When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1157 The Horse-Riding Journey
The discussion was in full swing when suddenly someone pointed at the entrance to the observation deck and shouted, "Isn't that Axent? What's he doing here!"

Spongi squinted and saw a man in gray overalls climbing up the ladder.

After a quick mental search, Sibangqi immediately remembered who he was.

He is one of the leaders of the Holy Union Clockwork Locomotive Reconstruction Team, and his name was mentioned by Pravda a few days ago.

Why is he here instead of debugging the locomotive? Is the debugging complete and the locomotive about to arrive?
That's impossible. He's the chief engineer of a team; there's no way he wouldn't stay until the end.

Clearly, Spongi wasn't the only one aware of this problem.

"It really is him!" Immediately, a crowd gathered around. "Mr. Axent, is the motorcycle finished yet? Will it be able to ride out later?"

Aksente's face was tense, his hands behind his back, and he didn't even look at the people surrounding him: "Keep it a secret."

One of the Norn customers, still persistent, pressed on, "Just tell us the truth! We've already put money in our account!"

"I said it's confidential, and that's confidential." With that cold remark, Axent pushed through the crowd and headed straight for the center of the observation deck.

They walked hurriedly, as if they had something urgent to attend to.

Feeling awkward, the group left cursing.

As he watched Axent approach, Spongi rubbed the ring on his finger.

Aksente is a key figure in the Clockwork Locomotive crew; you might hear some truth from him.

He happened to be sitting in the front row of the observation deck, and Axent was also walking towards the middle, stopping right behind him.

Spongi's eyelids immediately drooped, and he pretended to close his eyes and doze off.

Axent glanced at him, assuming he was just an ordinary passenger, and sat down, staring intently at the railway tracks.

Not long after, Sponge heard footsteps behind him again, and a voice called out, "Axent, where are you?"

"Here it is!"

Spongi secretly glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and saw a man wearing the same work clothes as Axent.

He was clutching a greasy wheat cake in his hand, with breadcrumbs still stuck to the corners of his mouth.

It's obvious he just rushed over from the workshop and hasn't even had a proper meal yet.

"Why are you so late?" Axent's voice was low, but not completely muffled. "How's things at the workshop?"

"What else can we do?" The man took a bite of his wheat cake and complained indistinctly, "I worked overtime until the early hours of last night, and the axle box still hasn't been calibrated. It won't be ready until at least tomorrow, but even then, it'll just be able to move. Whether it'll be able to be driven on the road is another matter."

No, I can't laugh now, Sibangqi forced himself to keep a straight face.

“Exactly!” Axent’s voice was even more agitated. “Our team has been working like crazy for the past ten days, three shifts a day, and what’s the result?”

The locomotive is still a work in progress, and so is Your Majesty. If you insist on holding the event as scheduled, couldn't you postpone it for two days?

"Hey!" The man chewed on a wheat cake, his voice a little louder, "If it weren't for that 'Pilgrimage Efficiency Law' that insisted on piling all the resources onto our group, we might have been able to get one done today. Look how much time we've wasted!"

Axent sneered: "Wasn't it Leonardo's lathe that gave Your Majesty confidence?"

In Axent’s view, that was exactly right. What did Saint Sun, a theologian, know about mechanics?

The success of the machine tool is Leonardo's achievement; he can build a precision lathe in a day. What does it have to do with Horn?
Did he go to university? Did he manage a workshop?

"Hey, hey, shut up!" The man quickly tugged at his sleeve and glanced around. "Be careful someone doesn't overhear!"

"So what if I heard?" Aksent muttered, but immediately lowered his voice. "The Holy Alliance is definitely going to lose face this time. I've calculated it, the motorcycle is definitely not going to make it today."

Their voices grew softer and softer until they became inaudible.

However, the conversation alone was enough. Sibangqi leaned back in his chair, unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

Sure enough, the Holy Alliance was just putting on a brave face; the motorcycles were far from fixed!
He secretly opened his eyes and saw that Axent and the man were still talking in hushed tones, so he pretended to stretch.

The two behind him immediately shut up. He slowly stood up, pretending to stretch his legs, and walked towards the butler who was not far away.

