Sir! Don't close the net!

How exactly was he supposed to explain the principle of the thruster to these "primitive people"?

Well, he himself doesn't even know how the thruster works.

It's best not to mess around with scientific matters.

Li Yili coughed, turned around, and wiped off the horn-like propeller drawn on the message in a bottle. She then placed a new one next to the bottle.

She drew a thruster, and before she could even speak, Alma tilted her head and complained, "This is... a skirt suit? How old-fashioned."

Li Yili's right hand, which was holding the pen, trembled slightly. After a brief silence, she raised her hand and waved the pen at Alma. "That's right, Secretary Alma, you will be wearing this dress as the emcee for the celebration banquet."

Alma's lips twitched, but she suppressed her urge to complain and pointed to the large message in a bottle on the blackboard.

"So, are you going to place an order with the fire spirit now?"

“It’s not about placing an order, it’s about the fire spirits wanting to make this submarine for us. Since it’s a machine, let’s get twenty or thirty of them,” Li Yili waved her hand at Alma.

“Twenty or thirty…” Alma coughed heavily, her expression stiff. “Minister Li Yili, I must remind you of something. We still don’t know what methods Austin used to block our wishing bottles. We have only reached a reconciliation with Austin on the surface. In reality, just like you are thinking about how to kill him, he must also be thinking about how to kill you.”

Alma exhaled and crossed her arms.

"Minister Li Yili, if you were Austin, what would you do?"

“Huh? Extorting protection money from Austin,” Li Yili picked at her ear and raised her eyes, “using the excuse that you don’t want your experiment to have all sorts of accidents to happen, right? to rip Austin off a lot of money.”

Li Yili's bluntness left Alma speechless, but it was a good sign. Since Li Yili understood the situation so well, she must have a solution.

"Tell me, what offer do I have to entice Bishop Azawi to cooperate with me?" Li Yili raised her eyebrows, chin in hand. "If we can replace Austin without anyone noticing, we can solve a lot of problems. Of course, it would be great if Bishop Azawi himself replaced Austin to cooperate with me."

After a long pause, Alma weakly stammered, "You...you're not kidding, are you?"

The thought of Bishop Azawi collaborating with the old guard sends chills down my spine.

“Hahaha—I’m just listing possibilities,” Li Yili laughed and waved her hand. “Secretary Alma, you go and express my thoughts to the fire spirit first. Everyone else, go ahead and get busy. Sieg, you stay here.”

Although she still had a lot of questions, Alma nodded and left the minister's office with the other Cloud Clan executives, leaving only Zig standing there with a nervous expression.

"Don't be nervous, Zieg. I just want to ask you about a few things," Li Yili patted Zieg's shoulder and leaned against the table. "What do the residents of Instas think about the Dead Man's Sea these past few days?"

Zieg blinked. "Everyone... is very keen to discuss the surface of the Sea of ​​Dead."

Zieg paused, then raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.

"After all, it can fulfill your wishes."

“Then…” Li Yili’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"What about now, after the wishing bottle... was thrown back?"

Chapter 113 You Are Special

"That's really strange..."

Zig turned his head and glanced at the Sheep Village Logistics Building behind him, muttering something under his breath.

He didn't quite understand Li Yili's question and reminder.

Don't pay attention to what others say, stick to your dreams, and the rumors will be the best proof that you did the right thing.

some type of……

It's almost as if the residents of Instasus would change their previous longing for the sea because their wishing bottles were thrown back.

"It's just that the wishing bottle was thrown back. How can everyone change their attitude in one day?"

Feeling increasingly awkward, Zig didn't go home immediately. Instead, he wandered around the Maosai District. Thanks to the vitality brought by the Sheep Village Logistics, even the Maosai District had changed from its previous decadence and started to be bustling with people. The residents of the Maosai District no longer lay sprawled on the roadside like garbage that could be seen everywhere. Instead, they were chatting in groups of two or three.

After a brief pause, Zig cautiously followed behind the group, walking casually with his hands behind his back, but actually eavesdropping on their conversation.

As usual, it was nothing more than a work-related issue. Because they were defective products from the Maosai District, they couldn't even pass the first round of fair interviews. Even if they were lucky enough to pass, they would be eliminated because of their defective product experience. Only hourly workers were willing to open their doors to them.

Although it may seem a bit heartless, Zieg genuinely felt that this was already a very fair thing. Why should people who used to be like trash lying on the side of the road receive the same treatment as people like Bert who work hard from dawn till dusk, exhausting their bodies?

Of course, if you said it out loud, you'd most likely get a good beating.

Zig chuckled awkwardly, but his laughter immediately drew the attention of the little tail behind him, and the people walking in front of him turned to look.

"Huh? Aren't you the one who's always clamoring to go to the Sea of ​​the Dead?"

"I'm not just making noise, I heard that Yangcun Logistics is working on sending him to the Dead Man's Sea."

"I think you're Sieg Slow, right?"

Before they knew it, several people had surrounded Sieg, their gazes toward him growing increasingly intense. The surrounding Instas residents also stopped in their tracks and turned to face Sieg with burning eyes.

