Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

[Well, you can probably only see octopuses entangled with each other here. Or. Do you want to see the mechanical dancers? There are indeed dancers among the waiters.]

“It’s not impossible”

[You're really capable, aren't you?! I really underestimated your knowledge. The Romans are too simple compared to you. So no matter what this automaton says, it has to be handled cleanly. I've already contacted them, and they'll be out soon. Where are you meeting them? At home?]

"Let's go to the office. Business should be done in the open. Since it's not something done specifically for me, I won't bring it home."

Shangluo looked at the sky and said, "It seems to be getting dark. Let Grani come to pick them up. Grani is a bulletproof car, right?"

[What do you think? It's a demon god, so it's easy to block bullets. Although it's a six-legged warhorse and a mount, it can still defeat the bad guys who get in its way. Let me make an appointment. ]

"Does it know the way?"

[The map of the area where the Grand Palace was not entered before. It is sampling now, driving around on the road from home to school. It needs to collect enough road condition information to facilitate picking you up and dropping you off at school. It is expected to complete this work before you start school, so you can take it to school when school starts. ]

"Is Grani that troublesome?"

[Theoretically, it is not necessary to go through so much trouble to send you. I asked him to run around everywhere, but in fact, he was sampling the map navigation software that is being made. After he samples and uploads it, everyone can use the navigation software. But there is a problem - do you want to sample the Grand Palace area? It depends on your arrangement. After all, you have enough authority. ]

"It's a safety issue. I need to seek professional advice."

[Well, this is probably one of your few good points. You are much calmer than Phaethon.]

"Why do I seem to hear someone talking about me?" Phaethon appeared faintly, "If you are worried, I will come to escort you?"

She was standing behind him. She didn't go into the prison just now because there was no need. It was full of Jinyiwei and she thought it was too crowded. For some reason, she didn't like the prison very much. It always gave her a familiar and scary feeling, as if she had been imprisoned there before. It was a scary cell where the sun could not be seen and it was even airtight.

"Okay, thank you for your help." Shangluo nodded. "I will meet them at Changchun Palace in half an hour. Just bring them here."

Chapter 985: Triple Great Trisandras

"Lord of Heaven." Trisandres, the chief craftsman, followed Phaethon in. Just like before, the three of them wore long robes that covered their bodies. When they walked, they also stacked three on top of each other.

The name of Tris Anders means three Anders. In order to show the three great miracles, they need to be three-in-one to become more complete.

This is a matter of discussing solutions. Shangluo, who now holds power and military force, has found the manufacturer of the automaton. He wants to analyze the current situation from a technical perspective.

"Please sit down." Shangluo motioned for him to sit down first - and then he discovered something.

These three people can't seem to sit down. Their legs are too short to fit into a human chair.

There's also the issue of drinking tea - it seems like it wouldn't be right to invite anyone to drink tea.

"Do you want to separate for a moment?"

The Trisandres shook their heads like dancing lions: "No, no, we'll just stand there."

The three people below seldom spoke, and it was always the one at the top who spoke. But when they heard Shangluo suggested that they separate, they all immediately refused.

"Wait, your current state reminds me of the automata in Columbia." Shangluo asked, "If you separate, will you also become less intelligent?"

Anders nodded above his head. "When we came here just now, Lord Phaethon gave us a brief introduction to what is happening now. We think that the situation is similar. But the difference is that our forms are relatively complete. Even if we feel insecure after being separated, it only takes three to make a relatively complete individual. Those automata don't seem to have a problem of completeness or incompleteness. Logically, it doesn't take thousands of lights to make a personality. I guess they may have their own understanding of 'completeness'."

"Then what do you think is the reason?"

"This is a manifestation of insecurity - this is what we think after discussion. But to be honest, although we are the manufacturers of the waiters, how they develop after they are manufactured has nothing to do with us. Moreover, these automata seem to have too high a demand for their own sense of security, so much so that they are not even willing to communicate with the outside world when there is only one of them."

"Yeah," Shangluo nodded, "Actually, I wanted to ask if there were any backdoor programs or something like that. There's no need to ask now."

"Backdoor? Of course there is a backdoor. All automata should be wound up, that's the underlying logic. As long as it's a Vulcan core, it must be wound up. However, the situation of those crazy toasters is unclear, and we don't know where the winding restriction was lifted - maybe they just wound up a particularly large spring."

"Then first of all, there must be someone who wound them up? Who is this person?"

[Wait, could this person be you? ]

"Me? I don't even remember winding it up."

[But. The chef was gone originally, and you summoned him back.]

"But I never wound up anything like clockwork."

[The essence of clockwork is a permission and an invitation. You carried him back directly, which is a great "permission" - but it is not certain, after all, you have never used clockwork. Generally speaking, Roman magic will not be separated from reality and weave those shaman's crazy words. When it comes to winding up the clockwork, it means winding up the clockwork in the physical sense. This kind of ceremonial invitation should not bypass the logical encryption set up by the Palace of Muses. ]

Shangluo and Trisandes discussed what they saw in the imperial prison again - but still gained nothing.

