When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1241 The Meeting of the Tripartite Alliance

Since the Ether Clock was invented, the Starforged Gear has been slowly disappearing from Horn's sight.

Upon reflection, he realized he had indeed forgotten about the energy source of this area.

After the advent of the Ether Clock, the Holy Order was completely freed from its dependence on the Starforged Gear.

Currently, factories are simply using star-cast gears out of inertia, but in fact, they can already be replaced by clockwork mechanisms.

Then wouldn't the remaining star-forged gears themselves become a kind of mobile engine that produces energy over a long period of time?
But after careful consideration, Horn realized that something was still wrong. Could the star-forged gears support the operation of the airship for such a long time?
Unless they've mastered the technology to increase the energy density of star-cast gears?
"Could it be that you've already conquered it..."

“Yes.” A confident smile appeared on Leonardo’s face. “That’s our goal.”

"Then what are you talking about!" Horn snapped irritably. "What exactly happened?"

Leonardo chuckled awkwardly: "Your Majesty, please see, the airship's power source consists of two auxiliary propellers and one main propeller."

The main propeller is made of star-cast gears, while the auxiliary propeller uses a spring mechanism, which can greatly reduce the amount of lunar mercury carried.

In addition, we can carry a large number of star-cast gears, which can be replaced with fully charged gears when old gears fail to operate.

Hilov then added, "According to our calculations, four to six star-forged gears would be enough to support a round trip."

If we calculate it this way, the Holy Alliance has more than fifty star-forged gears, and if they allocate about thirty of them, it should be enough to support four to six airships.

If you think about it carefully, the remaining twenty star-forged gears could be used on tanks and armored vehicles.

"Is that so?" Horn nodded silently. "Alright then, you guys make a prototype first, complete a test flight over the Dragon Sleep Mountains, and then I'll have a reason to get money from Sisi."

Recently, due to the shrinking trade in spices and sugar, Horn has gradually been unable to collect taxes from Sissi.

Sisi is now like a pregnant dragon, lying on a pile of gold coins, ready to pounce on anyone who comes near.

After Leonardo left, only Sylph and Horn remained in the room.

Horn waved to Sylph, who rolled her eyes at him but still gracefully sat in his lap.

Despite his displeased expression, the wolf's tail kept brushing against Horn's thigh.

"Uh, you've gained a bit of weight lately. Have you been eating too much?"

The once-soft wolf tail immediately bristled with a layer of fluffy fur, but Shilov still smiled: "Maybe the wind-up prosthetic leg is too heavy?"

“It’s the problem with the clockwork prosthetic leg, yes, the clockwork prosthetic leg is too heavy.” Horn immediately corrected himself, “You’re so light, you’re lighter than breath.”

"Hmph." Sylph hummed, but still rested her head in Horn's arms.

Horn patted Sirof's head: "Is there any new miracle coming from the Holy Church? According to our plan, we'll probably be going into war after autumn."

"The latest miracles have already been used. At the current pace, there probably won't be any new miracles after autumn."

As the president of the Sacred Heart Church, which oversees science, industry, and education, Sylvie had a thorough understanding of these mobile reading tools.

She paused for a moment: "Currently, we have found suspicious weak points in the astral plane near Cold Spring Fortress and near Xialu City, and we estimate that the new spire will be completed in three to five years."

"The results are out so quickly?"

Horn has been following this project ever since he discovered the pattern that the gathering of monsters might indicate a weak point in the astral plane.

Sylph shifted her position, nuzzling against Horn's chest, her ears fluttering: "It's just a suspicion, two years at the fastest, one year at the slowest."

To be honest, it would have been even slower if it weren't for the difference engine.

The Church of Jesus Christ has been expanding the scale of the Difference Engine in recent years, and the Palace of Machines has a newly built palace dedicated to it, which is the Difference Engine Palace.

In addition, there is also a difference machine on the top floor of the Holy See Building, which Horn plans to use to calculate the massive allocation of resources.

It is important to understand that as the intensity of war increases, the one who allocates resources more rationally will, to a certain extent, determine the outcome of the war.

Horn's administrative headquarters was even set up to some extent for the Difference Engine of the Holy See.

