally relax."

"Let's go to the library and relax by reading for a while."

the other side.

Night had just fallen.

A strong wind, carrying the smell of the sea, swept through the cherry blossom canopy and blew against Chen Bo's face.

The back mountain of Narukami Taisha Shrine. This desolate place, rarely visited by anyone, welcomed an uninvited guest tonight.

A faint flash of fire tore through the clouds and hurtled towards Yingxiang Mountain without warning.

That's right, without landing gear or a parachute, the cylindrical metal object crashed directly into Yingxiang Mountain.

Because there were no extra materials left for the printer, the rocket was made in a very simple way, saving every penny possible.

Therefore, the clone of the Flame of No Form was waiting here in advance.

(The previous text has been revised so that the formless thunder clone returns to Sumeru with the Heart of the God, because the Heart of the Thunder God is just right for nurturing the formless thunder.)

Facing the rampaging rocket, Chen Bo's avatar of the Formless Flame raised his right hand. A high concentration of fire element was compressed in his palm.

Five fingers spread out.

The falling metal cylinder was forcefully supported by a reverse heat wave, gradually slowing down until it hovered half a meter off the ground. Then, Chen Bo grabbed the lock on the metal casing with one hand and pulled it outward.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound, the eight-meter-long black box was exposed.

It has a heavy metallic texture. Because it is printed in one piece, there are no seams on the surface. It cannot be disassembled and can only be destroyed.

Not far away, beside a moss-covered rock, Yae no Miko ignored the dust that had settled on her skirt, her gaze fixed on the huge black box.

"Making such a commotion," the Divine Child asked in a drawn-out tone, "that a lump of iron fell from the sky onto my territory in the middle of the night. If you hadn't caught it, wouldn't it have exploded right on Shadow Mountain?"

Chen Bo did not answer. He walked straight to the side of the black box and rapidly entered commands on the combination lock.

The indicator lights on the side of the device lit up one by one, emitting a low-frequency hum.

During the test, Chen Bo had already collected a small amount of all the materials and put them into the rocket to be transported to Inazuma.

"This is the Eye of God replica machine." Chen Bo threw the materials that had been prepared inside the rocket into different feed ports.

The machine started up with the regular sounds of gears meshing and bearings rotating.

A few seconds later.

The metal tray below the discharge port made a crisp sound.

A perfectly round "fake lightning-type God's Eye" wrapped in intricate metallic patterns rolls down the chute, revealing the Inazuma-style God's Eye.

The divine child bent down and picked up the bead.

And it was also faintly glowing.

It's like breathing.

The Eye of God is an external elemental organ that naturally breathes slowly, and it becomes extremely bright when used at high intensity.

This thing isn't particularly bright, but it has the breathing rhythm of an elemental organ.

The divine child examined the Eye of God in his hand repeatedly.

It was so similar, so incredibly similar, that it even fooled the observation of this great demon.

"What is the daily output of this machine when it's running at full capacity?" the god asked, pinching his prosthetic eye.

Chen Bo: "With sufficient materials, we can produce 100,000 per day. After all, the Eye of God is very small. Don't be fooled by the small size of this machine; it has ten parallel production lines inside."

100,000!

Even the God Child himself was stunned. Did the total number of Eye of God holders in Teyvat reach 100,000?

Now, how could the warriors under the command of the Heavenly Territory possibly collect them all?

Once the Eye Hunt ends, this thing can probably be used to make small ornaments, which would be great souvenirs for people who come up the mountain.

Chen Bo pulled a list out of the rocket and handed it directly to the Divine Child.

"Machine handover complete. These are the specifications for the raw materials required for the equipment to operate. The collection of materials, feeding, and distribution of finished products are now in your hands, Shinji."

The divine child scanned the paper by the moonlight.

Emerald wood or peacock wood, slime gel, luminescent marrow —

Chen Bo marked the materials needed for each Eye of God.

The divine child did a quick calculation: if it were 100,000 per day, it would require five tons of trees.

Furthermore, it needs to be cut into cylinders slightly larger than the Eye of God before it can be used as raw material. This is another meticulous task, and it also involves a lot of waste, requiring ten tons of wood.

The task of capturing slimes is going to be even more demanding!

This machine would probably be difficult to operate at full capacity without at least twenty people working on it.

Her fingernails dug into the paper fibers. The goddess raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Chen Bo's expressionless face.

"You want me?" The priestess pointed to her own nose. "The dignified priest of Narukami Shrine. Going out into the wilderness in the middle of the night to lead people to cut down trees and make slimes in the ditch?"

Chen Bo spread his hands: "Well, if you don't want to do it, you can send a few witches to the Adventurers' Guild to post a secret bounty and let the adventurers do it."

The god-child angrily crumpled the paper into a strip, ignited it with lightning, and turned it into ashes.

She had just memorized the materials she needed.

"This won't work." The Divine Child took two steps forward, closing in on Chen Bo. "If I send a priestess to find the adventurer, it will be easy for them to find out."