The automated machines in Columbia appear to be completely out of the control of the manufacturers, who are like steel pipe sellers: once the pipes are sold, they have no control over what the buyers do with them.

"Then, next question." Shangluo put a clock on the table. "You can't handle those out-of-control ones, but you can handle this one, right? The main reason I asked you to come here today is for this matter."

Shangluo wanted to know what kind of treasure chest would be opened here. If a powerful waiter was opened, he would be happy to have some free time. He also liked eating bread, and it would be great if there was another bread chef with the skills of a chef.

But if something strange is found, Shangluo thinks that although this thing is precious, it is better to destroy it.

"Oh, oh." Trisandres laughed. "The questions you asked about the automata before really made us feel uneasy. In every sense. As manufacturers, we made defective products and caused a huge stir. This makes us feel very guilty. Now you finally brought out something we are familiar with. Can I take it and check it out?"

"Okay." Shang Luo raised his hand to indicate that he could take the clock from the table. The precious Omega-grade Vulcan core was placed inside the clock.

The Trisandres fiddled with their robes. The one in the middle reached out his white-gloved hand from his robe and took it off.

Shangluo noticed that the arms of these elves were completely black, as black as charcoal and as cold as ash. This was a look they had never shown before.

The charred hands picked up the clock and passed it down and up again. Three pairs of hands and three pairs of eyes flexibly rotated and observed.

After observing for a few times, the one in the middle opened the small door on the clock again and peeked inside with a flashlight.

“???” His hands trembled and he handed the clock to the person below him, letting him take a look.

"???"

The clock was passed up again for a third inspection:

"???"

Although he couldn't see their faces, Shangluo could read their confusion from their body language.

"what happened?"

"This... This is not produced by us."

"Huh?" Shang Luo was stunned for a moment. "What's going on? Isn't this a national gift from the Romans?"

"This. This." Trisandras was confused. They put their heads back into their coats and talked for a while:

"We confirmed once again that this was not produced by us because we did not find any marks left by us on it."

"Could it be that one of the others among you produced it?"

"No, no, no. You may not know that elves are associated with magic. Except for entities like me with clothing, other elves cannot communicate with humans at all, so we needed to seal off the entire site when we were working before. So to deal with the elves of the craft, you must go through a ritual, just like other elves. So if I haven't seen it, this is really not made by us - but the principle is still the same. Otherwise, you can unzip it and take a look? Just take a look."

Chapter 986 Three-No Products

"I told you that the Romans are unreliable! How can they send a state gift and a product without any quality assurance?"

There were more people, and the room was full of Jinyiwei. After receiving the sword pill's enhancement, the number of Jinyiwei who could participate in such occasions increased greatly. Now there were no less than 200 Qigong-level fighters. Those who couldn't stand in the room stood outside, and dozens of them were stationed on the beams, surrounding the place layer by layer.

After knowing that this thing was not a reliable product, Fu Yuanshan also arrived at the scene. Although he had not participated in the investigation of the whole thing before, he knew the situation here through the messages in the group.

Now the situation has developed to the point where he has no choice but to take the stage.

When he came to the office, Fu Yuanshan was still wearing a cotton waist protector around his waist.

"Senior Fu, how about you sit down first?" Shang Luo stood up. Before he could react, many people came into the room.

Fu Yuanshan rolled his eyes: "Is this the seat I can sit on?"

"Ah? Oh, sorry, I almost forgot." This seat was lent to him by Zhu Xianxun. It was only lent to him and not to anyone else.

Shangluo looked around and saw that there was no room for a stool in the room, so he simply stood up. It was not appropriate for him to sit alone, so it would be fine if everyone stood.

[Why are you still a little nervous? You've seen so much. ]

"Because this is the first time that so many people are standing in front of me, waiting for me to make an important decision - many things before were just done naturally. But this time, I have to make the decision."

Fu Yuanshan held up the clock and looked at it for a while. To be honest, he couldn't see anything. But he could already feel the power in it.

Putting down the clock, he shook his head:

"Shangluo. If the things in here are not under control, it may trigger a higher level of alarm. This thing is very powerful - so isn't this the national gift of Rome?"

"That's the theory."

"Why don't you ask the little Queen Victoria first. She should know the number of things she gave."

"Hold on a minute, I was already dialing. Victoria seems to be out shopping, but it doesn't matter, I can ask someone else."

"Buying things???" Fu Yuanshan was stunned for a moment. He knew that Zhu Xianxin often went out to hang out, so how come there was also a street-drifting emperor in Rome?