However, the current difference machine is still too large, and it must be within the Holy Mechanism Court; otherwise, one machine per county would be perfect.

"Speaking of the Difference Engine, I heard that the Brass Discipline Bureau is working on some kind of humanoid Difference Angel Heart?" After the Brass Discipline Bureau was established, a bunch of vampires and members of the Secret Order of Balance immediately fell for it as soon as they saw the recruitment criteria.

Not only are there no restrictions on the three things, but knowing blood magic will also give you extra points, so why not go?
Seeing this group of people gathered together always gave Horn a bit of a creep.

When the extremists of vampires and the extremists of human extremism come together, how can things possibly turn out well?
“Yes.” Sylph’s face showed a look of disgust. “They plan to dig out the heart of an angel from the cellar as the base for blood magic, and then fuse the angel heart with the difference machine.”

By using a method similar to the magical transformation of a clockwork mechanism, a difference machine can be created, possessing its own intelligence and thought, and capable of handling massive amounts of data.

What the heck? Is there a machine crisis?

A chill ran down his spine, and he immediately blurted out, "You approved it?"

“Of course not. Although it’s worth considering, it’s too dangerous unless they can completely control it…” Shilov’s voice trailed off at this point, “Besides, our child isn’t born yet, so we have to keep it.”

At this point, Horn fell silent.

The angelic tear candles in the trench seem to have their own consciousness. Last time, he burned almost half of one of the tear candles, but the angel still didn't come.

So the only thing he can use right now is the angel who came to assassinate him last time, who's in that dungeon.

To be honest, this angel has become much more obedient since then, and sometimes even cooperates with their work.

As for the true nature of this angel, Horn could only say that the Brass Discipline Bureau was far inferior to Myrcella herself.

This is an artificial human, or rather, a variant of humanity, whose body contains an organ specifically for receiving ether.

The reason Leonardo DiCaprio and others were able to design the tuning receiver for the ether clock so quickly was because they imitated the body structure of angels.

Horn even had a vague feeling that the angel might actually be an elf.
Otherwise, how could there be organs and structures that are so similar to yet so different from those of humans?
But just as Horn was deep in thought, he heard a slightly mournful voice.

"We've been trying to conceive for so long, why is there still no sign of pregnancy?"

Horn broke out in a cold sweat under Sylph's scrutinizing gaze.

If a couple has no children despite being in a monogamous relationship, people might suspect that one of the husbands or wives has a problem.

But if a husband marries four wives, and none of the four wives get pregnant, then it's hard to say who has the problem.

"The question about that angel..."

"We'll talk about the angel issue later. Let's talk about your problem. Would you like to do another test?"

"The Pope goes for urological checkups every day, how does that make the Holy Alliance look bad?"

“Your ability to give birth to a child is the greatest wish of the Holy Alliance.” Shilov looked earnestly into Horn’s eyes. “Otherwise, if anything happens to you, even if you are injured, the Holy Alliance will probably be in the midst of a political storm.”

How much turmoil could a false rumor cause before having children?
"Things like being knocked away in the Battle of Pavia, and your previous personal campaign with the throne, can no longer happen."

“I know, I know,” Horn replied helplessly. “I do want to try to conceive, but the first thing is to abstain from sex. It’s unrealistic to rely on quantity to increase the probability; otherwise, it’s all for naught.”

Hilov slapped Horn: "Why are you shouting so loudly? You're going to meet in Xialucheng this time, and you'll be away for a month."

"When you come back, we'll test the results of your abstinence and see how effective it is."

At this point, Sylvie looked Horn up and down: "You don't really have an affair with Charlie, do you? I heard he's bisexual."

“Even if he were, I wouldn’t cooperate,” Horn exclaimed in alarm. “Besides, Jeanne is still there!”

"Hmph." Sylph snorted again, stood up, and was about to leave.

But just as Horn felt the warmth emanating from his embrace, he also felt a faint fragrance wafting towards him.

It turned out that it was Sylph who had just turned around, who hugged Horn tightly once again.

"Will the royal court really come after autumn?"

Stroking Sylph's soft, long hair, Horn gave her a warm kiss on the top of her head: "They will definitely come, and we will definitely defeat them and build the Holy Alliance's earthly kingdom."

(End of this chapter)