"Narukami Shrine must not get involved in any public trouble. The matter must be accomplished in secrecy. Therefore, this dirty and tiring work can only be done by you, Chen Bo. I won't charge you rent for the space on the back mountain; that's the biggest support I can give you."

The two were passing the ball back and forth, each wanting to slack off.

Yes, I just wanted to be lazy.

The excuse that it would be easy to find out was just that—an excuse for not wanting to lose Mora, the adventurer they were hiring.

Chen Bo rested his chin on his hand: "But I want to go into seclusion and cultivate for a while."

"However, I seem to remember a few very useful workers."

The divine child narrowed his long, narrow eyes.

Chen Bo said, "It's Ayaka Kamisato and her friend, Yoshimiya Naganohara."

"Let me use the floating telescope to see what they're doing."

A beam of light shot out from the floating telescope next to them, unfolding a holographic screen between the two.

Another floating telescope, which was already above Inazuma Castle, began to maneuver at high speed, rapidly switching images and quickly locking onto the Naganohara fireworks shop in Hanamisaka.

The secluded backyard of the Naganohara fireworks shop.

In the scene, Yomiya is wearing his signature thin clothes, and sweat is streaming down his face.

She sat at a low table covered in sawdust, a polishing stone in her hand, dryly scraping a piece of log, performing the initial, preliminary work of drying.

Across the table, Master Zheng Sheng, wearing heavy, self-made goggles, was carefully carving out the patterns on the edge of the fake God's Eye with a narrow carving knife.

After every few cuts, Master Zheng Sheng had to stop and rub his dry eyes.

The baskets at their feet were piled high with pieces of wood of all sizes, and a few finished pieces that looked like the Eye of God were placed on the corner of the table.

Looking at the screen, Chen Bo commented, "The fake Eye of God is hand-carved to help the owner of the Eye of God escape capture. Ah, carving it stroke by stroke, you can't make more than a few in one night. Ah, what a persistent craftsman's spirit, what a warm-hearted dedication."

The divine child's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood Chen Bo's meaning.

It is estimated that Ayaka Kamisato is also secretly protecting the holders of the Eye of God, Yoomiya and Masakatsu, and is also creating fake Eyes of God to deceive the Tenryo magistrate.

If they had Chen Bo's machine that could produce 100,000 units a day, they would naturally work hard to cut down trees, scavenge slime, and produce as much as possible.

You don't have to spend a single Mora, and you'll even receive a wave of thanks.

This is so convenient!

The goddess covered her lips with one hand, and laughter escaped through her fingers.

"Brother Chen Bo, when it comes to the art of ordering people around, I've completely lost to you." The Divine Child didn't hold back his praise: "This isn't asking for help, it's sucking the marrow dry of someone, draining all their labor, and then expecting them to be grateful in the end."

"If you buy the person, they'll even thank you."

Chen Bo waved his hands repeatedly: "I dare not accept such praise. When it comes to ordering people around, if Shenzi says he is second, then who dares to say he is first?"

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"I had absolutely no idea what you were imagining."

"Alright, you go ahead with your work. I'm going into seclusion to cultivate for a while."

After saying this, Chen Bo, without waiting for the divine son's reply, transformed into a large firebird and flew towards the birthplace of the original formless fire.

The environment there is unique, perfect for a period of cultivation.

The Divine Child looked in the direction where Chen Bo had disappeared and rubbed his temples: "Sigh, these guys are all incredibly good at ordering people around."

The goddess took a few steps and stared at the crown of the largest cherry tree on the back mountain.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and a leaf twirled down, pausing for half a second before hitting the ground.

The divine child gathered lightning elements at his fingertips, and a thunderbird leaping with purple light took shape in his palm, which he then gently struck.

The pomelo fell down with a thud.

"Zaoyou, wake up, go deliver a message for me," the goddess said softly.

"Ugh—I still got caught." Zaoyou yawned widely, full of resistance to being forced to perform. "Lord Miyaji, waking up a growing child in the middle of the night is a cruel thing to do. If Zaoyou doesn't get enough sleep, she'll never grow tall."

The divine child handed the secret letter in his hand to Hayato.

"Go and run an errand for me and deliver the letter to Ayaka Kamisato, the magistrate of the guild, and Naganohara Yoshimiya. Once it's done, I'll grant you special permission to sleep in the back mountain for three days starting tomorrow."

"I promise I won't bother you for the next three days, and I'll even prepare some nutritional supplements to help you grow taller."

Zaoyou's raccoon ears stood up.

"Sleep for three days straight? And a food supplement that can increase height?"

"Alas! Wind-Hiding Advance!"

Early pomelo transformed into a whirlwind and quickly disappeared into the forest.

With everything arranged, the divine child straightened his sleeves and yawned.

Speaking of which, it's not too late yet. Should I read some light novels? Or should I openly and honestly look up what the heart is about?

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