The butler was standing at the edge of the observation deck. Upon seeing him approach, he immediately bowed and asked, "What are your orders?"

Spongi glanced at Axent and lowered his voice: "Find a reliable betting platform and put all my allowance for this month on Motorcycle Never Comes."

"what?"

"What? Hurry up and go!"

Returning to his seat, Spongi glanced at the clock; it was almost time.

Just then, the crowd suddenly fell silent.

Following the gaze of the crowd, a young man wearing a golden olive crown walked up from the other side of the viewing platform.

"Ten thousand votes for the Pope!" "Yes, we love you too!"

Needless to say, given Horn's reputation, countless hands immediately reached out from the crowd when he appeared.

However, today there are not only believers from the Holy Alliance, but also quite a few tourists from other places.

Despite the overwhelming cheers, they still questioned, "Your Majesty, where's the motorcycle? We want to see the motorcycle!"

"Yes, we won't leave until we see the clockwork locomotive today."

Faced with the criticism from the crowd, Horn chuckled softly instead.

He walked to the center of the observation deck, bowed to the crowd, and then spoke.

"Thank you all for attending the Holy Union World Expo. It is my honor to have you all here."

I know you all want to see the bet between the horse and the motorcycle, but before that, please allow me to thank a few people first.

They are Master Leonardo, every dwarf craftsman who stayed up all night to work, and all the workers who contributed to the reconstruction of the locomotive.

Without them, there would be no clockwork locomotive today.

The believers in the audience immediately started clapping as if by reflex, the applause echoing from one end of the observation deck to the other.

This did not suppress the shouts of "I want to see motorcycles" from the crowd, but the situation changed the next second.

With a smile, Horn raised his hand and made a forward gesture.

Just then, a sharp horn blared from nowhere, silencing all the noise.

"Beep-beep-"

The metallic scraping sound was so sharp it sounded like a banshee's wail, causing many people to instinctively cover their ears.

Sibangqi was startled by the sound, but he immediately looked in the direction from which it came.

Hidden in the forest, with branches swaying, a large, golden-yellow vehicle slowly emerged from behind an unseen bend in the trees.

The car body gleamed, the huge gears were exposed to the sunlight, and the spring chamber at the front of the car shone coldly in the sunlight.

Without a doubt, this is the "Hand of the Holy Father" series of wind-up locomotives mentioned in the newspaper!
The locomotive was moving along the tracks, making a "clattering" sound, getting closer and closer.

His pupils slowly dilated, and Si Bangqi's mouth opened involuntarily, immediately silencing the previously clamorous discussions around him.

Damn it, my allowance!

Behind him, Axent was even more out of control, springing up from his seat like a spring and staring blankly down.

They actually built it? They actually managed to build a wind-up locomotive in just ten days!

That's impossible; his calculations couldn't possibly be wrong.

At this moment, the screams in the crowd turned into exclamations: "It's a motorcycle! It really is a motorcycle!"

"My God! It actually worked!"

Those who were just shouting "It's a lie!" were now completely stunned.

Those who had previously shouted that "motorcycles are a scam" immediately shrank back into the crowd.

But when they retreated to the very end, they bumped into something hard.

Reaching out to touch it, oh, it was the Cheka's hard chest.

Looking up, I saw Cheka's hearty smile.

"what--"

Standing up, Sibangqi strode to the edge of the observation deck, his fingers gripping the railing tightly.

The motorcycle drew closer, its white front bearing the words "Hand of the Father No. 5".

The drive shaft was spinning so fast that the sound of gears meshing could be faintly heard. This motorcycle looked even more sturdy than he had imagined!
Most importantly, behind the carriage of that clockwork locomotive were nine other clockwork locomotives!
"How could this be..." he muttered to himself, the schadenfreude in his heart long gone.

They actually managed to produce 10 out of 10 days, let alone 15 in 10 days!

As for where the other five cars went, just look at Axent's blank and flushed face to find out.

The locomotive slowly came to a stop in the middle of the tracks, the spring in the engine stopped turning, and the whistle stopped.

As if by unspoken agreement, everyone present fell silent, staring in a daze at the enormous creature.

Looking at the crowd, Horn smiled faintly: "Everyone, this is the Holy Alliance's answer."

(End of this chapter)