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Chapter 35: The Ship Can Only Carry So Much (Please Read!)
Moget was the first person to join the Silver Gate.

He actually didn't care about the destruction of the Hill Empire's culture, because he knew that these people would destroy themselves sooner or later.

As a true talent granted by the gods to control the technology laboratory, Moget is well aware of his own mission. He is highly regarded by the gods and is regarded as the eternal answer. He can create a bright future and magic for his compatriots, but he can never fight against the gods.

Ultimately, Moget's thinking was simple. Everything they held was due to Lord Leon's presence, whether it was the porcelain, their homes, or even their lives. So why shouldn't they obey Lord Leon's orders completely, instead of maliciously believing they had the right to choose?
The reason he initially didn't go to the Silver Gate was simple: he was the lab's leader, the overseer of the testing area. Since the testing area hadn't been relocated, he naturally wouldn't move. As the head of scientific research, and personally designated by Leon as the master of the Black Tech Lab, Moget knew where the house was, and where it was. Even in the face of natural disasters like floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, and storms, he wouldn't leave.

In the end, it turned out that his belief was correct.

Whether it was a storm or a plague, nothing had ever happened in his sealed laboratory office building. The terrifying storm only caused the doors and windows to tremble slightly, and the plague that seemed to destroy the world was completely irrelevant to him.

Those people died, and the city hall and the laboratory began to move. He didn't even feel a movement in the house. In the blink of an eye, he became a core member of the inner circle of the Silver Gate. There was no resistance at all, and no one thought he was unworthy of the position. Like a fish into the water, he naturally integrated.

"So, what adults need is the display of our wisdom. We shouldn't do the same as ordinary workers. We should use our intelligence and wisdom to add luster to the adult world. The best thing we can do is to use our things to bring joy to adults. But please remember, colorful and fun entertainment are beautiful things for us, but we should not use our aesthetics to understand adults' thinking."

"Since adults have asked us to use our wisdom to make our lives better, then continuing to do so is the best compliment to adults. Instead of taking it upon yourself to make beautiful flowers or other beautiful things to present to adults, those are things you think are beautiful, not what adults really need."

"If you truly love it and respect it, you should do what the adults want you to do. Instead of replacing the adults' thinking with your own. This is the reason why the Hill Empire's culture was destroyed, because they were only thinking about themselves and never considered what the adults said."

“And the spirit that I can impart to everyone in this lab is this small part of understanding.”

Looking at the many excellent seeds newly born from the Silver Gate in front of him, Moget did his best to explain to them things related to wisdom, understanding and creation during the remaining time of this work.

Because the two sides had begun to fully merge, Moget, as the third Chosen One, who was essentially no less powerful than Charlemagne and Flora, could naturally choose the direction of his own teaching and understanding. Furthermore, while wisdom was precious, it was clearly much simpler than that of the divinely bestowed champions and wizards.

With no scientific research tasks to undertake and production lines beginning to be restructured, Moget had taken the initiative to provide intellectual enlightenment to these people. This was also something Leon was pleased to see. Although Moget's explanation of productivity and related aspects was very abstract, it was clear that these parts would not be a problem in a theocratic society.

Humans may have different aesthetic tastes and understandings of beautiful things, but this is something humans can understand after all. And Leon's greatest entertainment is to open the Silver Gate and take a look.

And of course everyone knows that ordinary people will go completely crazy and die the moment they see what is inside the Silver Gate.

Ultimately, humanity's dedication of the beautiful things it creates is solely for its own benefit. Feeling that their offerings please the gods brings immense self-satisfaction and comfort. But do the gods truly find pleasure in these trivial things?
A group of ants surrounding a flame and calling out a person's name is certainly something that is worthy of curiosity and attention, but ants bringing dead cockroaches and bedbugs as tributes to the bed is obviously terrifying and screaming. However, if these ants can help to get money or get something that is clearly within their instructions, then that is something that will truly make people happy.

By putting himself in others' shoes, Moget worked out a set of cultural precepts that were effective in the Silver Gate culture.

They will unconditionally execute Leon's instructions and ideas at any time, and have no interest in other so-called tributes and sacrifices.

This kind of thinking and logic led many people from the Silver Gate to start working and taking targeted actions around them. For example, taking the shipbuilding that had just begun, these people began to try their own way to make up for the many areas on the Saint that the island couldn't currently repair.

The blueprints for the Saint were now displayed in Moget's room, consisting of hundreds of different images and labeled schematics. Because it was a Britannia ship, the Silver Gate staff quickly translated and interpreted them, sending the relevant data and requirements to the shipyard. They then signaled the Lianshan Kiln to prepare for targeted forging.