[Actually, she came to Yujing to receive treatment. She planned to stay for a while. Because she didn't want too many people to know, she went to buy supplies by herself, and only brought a few followers. She should be back soon. But it's better not to look for her. She shouldn't worry about such things. Oh, here she comes, someone else should answer the phone over there. ]

"Ah~~ Happy." It's been a long time since I last saw the sun outside. Although leaving the high concentration of phlogiston in the bedroom might make me petrified further, Victoria still went out for a walk. After all, she will soon be able to go to Shangluo in Zhendan for treatment, and a strong golden elixir will replace the now weak stone heart to provide energy.

Although she had just gone out shopping in an airtight sedan, she could still see the streets of the inner city of Constantinople through the special one-way glass.

The streetscape here has hardly changed from 1000 years ago, except that the vehicles on the road have changed from horse-drawn carriages to cars. She also wanted to go to the outer city outside the Theodosius wall to see how many buildings there were. But given her current physical condition, it would be better to be cautious.

"Your Majesty, there is an emergency call from Aurora."

The head maid was waiting for her behind the bedroom door, separated by two airtight doors.

"Who is it? Why me? Shouldn't this kind of call be made to my father?"

"Yes"

"Ah! Is it him? Is it him?"

The head maid nodded: "It's the one you think of. But it seems to be due to some official business."

"Why, Miss Agatha, what do you think I'm expecting? Business, of course. What about the phone? Is he listening?"

"Yes, it was the one who held the electricity himself."

Victoria took the phone from her before she could finish her words.

The head maid Agatha pushed up her glasses to take it all in, but she wasn't going to say anything.

"Hello, Shangluo, do you have any business to talk to me about?"

"Victoria, it was you who answered the phone? I thought it was someone else involved."

"Eh? Aren't you looking for me?"

Shang Luo hesitated for a moment: "That's strange. I said I could just find someone who knows the situation. I don't have to bother you. Anyway, it's a good idea for you to answer the phone. I think it will be clearer if I ask you."

Shangluo briefly introduced the current situation to Victoria.

"Something went wrong with the state gift? That's a big deal. So, you said that after the Elven Blacksmith Master inspected it, they determined that the Vulcan Core was not made by them? Ah..."

"So, do you have any idea?"

"Then it should be made in the Syracuse Academy of Sciences. No, I remember that all mass-produced machines were made in the elves' workshops. Could that be a prototype?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's the situation." Victoria thought for a moment. "Although the Vulcan Core was manufactured by the elven blacksmiths, the developer of these technologies was the Syracuse Academy, that is, Archimedes the Sage. It's not quite right to say it was an invention, because the source of these magics is the god of fire Vulcan. So it should be said that Archimedes the Sage 'discovered' the Vulcan Core, just like other people discovered many scientific theorems of nature. The magic of the Vulcan Core is there, just like the three laws of classical mechanics, just waiting to be discovered. Here, the main developer of these technologies is the Syracuse Academy."

"Oh, by the way, I don't think I've seen Archimedes before. He's been to the Palace of Muses. Why isn't he there?"

"Because Archimedes hated the Romans." Victoria said helplessly, "Archimedes hated the Romans very, very, very much. When Rome invaded Syracuse, he was hacked to death by Roman soldiers who didn't know the truth because he was meditating and drawing on the beach. Just because the Roman soldiers stepped on the traces on the beach, Archimedes yelled, 'Don't touch my human picture', and then he was hacked to death by the Romans."

"Oh, yes. I know about that."

"So he refused to participate in the communion of the House of Muses, and chose to lead the Syracuse Academy alone. Similarly, he never communicated with Latin-speaking Romans, only with Greek speakers."

Chapter 987 Secret

"Does she communicate with you?"

Victoria covered her forehead and answered with a smile: "She thought I was a Byzantine barbarian. Because when he lived there, Constantinople, which is now the Byzantine region, was in a very marginal position. So he was not very willing to talk to me, and was only willing to communicate with me through the sages of the Palace of Muses."

"It turns out that he is also a regional black."

"No way, he is an old-school Greek. Although a little too old-school, he lived in the Pan-Hellenic era after the end of Alexander's expedition. Greek culture spread almost everywhere in the known world. Even ancient countries like Egypt and Persia entered the Hellenistic era under the rule of successor warlords like Ptolemy and Seleucus. Although Rome had already risen when Archimedes was born, as an old-school Greek, he still only recognized those Greek city-states with mature civil societies - this can't be blamed on him. The Romans at that time felt that they were country people compared to the Greek world, and they were proud to hire a Greek tutor."

"Then there should be no problem with his relationship with other sages, right?" Shang Luo thought, it would be great if the after-sales problems could be solved by the Muse Palace, "and what does he think of us?"

"He has a very good relationship with the Palace of Muses. This may be because he was born in Syracuse. At that time, Syracuse was a cultural bastion of the Greek world, and its legal system came from the colonists of the city-state of Corinth. In the end, Syracuse sided with Carthage in the Second Punic War and was destroyed by the Romans. However, despite this, Syracuse was still an important part of the Greek system before. He can travel around the entire Greek world as a Greek citizen. Alexandria's academic center can be regarded as his alma mater. He learned all his knowledge from Alexandria. As for you..."