When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1057 The Clockwork Revolution of the Holy Machine Court (End)
The sunset outside the window painted the sky red, and smoke rose from the peat chimneys of the Holy Machine Court, mingling with the sounds of blacksmithing from the distant workshops.

Once he was sure Leonardo was ready, Horn stretched, stood up, and picked up his coat from the back of his chair.

He had just reached the door when he heard a knocking sound.

He pulled the doorknob: "Is there something you need?"

Edwin scratched his short gray hair: "We just received news from the Evangelical Court that Ambassador Thierry of Fran and Deputy Envoy Fontenay have arrived."

Besides, the envoys from the Five Cities Alliance of Dawn Island seemed to be traveling the same route as them.

"Have the two sides met yet?"

"We've already met."

These two are quick! The intelligence network in Fran is far too efficient.

His face darkened, and he looked out at the twilight before shaking his head. "Forget it, let them rest for now, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning. I'm going to the Mechanical Palace."

"Yes, I'll arrange the carriage right away."

Under the protection of the cavalry, the papal carriage rolled over the cobblestone streets of the Holy See.

By this time, the workshops and shops on both sides of the St. Regis had already closed for the day, with only a few apprentices and street sweepers holding oil lamps to clean the streets.

Upon arriving at the Mechanical Palace, Horn lifted the carriage curtain and entered through the bronze rooster door.

In the open space in the center of the courtyard, the crystal pillar made of broken dragon bone, as thick as two people could hug, stood out conspicuously.

The column has a mother-of-pearl luster and is fixed to the base by four brass brackets.

The star-shaped hammer at the top hangs in mid-air, and the chain connects to the orogenic bronze spring box on the side, the lid of which is engraved with fine gear patterns.

Inside the annular mithril trough surrounding the base, Horn could still see liquid lunar mercury swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Walking through the early summer heat, Horn walked around the contraption with his hands behind his back: "Is this your prototype ether clock?"

“Yes.” Leonardo was much more excited than usual. “With the etheric field, we have the frequency of the etheric field.”

Your Majesty, if you read the latest issue of the Journal of Natural Sciences, you will see research on ether frequencies.

It has been proven that there is a range of etheric vibration frequencies that mortals and holy sorcerers can perceive.

How to induce resonance at different frequencies of the ether would normally be a research project that would take hundreds of years, but the "Dragon Language Magical Dictionary" fills that gap.

In fact, many alchemists have unintentionally used etheric resonance; the previous Tarot Law meditation was essentially etheric resonance.

Standing on the shoulders of wizards, dragons, and elves, we saved ourselves centuries of effort and successfully completed this etheric clock.

"Does that mean we can remotely recharge the clockwork?"

“Uh, not yet, Your Majesty.” Leonardo quickly added, seeing Horn’s disappointment, “Firstly, we haven’t been able to summarize the frequency formula for orthocyanins yet.”

Secondly, activating the Ether Clock requires too much energy, which is not enough with just the Moon Pool, so we have to rely on the Ether Spire.

After all, wireless transmission can only be achieved within the coverage area of ​​an ether clock.

"If we could cover the entire Thousand River Valley, that would be ideal; if not, we'll have to settle for second best."

Horn was only disappointed for a moment before recovering.

With a theoretical foundation and various methodologies in place, the clockwork revolution in the Eastern Continent has gotten on track.

Going from zero to one is difficult, but going from one to two to three will only get faster and faster.

Perhaps in the near future, we will see things like Ethernet repeaters.

In the future, it's likely that there won't just be clockwork mechanisms; there will also be things like orthogonal springs that convert etheric potential energy into tangible energy.

"Since there's no frequency formula for orthogonal, how do you plan to verify it?" Edwin, who had come with Horn, couldn't help but ask curiously.

Sylph glanced at her: "Didn't you notice anything different about the Mechanical Palace today?"

Edwin spun around in place: "Why does it look like there are so many ropes stretched out, and some glass pebbles hanging from them?"

“That’s fluorite,” Horn corrected Edwin, then turned to Sylph beside him and asked, “How did you find the frequency of fluorite?”

“Yes, igniting the etheric resonance of the fluorite isn’t complicated.” Shilov stretched out her hands toward Horn.

Horn immediately reached out and grasped Shilov's hands.

Feeling the warmth of Horn's palm, Shilov laughed: "It's a good opportunity to test the range with the energy of the Great Spire. Maybe it can cover most of the Holy Mechanism Court."

