I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 470 Listen to me, thank you.

"What's that bright thing over there in the Garden Square? Is it on fire?" King George III stood on the top of the palace, observing his country with a telescope.

Such a rainy day is really annoying.

George III's favorite thing to do was to study plants, and heavy rains were very unfriendly to plants.

His captain of the guards didn't have a telescope and couldn't see that far, but he still replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, it seems that there is a fire over there. The Minister of the Interior will be busy tonight."

London suffered a devastating fire in 1666 that burned for four days and four nights, destroying nearly 1300 houses, including St. Paul's Cathedral.

After that, the British authorities realized the importance of fire prevention, and soon set up a special fire department and invented the world's first fire truck with a hand-cranked water pump.

More than a hundred years have passed. Currently, firefighting affairs are under the jurisdiction of the Minister of the Interior and are within his scope of responsibility, which is why the Chief of the Guards said so.

"No, it's not a fire, it looks like a light!" King George III frowned even more, and bad memories surfaced in his mind.

"Electric light? Is it the patron saint of Earl Owen's family who has appeared?"

On the rooftop terrace of Owen's villa, there is a carousel that glows and sings automatically. It is said that the driving force is the electricity brought down from the sky by the gods.

This matter was no secret. It had already been passed on by word of mouth in London's upper circles and everyone knew about it.

Although human technology is still unable to grasp the mystery of lightning, Franklin had already published a paper on the concept of "electricity" in newspapers. Any gentleman who has the conditions to read newspapers should have heard about "electricity".

The cool electric off-road vehicle that Owen drove into London last year, as well as the magical electric light in his house, all of which were related to electricity. This made other nobles also have new expectations and yearnings for electricity.

In the context of the Industrial Revolution, Britain had a strong ability to actively accept new things.

Therefore, Cambridge University, Oxford University and the nearby University of London are all studying the secrets of electricity with the support of the royal family. Unfortunately, one of the college students was killed by lightning, and there has been no progress in the study of electricity.

When the captain of the guard heard the king talking about electricity, he naturally knew something about it, and he immediately thought of the patron saint of the Owen family.

Who else but God can claim thunder and lightning for himself?
When King George III heard his chief of the guards mention the word "patron saint", his face turned black. The relevant memories were not good at all. The challenge posed by the patron saint to his royal power and his position as the leader of the church was more serious than that posed by the parliament and the prime minister, but he could do nothing about it.

It is easy to eradicate pagans, but confronting the true God is obviously asking for trouble - the key is that their Jesus does not show up, and the patron saint of the Owen family is free and can be summoned at any time!
Since we can't beat them, we can only develop humbly and watch them run rampant.

"Send some people to find out what happened there."

"Okay, Mr. Count."

At the same time that George III was observing the Garden Square through a telescope, many nobles also noticed the light in this part of London.

Among them, the Earl of Grosvenor's family was the most shocked, because they also quickly noticed the little light in the darkness.

Earl Grosvenor was just watching the show at first, but soon he locked the location through the light source. If it wasn't his garden square, then whose was it?
"Why would the patron saint of the Owen family come to the Garden Square to perform a miracle?" Grosvenor was so depressed. What's the difference between this and a robber?
The land of the Garden Square belonged to the Grosvenor family. Common people were not allowed to enter on weekdays, and only the gentry of the same class as him could enjoy and stroll around, and occasionally hold an open-air party here.

But now, he looked through the telescope and saw that the center of the square was crowded with poor people, and several oriental-style buildings suddenly rose from the ground! Will this garden square still belong to them by then?

The poor are not to be feared, just drive them away.

But would he dare to dismantle a miracle that appeared overnight? Last year, the Eastern God Online transformed into the God of Thunder and smashed the palace with a heavy hammer. The scene is still vivid in our minds!

"Forget it, let's destroy it. I won't watch it anymore." Earl Grosvenor stuffed the telescope in his hand into the arms of his follower and left the observation deck, thinking out of sight, out of mind.

It was almost midnight, and Xia Qingdai built two mini villas in succession, put together a few matching bunk beds, and crammed them into the house, finally cramming all the people into the villas.

The people who were displaced because their homes were flooded have been fed and watered by the true God and are sleeping on the ground in a mess.

Xia Qingdai looked at the fixed house and dust cover and nodded with satisfaction. She would just make do with this for the night!

The Chinese people really have the genes of infrastructure maniacs. She created three sets of models in a short period of time. It has to be said that her efficiency is very good.

"Okay, Owen, let's go back. You've been busy all day and must be tired." Xia Qingdai had already taken out the drone to charge it. Now that the battery is fully charged, it is not impossible to ride the drone.

But she still held out her palm to Owen, motioning him to climb up.

Now that the rain has stopped, it would be the same if she just carried him back. Although it was a bit slower than the speed of the drone opening the map, both parties were more satisfied with this plan, and there was a romance in flying together.

The rainstorm was indeed fierce and almost posed a threat to Xia Qingdai's London villa. Fortunately, Xia Qingdai was smart and directly took out a water pump connected to the bathroom floor drain to suck out a lot of water from the Thames next to the villa.

Since it concerns her own interests, Xia Qingdai no longer cares about environmental protection or not, nor does she worry about whether too much feces and urine in the Thames will affect the modern water quality.

She believes that the high-tech sewage treatment capabilities of the 21st century will definitely be able to eliminate even the smallest bacteria like E. coli.

It was thanks to Xia Qingdai's water pump that the heavy rain did not wreak havoc in London.

It’s just that transportation is very slow nowadays, and many people have not yet eaten this melon. They just think that it is because their land is high that they were not flooded, but they don’t know that it is the power of modern technology.

It is their blessing to be neighbors with Xia Qingdai.

Today's disaster relief, preaching and spiritual activities were a complete success. Xia Qingdai sent Owen home and watched him walk into the villa before she looked away.

Owen was busy with her, and it was hard enough. She didn't plan to continue to bother him, but looked at the time and went to study on her own.

As soon as she sat down and prepared to write, Xia Qingdai suddenly thought of something and murmured to herself, "I don't know who owns this garden land. I have to ask Owen to buy it quickly."

Grosvenor, who lived next door, suddenly sneezed, and a song "Listen to Me Say Thank You" rang out.