When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1151 My Lathe Friction Friction
In the early morning of September, the Holy Mechanism, nestled in the mountains, was already gradually cooling down.

The mercury thermometer that Saint Sun guided the creation of had already reached a reading of 26 degrees Celsius.

With the cold, damp air from Nanze Lake, people huddled in the open space of the outdoor motorbike camp had to wear short capes.

Once the temperature drops at noon, you can take off this cloak.

However, the short cloaks provided by the factory were not very practical for the dwarves; they looked like knee-length cloaks to them.

Half of the open space was occupied by St. Regis workers dressed in indigo overalls, while the other half consisted of dwarven craftsmen with unshaven beards.

They mostly stood by the railway tracks, which served as both tracks for locomotives and horse-drawn trains.

"Can Leonard really build a new lathe in a day?" The dwarf craftsman Gulgar tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe. "Back when we were learning the craft, it would take at least three days to carve a dial like this, right?"

It takes more than a dozen to succeed, and he finished it all in one morning... hiss..."

Gulgar didn't finish his sentence, but the dwarves around him understood what he meant; they just didn't want to say it directly.

The young dwarf Balum beside him nodded, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the file, and said in a low voice, "To be fair, it took two days to calibrate the drive shaft for that spring magazine last time."

If his new lathe is really that amazing, then won't all of us who hand-machine parts be out of a job?

The workers from the Holy See weren't much better off; they were also huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"It's not that I don't believe in Leonardo's abilities, but this is too rushed."

"From sketches to lathes, and even engraving dials, even if he were a mechanical sage, he couldn't just conjure it up out of thin air, could he?"

That's what they said, but a different voice still rose from the crowd.

Do you believe in the Holy Alliance?

Everyone turned to look, and there stood a middle-aged laborer representative, who was also a prospective priest for the Church of the Fathers.

"Hard to say," someone in the crowd said sarcastically. Everyone looked around but couldn't recognize who it was.

But the labor representative didn't pursue the matter further; he simply shouted, "The Franco and Leia have a grand conspiracy to destroy the country we have worked so hard to build!"

Our country is the only one not ruled by nobles, but built by commoners, and they are terrified!

That's why they resorted to such despicable methods. Are we supposed to give in?

More and more people quieted down in the open space, all listening to the laborer priest's "sermon".

"You talk about miracles, but didn't the Holy Alliance achieve its success through miracles? When they built the Ether Clock, who believed it could be done? But it was done in the end."

And then there's the Wein Dam, such a high dam, others said it would take ten years to build, but we finished it in two and a half years..."

Upon hearing this, the murmurs in the open space immediately subsided.

Yes, the Holy Alliance has created too many miracles over the years.

From the miracle of "three years without paying taxes" to the miracle of defeating the Leia, from the clockwork revolution to today's World's Fair.

Which one wasn't initially questioned as "impossible"?
But in the end, it all came true.

Gulga put the pipe back in his mouth, but mumbled indistinctly, "That's true, but this kind of thing, oh... it's different!"

The instinct to find mineral veins and metals is an innate talent of dwarves.

If they lose these things, and the craftsmanship that the dwarves are so proud of, what will they have left?

No one can answer this question.

As the morning mist gradually dissipated, a pale golden hue appeared in the eastern sky, and the hands of the clock on the wall slowly moved toward seven o'clock.

The dwarves and workers on the open ground, though they had calmed down earlier, were now becoming increasingly anxious.

Some people looked up at the clock from time to time, some fiddled with the tools in their hands, and most people were looking in the direction from which the Holy Relic Court had come.

As agreed, Leonardo's new lathe should have been delivered before 7 o'clock, but now, there's not even a trace of it.

"It's almost seven o'clock!" a construction priest shouted, pointing to the clock. "If we wait any longer, we'll be too late. Let's get this straight—"

Should we stick to the original plan, with the dwarves focusing on the movement and drive shafts, or should we follow the backup plan, mixing the dwarves and workers and distributing the parts evenly?

The original plan, devised by Leonardo, was for the new lathe to handle gears for low-precision parts, freeing up the dwarven craftsmen. This would allow them to specialize in machining the most difficult orogenic bronze clockwork mechanisms and drive shafts, minimizing the scrap rate.

The backup plan was much more conservative. Regardless of whether the lathe was available, the parts were broken down according to their difficulty, with the dwarves and workers each making a part.

Although it is inefficient, it can guarantee that at least some parts will still be produced.

Gulga rubbed his hands together, his thick beard twitching as he did so: "How about... we stick to the backup plan? If the lathe really doesn't come, we can't just sit here and wait."

"But what if the lathe arrives later?"

"It's better than wasting time!" Gulga raised his voice. "There are only eight days left for the expo, we can't afford to waste any more time!"

The argument in the open space started again, with some saying "wait" and others saying "don't wait," and the argument became quite heated.

Seeing the commotion, Gulgar shook his head and directly called to his dwarves, "Fellow dwarves, go and collect the rough drafts..."

“Wait!” another young dwarf stopped him. “Listen.”

"what?"

"Da da da da——"

"Clang, clang, clang—"

It's a horse-drawn train!
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A black horse-drawn train, pulled by sixteen large, heavy horses, came speeding along the tracks.

People standing on the tracks quickly dodged, raising their arms and ducking their heads to avoid the flying stones.

"Xilulu——"

Before it had even come to a complete stop, there was a crisp click, and the panels on both sides of the carriage immediately fell down.

What was exposed was an object covered with a thick canvas and tightly bound with rope.

"They're here! They're here!" the young worker shouted excitedly.

Leonardo's student, Toram, jumped down from the carriage, his eyes bloodshot, and waved his hand: "Hurry up and help unload the carriage!"

The air in the open space seemed to pause for a moment, and then several workers and dwarves rushed forward in a flurry.

They hurriedly untied the canvas ropes, and immediately, everyone in the open space held their breath—

Two brand-new lathes were placed side by side in the carriage, their gleaming brass dials gleaming softly in the morning light.

The lead screw runs from the front to the rear of the vehicle, with the sliding tool holder secured to it, still smelling of fresh engine oil.

The nameplate on the side of the lathe clearly reads in white paint: "Leonardo-style precision lathe, made in September 1457".

"Two units? How could there be two!"

“Not just two—” Toram shook his head, “The Holy Mechanism Court is still building more, and by noon there will be a third, a fourth, and a fifth…”

Gulga squeezed to the front and reached out to touch the lathe's dial.

Without even looking, his metallic intuition, inherited from his dwarven blood, told him—accurate!

"This...this was really made in a day?" Gulga's voice was trembling.

“He’s practically a superman,” one of the dwarves remarked.

Those who don't know much about it might just think Leonardo's move was impressive.

But to the knowledgeable dwarves, there were no humans left.

The precision lathe design was completed in one night, the fifty-division scale was engraved in one morning, and the precision lathe was assembled in one twelve-hour process.

This morning, they actually assembled another precision lathe.

Do you, Leonardo, have eight arms?
Could it be that Leonardo DiCaprio is actually a high-quality human male disguised as a spider witch?
"Don't just stand there!" Sweating profusely, Toram unloaded the lathe using slanted planks. Seeing everyone motionless, he patted the carriage and shouted, "Get moving! Time waits for no one!"

"Oh oh oh-"

(End of this chapter)