Pushing Sylph to the side, Horn asked Leonard, "Ready?"

"You can start anytime."

"Okay, let's get started."

…………

What are those people on the roof installing?

Riding a horse, with a carriage following behind, Bradak pointed to the houses on both sides of the main street and asked.

The sun was setting, and the evening glow had faded.

A few wisps of thin clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving only a few lonely stars scattered in the sky.

Thierry and Fontenoy followed the direction Bradac pointed and saw people moving about on the rooftops of every house. In many of the lower shops, several laborers were climbing ladders and nailing stones, embedded in wooden frames, to the eaves.

Above some narrow alleyways, countless stones are also tied to the ropes used to hang triangular ribbons.

“Who knows?” Thierry frowned. He hadn’t seen these things when he came to the Holy Mechanism before.

Fontenor chuckled and scratched his back with his riding crop: "Using broken stones as decorations? I knew the Holy Alliance's taste was a bit laughable."

Frowning, Bradak knew that Fontenor was calling on him.

After the Five Cities Alliance converted to the Holy Path Sect, their first target for seeking help was the Holy Alliance.

The Fran are certainly stronger than the Holy Alliance, but the Fran also have a stricter control over the cities.

In order to retain some autonomy, they opted for the more reputable Horn and his Holy Alliance.

Bradak looked up at the orderly street.

The stone slabs were laid flat and even, the houses were all the same height, and even the window sills were about the same height.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see the fresh flowers on the windowsills like those in Flower Hill City, nor could he hear the noise in the taverns.

He carried a letter from the five cities of Leia in his arms, pleading for help, but looking at the desolate scene, a sudden unease struck him.

“It’s far worse than Flower Hill City,” Fontenor said in a low voice. “It’s practically deserted.”

“The Holy Mechanism has only been around for five years,” Thierry defended the Holy Alliance. “To have such a large population already shows that it has developed quite rapidly.”

Fontenor spat: "Even if they have another hundred years, they still won't catch up to a fraction of Flowerhill City's size."

Look at this dilapidated street, they can't even afford to light torches, you'd probably bump into a wall if you walked at night.

Thierry's mind raced as he listened to Fontenoy's mutterings.

He clearly remembered that the last time he came, all the wrought iron torch stands on the street were lit, but today they were all empty, and it seemed that even the cores had been deliberately removed.

What exactly is going on?

Thierry frowned and looked around: "Wait, there were torches here last month..."

"Click——"

Thierry’s ears told him he heard nothing, but a sudden click and buzzing sound appeared in his mind.

"What's wrong?" Fontenor asked, peeking out.

Thierry didn't answer, he just stared blankly at Fontenoy.

Fontenor was completely bewildered, only to find that Thierry's face suddenly lit up.

"My God."

Turning around, Fontenor and Bradak uttered their low gasps simultaneously.

Before their eyes, a faint light suddenly appeared on the distant mechanical palace.

Then, the second point, the third point...

Countless fluorite burst forth one after another from near to far, like the Father overturning a box of stars, scattering countless stars onto the roof of the Holy Machine Palace.

Green, red, gold, white—everything in front of my eyes is blurry.

The colorful halos of fluorite transformed into flowing rivers of light, spreading along the streets.

The fluorite under the eaves forms a band of light, and the fluorite in the square is piled up into a mountain of light.

The streets were lit up, the stone slabs underfoot were lit up, and even the once dark night sky was lit up.

People who had been staying at home came out one after another, their mouths agape as they gazed at the stars that had once hung high in the sky, now appearing so close.

"Stars, it's stars!"

"Wait, that looks like a fluorite lamp?"

"Why are these fluorescent lamps so bright? Wait, who's supplying these fluorescent lamps with magic?"

"It's so bright, just like daytime, like being in a rainbow."

"I'm no longer afraid to walk at night!"

The light surged outwards and spread in all directions until it stopped at the edge of the wilderness, enveloping most of the Holy Mechanism Court.

Thierry was the first to react, turning his serious gaze toward the Mechanical Palace.

Fontaine, however, held his head high, still dazed from the psychedelic, multicolored lights.

As for Bradak, he stood up from his saddle.

With dazed eyes, she reached out and gently touched the burning fluorescent lamp over her head.

Neither light nor heat is an illusion.

"This, this is truly a miracle..."

(End of this chapter)