industrial lord

Chapter 158 Renting a Land
"You can't move here."

"It's okay, just move."

"When I put it back carefully, I found a few extra parts."

"I'm not that stupid."

……

"Stupid?"

"Accident, accident."

……

Frederick finally reinstalled the disassembled calculator, but there was no movement after turning it on.

"Stupid." Psyche laughed at him from the side, "I told you that this place cannot be moved, the magic power supply of the magic brain crystal will be cut off as soon as you move it, and without the maintenance of magic power, the 'little man in a bottle' inside will naturally die." Ruined."

Frederick sighed helplessly and asked, "Then what should we do?"

"No way." Psyche shrugged, "This calculator is already bricked, so I can only go to Ogilvy to reset it."

Frederick could only collapse on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling of the living room.

Ogilvy's calculator can be said to be a golem puppet with only calculation functions. It can currently perform four arithmetic operations of ten digits.

It converts numbers and symbols into magic signals through the keyboard and inputs them into the magic brain, and then the magic brain outputs the results through magic signals.The output end is the kind of color-changing crystal used on pea guns to show whether there are bullets in the barrel. The effect is a bit like an LCD screen, and it is divided into two lines. The upper part is the result, and the lower part is the number and symbol being input.

"I still don't understand," Frederick asked Psyche, "what is the principle of this devil's brain?"

Psyche sat on the sofa next to him and looked at a comic book, and replied without raising his head, "I just said it, the villain in a bottle."

"The magic brain is to use one's own or someone else's soul as a master, use the magic of the virtual soul to copy a section, and then stuff it into the empty magic crystal."

"This virtual soul is in the container, and behaves a bit like a person, so it is called the villain in a bottle."

At this time Frederick asked in surprise: "If a person's soul is completely copied, wouldn't there be a second identical person?"

Psyche raised his head and gave him a pair of white eyes, raised the comic book in his hand, pointed to a character on the cover and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Frederick looked at the comic book and replied: "This is the "Two Bears" drawn by Thomas. This man drew it after Hozenploz."

Psyche asked again: "Then the portrait on the cover is the same as the real person?"

Frederick replied: "Of course it's different. Not to mention that this is just a portrait, the image is also somewhat deviated due to the print."

"The same is true for virtual souls." Psyche continued to look at the comic strip and said, "Affected by factors such as observation methods, the degree of understanding of the ontology, the limitations of replication technology, the level of operators, and material limitations, hundreds of years in the industry Always 50 years away from perfectly duplicating the soul."

"So far, the virtual soul has no thinking ability, lacks the ability to understand, and only has the ability of conditioned reflex. After receiving the order, it will do what it wants to do in the virtual memory."

"Whether it's an undead skeleton or a golem puppet, it's easy to just cut people in battle, but more complicated actions are very troublesome."

"There is also a research direction that simulates animal golem puppets and replicates animal souls, which is quite useful."

After listening to it, Frederick barely understood it, and thought about it and said, "So, it can also be used to calculate many things, and maybe it can also type automatically."

Psyche asked him curiously: "Do you know how a typewriter works?"

"I understand a little bit." Frederick replied, "I remember the combination of a connecting rod and a lever. Don't worry about it. Let them study it when you have time."

He has always had a lot of ideas, but it is difficult to realize them, so he can only come slowly.

Psyche gave him a blank look, and said, "That's really lazy."

Frederick said unconvinced: "You still talk about me. It seems that you are very diligent. You go out of the castle twice a month to go to your soy sauce factory, and go back to your room to lie down all day long when you have nothing to do."

Psyche said indifferently: "You will understand when you are my age."

Frederick has black hair, and when she is her age, it is still a question of whether the grave will be there or not.

He glanced at the newly bought wind-up clock in the living room, and it was time for evening self-study.

At this moment, his brain froze, and he said to Psyche, "How about we do a few tricks tonight?"

Psyche put down the comic book and looked at him suspiciously, his eyes seemed to ask, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

Frederick shrugged and replied, "Master asked."

Psyche closed the comic book with a happy smile on his face.

On the training ground, as soon as Frederick picked up his two-handed sword for training, a group of elemental puppets appeared around him.

"Hey!" Frederick shouted hastily, "Didn't you do it yourself?"

Psyche put on a very innocent look and said, "That's how I do it. How can a lady wield a sword herself?"

Frederick was speechless, and then was beaten by the group all night.

