Industrial Cthulhu, starting from the island lord

Chapter 486 Transfer to the Trial Court
monster?

Hughes couldn't help but turn his head to look at the armored train on the side.

Due to the need for large-scale transportation and clearing away obstructions, the steam engine mounted on the front of the vehicle was very powerful. For such a relatively primitive machine, high power also meant a large size.

In addition, the outer armor is quite thick, and multiple fire platforms are set on the top of the front of the vehicle, making the whole vehicle look enormous.

The vehicles were also fitted with shovels to push aside obstructions and deal with the spikes of wild animals. The expeditionary force also made some minor modifications and graffiti in their spare time, such as shark teeth on the airships. For some reason, this paint job was favored by most people.

So the whole car really does look somewhat ferocious.

No, it was actually quite grotesque. The prince looked at the dark cannon muzzle on the roof of the car and instinctively felt a chill run down his spine.

But Hughes clearly didn't feel that way. He circled the locomotive a few times, puzzled, and said, "What an industrially beautiful train! Look at the texture of the steel, look at the smooth lines. How can you call this a monster?"

Hunter:
prince:.
Prince: "Anyway, what's the situation with the resistance forces?"

Hunter thought for a moment and replied seriously, "They should be in good condition. Viscount Frey's attack was just for show. He needs the resistance to exist so that he can have a legitimate reason to stay in the Earl of Bazel's territory."

"Although such an attack is not easy for the resistance forces either."

The prince glanced at the clerk beside him, and after seeing that she had recorded everything, he continued to ask, "Where is Nora? Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Nora, I wasn't referring to you, but to the big Nora."

Nora glared at him but didn't say anything.

The situation in the North was of great importance, so Nora was naturally there as well. However, to be honest, she was more concerned about the expeditionary force than her partner.

Nora's thinking is very simple: the living are people, and the dead are flesh. Although her other half, Nora, shouldn't be considered dead, to Nora it's just a piece of flesh that can move.

Anyway, we can't take it back.

If the severed limbs could be reattached, she would like to have six hands. Nora was quite envious of Nini writing reports with six hands all day long.

As for the tail, forget it. That thing doesn't look very convenient and looks like it would easily get tangled. Nora thought the vase under her head was much better.

But Gwen and the resistance fighters were the people she truly cared about.

Hunter's expression turned strange.

"Nora...she seems to have disappeared."

The prince frowned: "It's either there or it isn't. What do you mean by 'seems like'? Does that mean she's been staying in the castle the whole time?"

"No, quite the opposite. In one of her previous sieges, she scattered the allied forces and then, instead of retreating back to the castle, charged outwards, cut through the allied forces, and left."

The prince and Hughes were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, and Hughes turned to look at Kyle, who was in charge of escorting the goods.

"Are the allied forces that weak?"

Kyle thought about it carefully: "Pretty weak."

Hunter's eye twitched, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

He wanted to say that the allied forces were not weak; they could be considered one of the top armies in the entire North, especially since they were meant to deal with Bazel.

Even if they only sent some soldiers to pretend to attack Sladedinburgh, they still managed to overwhelm the resistance forces.

But the Allied forces have already turned into a pile of minced meat; who would believe him if he said that?

So he simply said, somewhat hesitantly, "Sometimes Nora would come back to fight. Once, during a siege, the resistance was almost at its breaking point, and Nora somehow returned to the battlefield. She appeared behind the allied forces. That was the battle in which the allied forces suffered the greatest casualties." That was quite interesting.

"You mean Nora isn't in Sladedinburgh right now, but occasionally appears on the battlefield? Aren't you an army? You couldn't stop her? Are you that weak?"

Hunter opened his mouth, but finally gave up: "We can't stop her. Her strength and endurance are terrifying, and she has no weaknesses. She's not afraid of being shot at all."

All eyes turned to Nora.

"Nora, you're so strong!"

"Wait, Nora isn't strong. Nora is strong; Nora is just Nora's weakness." Monica put her hands on her hips and playfully patted Nora's head. "It's okay. Even though you've lost your body, Nora has no weakness either~"

Without thinking, Nora bit the outstretched hand.

Hughes waved for Ash to half-lift each of the two who had started fighting outside, then looked Hunter up and down: "Are you a nobleman?"

"Yes, my father is."

"Then you should have a detailed map of the North, right?"

“Uh, yes, I do.” Hunter nodded quickly. “But those are all in my carriage, they might not survive, but I can draw them! I’ve been around Sladeington for a long time, I know the area well!”

Seeing Hughes's unfriendly expression, Hunter quickly changed his tune. He was starting to feel that something was wrong; the two people in front of him didn't seem to care much about his noble status.

He was just a bit slow-witted, not stupid, so he could vaguely sense the attitudes of the two people.

They didn't talk about bloodlines or lineage, didn't even glance at his crest, let alone mention ransom.

But aside from his noble status, what else is there for him to be praised for?

Hunter shuddered. He was just a scholar who knew nothing but studying. He had no ability to manage his territory, nor was he good at interpersonal communication. He also knew little about astrology, history, poetry, and other things popular among nobles. As for manufacturing machinery, he was indeed very good at it, but did the other side need those things?

The thought of those bullets falling from the sky sent chills down his spine; the catapults he had built seemed like a joke in the face of such weapons.

Damn it, I should have learned alchemy. Studying mechanics is a dead end!

Hunter couldn't help but think in despair.

Hughes had basically finished interrogating Hunter and had a general understanding of the situation in the North. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly paused.

"I remember you were a scholar?"

"Yes! I apprenticed under Master Siegfried Bell, and learned, uh, mechanical technology."

Hunter's voice lowered.

But the young lord's eyes lit up, and he whispered to his assistant beside him.

Hunter felt a glimmer of hope again; could it be that this lord possessed some knowledge of mechanical technology?
"Transfer it to the courtroom."

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in Hunter's heart shattered instantly, like a glass cup falling to the ground.

The courtroom sounded terrifying; Hunter already pictured himself being burned at the stake.

(End of this chapter)