Zig's expression froze, and he subconsciously recalled the serious look in Li Yili's eyes when she mentioned the reaction of the Instas residents.

This wouldn't have happened before.

Happening.

"Sieg, you...you must try your best!" The man standing in front of Sieg raised his hand and patted Sieg heavily on the back.

Zig was taken aback. Before he could react, the surrounding Instas residents burst into laughter and applause.

"Yes, you must not give up."

"You are our hope to reach the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead and pay homage to the gods; only you can do it."

"You are special—"

Amidst the encouragement and praise from the residents of Instas, Zig suddenly realized what was going on.

So that's what Minister Li Yili was talking about!

Because the wishing bottle was thrown back by the gods, the inhabitants of Instass understood more clearly how difficult it was to reach the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

The residents of Instas would think he's amazing for wanting to go to the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead!

The reason Li Yili spoke to him in such a serious tone and with such a look was because she was worried that he would become arrogant and complacent amidst all the praise.

"Everyone—everyone, listen to me!"

Zig struggled to break free from the praises of the Instas residents, stretching out his arms and waving them up and down forcefully.

"I—I will absolutely go to the surface of the Sea of ​​Dead!"

"So everyone can rest assured!"

"it is good--"

"Well done, Sieg Slow!"

I'll remember your face!

"You are the most special one in this Instas!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Although she wasn't particularly impressed with Li Yili's so-called submarine, and even thought it was nonsense, as a qualified secretary, Alma knew very well that if she didn't want to be taken advantage of by her boss, she should try to minimize her presence while the boss was doing his work. If she was too outstanding, she might end up being exploited by her boss when there was nothing to do.

So Alma hurried to the Fire Elf Steelworks and went straight to the minister's office. Just as she was about to push the door open, the office door was opened first, and the person who came out made Alma's eyes widen.

"El-Jiongno, what are you doing here?!"

Alma tilted her head, and Josephine and Joey were also there, quite by chance.

Considering Al's previous move to cede the benefits of the bill system to Austin, Alma instantly conjured up a whole host of scenarios in her mind.

Al raised his eyes. Although Alma didn't say a word, the change in Alma's eyes was like a grand drama unfolding, giving him a headache.

“Secretary Alma, it’s not just Sheep Village Logistics that’s giving up its interests in the bill system; Fire Sprites are too.”

“Ahem—” Alma coughed awkwardly, “So cough cough cough—I’ve come this far, but since you’ve finished your business, Executor Al, you should go back now.”

After saying that, Alma stepped aside, but El didn't leave immediately. Instead, he crossed his arms, tilted his head, and looked Alma up and down before turning around and going back to his office. He found a chair and sat down. "It seems that Secretary Alma has something to report. We'll go back together after you've finished."

Alma's eye twitched as she walked into the office and handed the sketch in her hand to Joey.

"This is a submarine designed by Minister Li Yili."

"A submarine...?" Joey took the sketch, glanced at it, raised an eyebrow slightly, and placed it in front of Joseph. "Isn't this just... a large wishing bottle?"

"To be precise, it's a very sturdy... wishing bottle with a seat," Elma muttered. "The original sketches also included a bunch of thrusters that could speed up the rider's life, but due to technological limitations, they were removed. Minister, no offense, but even though Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits are currently cooperating, we can't spoil them too much—"

"hiss--"

Josephine and Joey, having flipped two pages back on the sketch, seemed to see something shocking and gasped simultaneously.

"Terrifying indeed."

"Minister Li Yili is simply a genius!"

El raised an eyebrow, stood up, walked over to Josephine's side, glanced at her briefly, put his hands on his hips, sighed deeply, and said with a sigh, "Now that things have come to this, I'm not surprised at all."

Alma stared blankly at Josephine, Joey, and Al, who were holding the sketch and marveling at it.

Isn't it just a large wishing bottle?

"Alma, you... didn't you turn to the next two pages?" Joey asked, seeing Alma's blank expression.

"This... isn't this just a sketch..."

Alma couldn't help but mutter. Li Yili's sketches weren't exactly sloppy, but they were far from rigorous, resembling a child's doodles. Coupled with the propeller, she didn't bother to look at them further.

You'd better take a look.

Chapter 114 Pull the skirt up two centimeters to make it easier to talk

"hiss--"

Alma gasped as she held the sketch.

The drawing appears to be simply an oversized wishing bottle divided in two. Although the lines are still crooked and twisted, they completely reveal the "internal organs" of this oversized wishing bottle to them.

The bottom of the submarine has a space that occupies nearly one-third of its volume. This space is not sealed and has many openings around it. There are several partitions on the top of the space, which can be lowered by activating a mechanism through a lever in the cockpit.

The seemingly meaningless design made Alma gasp again.

She still remembers Li Yi

The experiment, which was performed for them, was so simple that even a fool could understand the proof that the displacement existed.

An empty bottle will float directly, but if it is filled with water, it will sink to the bottom.

Simple and easy to understand.

If you drain the water out of the bottle, it will float. As long as you can control the amount of water in the bottle, you can freely choose the depth at which the bottle stays. And the device that can realize this theory is in her hands.