Psyche said "I'm doing this for your own good", while controlling the elemental puppet to play a heavy hand.

"hiss……"

When Frederick lay down in the tub, the warm liquid irritated the bruises on his body, grinning in pain.

The special bruises are still very effective, and the pain will disappear after a while.

This is already a daily routine for Frederick. Richard Nall was so frightened that his feet trembled when he saw him capture the flag among thousands of troops that day on the mountain. Then he increased the intensity of training and studied by himself every night. All have high-intensity sparring, and the intensity is subject to no fractures.

"I really envy you." Someone said in the bathroom, "Every day there are masters to accompany you to practice."

The one who spoke was a girl in her early 20s, with dark golden hair, green eyes, tall and tall, with two white cloths tied around her body, and she was mixing sesame oil in the bathroom.

Frederick leaned his head on the tub, and couldn't help asking her: "You are also a princess, and you know how to summon. It's not difficult to find a master to practice with, right?"

The girl smiled wryly and said: "So what about the princess, I owe you a large sum of ransom money now, and I will be your slave."

"My father has too many concubines. I have [-] or [-] brothers and sisters. To the royal family, I am just a name on the annual annuity list. I only scare people outside. I don't count as anything at home."

"If I were really that rich, I wouldn't work for Ansbach."

Frederick let out an "oh" after hearing this.

At this time, the sesame oil was adjusted, and Altasha easily fished Frederick out of the tub with one hand and put him on the bed beside him, and began to apply the sesame oil for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis and soothing meridians, while constantly Regular massage.

During the formal massage, the body was very relaxed and hypnotic, and Frederick yawned.

"Ask you." He asked, "Do you have any special products on Green Island?"

Altaxia replied: "What else can there be, isn't it the fire magic crystal underground, the sheep on the ground, and the fish in the sea."

Frederick had done his homework before, and had a certain understanding of this island located in the Arctic Ocean in the northwest of the mainland with an area of ​​more than 200 million square kilometers and many volcanoes and hot springs.

He said nonchalantly: "Why don't we do business, you buy fire magic crystals and wool from Green Island and sell them to me, and see what is suitable for me here, then buy it and sell it back."

Altaxia was rubbing the bruise on the back of his right shoulder, and said helplessly, "Forget it, I don't have much strength, and I can't keep my business."

"My territory is on Cod Island, which is seven to eight hundred kilometers away from Green Island. The cargo ship was robbed as soon as it landed on Green Island."

Frederick asked suspiciously: "Isn't it okay to trade in your territory?"

Altaxia replied helplessly: "My territory has no port and no money to build it."

By this time the bruise on the back of Frederick's shoulder was gone, and she turned the guy over.

"Then I will lend you the money." Frederick said, "I will be a trading point in your territory, and I will place and receive the goods there."

Altaxia was a little moved. When he was working there in Ansbach, he also studied the local products of Wessenland. He knew that they would sell well in his hometown, but he shook his head in the end.

"I don't have anything to mortgage you." She shook her head and said, "Do you want me to mortgage myself to you? You haven't grown all your hair yet. You can use it when you grow up. I'm old and worthless." gone."

The corner of Frederick's mouth twitched.

Although Altaxia's figure is very good now, because she is located in an alpine region, her diet is rich in oil, meat, and wine. After the age of 25, she starts to look like a wine barrel.

Given the age difference between the two, in her eyes, bathing Frederick was the same as handling big fish in her hometown. The scales were removed, the blood was removed, the water was coated with sesame oil, then wrapped in flour, and then deep-fried. step only.

Frederick thought for a while and said: "Then I will rent a piece of land, which is like my territory. I have the final say. I will build a port there, and the customs duties will be shared equally. I will return the money to you after paying back the money. "

Altaxia quietly rubbed the bruise on Frederick's left arm, looking like he was thinking, and waited until he put the guy back into the tub before saying, "Let me think about it."

Frederick said: "Don't worry, you are a member of the sisterhood, and with Teacher Psyche around, I won't cheat you."

He felt that Altaxia belonged to the type who learned magic and was a bit stupid. He was suitable for being a scholar, not a manager. Otherwise, he would have opposed this kind of concession-like proposal immediately, at least stating that he could not garrison troops.

However, Artaxia has a fingernail-sized red maple leaf tattoo under her navel, which is the symbol of a member of the Witch Sisterhood, and Frederick didn't dare to go too far.

(End of this chapter)