When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1164 The Holy Mechanized Court, The City of Never-Ending Clockwork (Part 2)
Passing through the exhibition area gates guarded by the Sphinx, Angrjok nervously entered this glass-domed shopping street.

After walking a few steps, they could see the entrance to the exhibition area.

Angrok nodded slightly; the architecture at the entrance to the exhibition area was indeed somewhat interesting.

It was a semi-circular porch, about seven or eight meters high.

The entire frame is made of polished, bright gold brass, inlaid with geometric glass pieces.

A gear transmission device is wrapped around the top of the porch, the largest of which is as tall as two people.

Several polished copper blades were stuck between the teeth, and they would spin when the wind blew, causing several small gears next to them to make a "click-clack" sound.

Finally, it even managed to make the row of small clocks in the center of the porch chime on their own.

The first thing that comes into view for travelers is that they are always attracted and can't help but stop to watch, and some even sit down to enjoy the music.

However, Angrjok disagreed, believing it was merely a matter of utilizing wind power for rotation.

Any engineer could make a flange; it's just that the idea itself deserves some recognition.

"Isn't it novel?"

"reluctantly."

Seeing that Angrjok was stubborn, Baleri did not expose him, but continued to lead the two forward.

Following the crowd queuing at the fast-track entrance, the trio slowly entered the so-called exhibition area.

Squeezed through the long, sweaty queue, Angerok felt the smooth texture of his feet on the perfectly flat mortar brick floor and couldn't help but sigh.

Although he often said that the Holy Alliance was inferior to the Fran, there was one thing he had to admit: the Holy Alliance's attitude towards the common people.

Because it is a nation founded by ordinary people, and given the overall ideology of the country, the Holy Alliance is particularly eager to please the middle class and ordinary people.

Take this road under your feet, for example. It's made by layering sand, gravel, and paving bricks, then pouring mortar over it.

If it were France, they would have the same capability, but the problem is that it would be better to use it to build a garden for the Empress Dowager than to use it for road construction.

Why are a bunch of ordinary people taking such good roads?
In dealing with civilians, the Holy Alliance has indeed won.

They were treated too well, perhaps a little too well.

On this point, Angerroc actually agreed with a certain "missing" Grand Duke.

We don't need such extensive and excellent public construction; instead, we should differentiate based on social class.

Only those with money and talent can enjoy better and more excellent services; those who have no money, no talent, and don't work hard should just die.

Only in this way can we select the best of the best, just like raising horses in a horse farm, keeping only the finest and most superior bloodlines, so that the country can become strong.

Instead of crowding together without any sense of hierarchy like we do now!
Stepping through the crowded entrance, Baleri turned around and opened his arms to the other two: "Gentlemen, this is the main exhibition area of ​​the Holy Alliance World Expo, the Crystal Palace!"

Lifting his head from the sweat- and perfume-scented robes, Angrok strained to open his eyes wide and peered at the Crystal Palace before him.

It is now September 1457. The first wave of the most exciting period has passed, but some of the revelry still lingers.

Although it was only early morning, the Crystal Palace was already the first place in the Holy Mechanism Court to become lively.

The crowds surged, shoulder to shoulder, and the indoor shops were filled with machines hidden among the people.

The sunlight streaming through the glass was, for some reason, brighter than normal daylight.

The once somewhat dark streets were now brightly lit, just like the midday sun.

With the help of the sunlight, Angerok could also see the scene on the street in front of him.

Citizens and travelers dressed in shaplenti, newly rich nobles in knightly attire, monks in black silk robes, and a large number of amateur inventors dressed in stereotypical engineer outfits such as overalls...

Of course, there's also the most fashionable attire among Saint John's University students right now.

Several girls in puffy skirts walked past Angerruk. They were all hired models; they were tall and had long legs, and they looked good in anything.

That's why the Saint Alliance's clothing store hired them as live advertisements. The girls' skirts were quite interesting: black skirts with colorful embroidered trim, and they wore black stockings that only reached their knees.

Tiny metal rings are sewn onto the hem of the skirt, making a "jingling" sound when walking.

As for the neckline, there are small gear-shaped buttons to secure the cashmere scarf shawl below the collarbone.

It was merely to attract the attention of a group of vulgar people. Angrzok walked past without glancing to the side, only to find that Alexei and Baleri were staring intently at the female models who were walking by.

Are you guys coming or not?

"I'm coming."

If you continue forward, you will see even denser crowds.

Regardless of where they came from or what their background was, they were all whispering and looking around on the streets.

Most of them carried briefcases filled with banknotes and drafts that they had exchanged in advance at the Holy Alliance, and walked back and forth on the street.

Many people will grab a steaming cup of Saint Lian Coffee and stop at each stall to browse and bargain.

In front of that stall were countless novel and unseen machines.

Looking further into the distance, you'll see the largest building in the entire exhibition area.

It was a huge mechanical clock with a face made of stained glass and a ring of small, rotating figurines around the edge.

There were craftsmen, knights, and scholars carrying books.

When Angrok and his group arrived, the bell had just struck eight.

Suddenly, the little puppets started to move.

They move along fixed tracks on the clock face, and after a while, they come to a stop with a click.

The craftsman raised his arm segment by segment, wielding a small hammer to strike the clock face.

The knight raised his lance in a charging stance, while the scholar opened the book in his hand; the pages were made of thin copper sheets and could turn automatically.

The surrounding people gasped in amazement, while those who had missed it could only ask around, "What happened? What's going on?"

Alexei patted Angrzok on the shoulder: "How about it? This was made by the best watchmaker in the Holy Alliance. Even the Pope said it was good!"

Angrok stood still for a few seconds before coughing lightly and saying, "It just uses a cam and linkage transmission."

"Ok?"

Angrok pointed to the base of the doll: "There is a hidden gear set under each doll. When the clock rotates, it drives the cam, which in turn makes them move through the linkage."

As for that book, it's just a spring-loaded device, no different in essence from the automatic flipbook toys sold on the streets of France.

Upon hearing this, several people who were marveling at the scene turned to look.

Alexei's cheeks flushed slightly, a rare occurrence, and he tugged at Angrzok's arm: "Keep your voice down! It wasn't easy for them to make this..."

"What do you mean it's not easy? You can't even criticize someone for doing a mediocre job?" Having finally found an opportunity, Angrok wanted to attack.

But before he could finish speaking, Baleri nodded in agreement, saying, "Actually, this clock doesn't have much value. It could have been made several years ago. It's mainly for entertaining the public."

"Oh?" Angrok chuckled. "Then, Brother Baleri, tell me, what exactly constitutes a truly valuable invention from the Holy Alliance?"

“Weren’t you looking the whole time?” Baleri gestured with his chin. “Looking up.”

After glancing at the suspended glass, Angrok instinctively prepared to move towards the eaves of the commercial street.

He had only taken one step when he realized what was happening, and the smile on his face stiffened slightly: "What do you mean, Brother Baleri?"

"What?" Baleri seemed oblivious to Angrok's embarrassment. "That steel-framed glass dome, that's what you call truly valuable!"

(End of this chapter)