Wood was easy enough. While heavy ebony wasn't ideal for a ship's carrier, it was an excellent material for a chiseled keel. Moreover, ordinary wood was plentiful within the Silver Gate Col, including some towering trees exceeding ten meters in height. Under the care of the Nameless Sect, these trees grew in a perfectly regular pattern, laid out like a field, without any distortion or grafting issues.

After these woods were pulled apart by ceramic saws, they were cut and picked by craftsmen, and then transported to the edge of the coast by water. Then, they were dragged along the edge of the coast and easily transported around the island to the imperial standard dock for further processing.

Building ships at the level of a primitive society, which was during the Renaissance or even close to the industrial age, was obviously a huge and unimaginable project.

They lacked a complete lumberyard, relying solely on the production of large quantities of blades and fixtures to carve the planks piece by piece. They also lacked a complete crane or related construction system, relying on the free-fall of timber from the drained docks, combined with sorcery to fit them into the ship's hold. Even their own ingenuity proved futile in some crucial areas, forcing them to resort to more powerful sorcery and the various devices developed by Mogate. Meanwhile, the Saint's magical core, the figurehead, had been placed within the Node of Resentment, destructively absorbing its magical energy in order to rapidly complete the ship's overall layout and development. They lacked the space for incremental repairs, and many details remained uncertain, but since the blueprints stated so, they proceeded accordingly. After all, they had no other options left. Besides building the Saint and sailing the oceans to fight monsters, they had no other options to confront Britannia's warships.

At least, the presence of the Nature Spirits could instill fear in Britannia's warships. They weren't sure what the world within the mists looked like, so at least there was some room for negotiation. Six months to confront the entire Royal Fleet was far too much for the current colonies.

There isn't even an iron mine in this damn place. Although everyone has united as one, the remaining two months are a death sentence, and we must build the ship quickly.

The really terrible thing is that they are human beings, not machines controlled by Leon, and they still have to live while the ship is being built.

During construction, normal planting and production cycles were naturally essential. Human waste was collectively discharged into the bay, becoming food for fish and a haven for algae. Every day, along the shoreline, magical fish could be seen rapidly growing and multiplying, nibbling at the algae.

Some of the food was used to fertilize the fields. After being forced to grow, the plants carried by the storm were mostly found to be various ingredients. While the taste wasn't particularly outstanding, and some could even be considered unpalatable, it provided countless options for everyone's dinner plates.

Among those seeds was even a flourwood seed that had been cultivated by Britannia.

This is a very unique self-growing natural plant. After hundreds of generations of cultivation and reproduction in Britannia, it has become a unique tree that can spontaneously grow, reproduce and produce flour.

Even without any magic or fertilizer, it takes only a month to grow to adult size, presenting a bamboo-like structure. However, the interior is not hollow or knotty, but instead consists of a series of floury areas. The plant flour growing inside tastes quite unpleasant, but the quantity is absolutely unimaginably large.

Even in many colonies, the staple food of most civilians was plant flour. While there were many other high-yield crop options, this one was extremely cost-effective. Besides being unpalatable, it only produced flour. Even more terrifying, it could, to some extent, serve as a supply reserve for ocean voyages, constantly growing and reproducing during the voyage, ultimately becoming food for the people. At least in the short term, self-sustaining growth was perfectly acceptable.

As long as the people on the ship can accept that the flour is grown from their feces, there is no problem.

The pessimists who were already aware that they might face the Britannia fleet believed that the plant flour tree was the real life-saving core, because once things became particularly unfavorable, with Leon's permission, they might be able to take the Saint and the plant flour tree and dismantle those wonders into the ship for transfer.

Lianshan Kilns are currently relatively infrequent, and the Communication Sanctuary isn't a true wonder. The Hanging Gardens, the cornerstone of civilization, could be slotted right in, seemingly making it a perfect choice. This daring escapist was also chosen by Leon as the Idea King, or Moget's research assistant. They could use their wisdom and ideas to understand the current situation and attempt to resolve it.

The people of Silver Gate were certainly very powerful. After Leon had seen the many noble territories of Britannia, he could say that the people of Silver Gate could occupy a mid-level position. They were rapidly advancing the construction of the Saint with the power of mortals.

You know, most of the territories of other Britannian nobles are infested with various supernatural creatures, mysterious curses, and even the residents themselves are special monsters.

The humans of the Silver Gate, relying solely on faith and their own actions, had begun to build their environment, a truly remarkable feat. Furthermore, even knowing the imminent arrival of the Britannia fleet, they continued to work tirelessly, despite immense psychological pressure. Leon had no desire to criticize these humans who had already exhausted their efforts.

In the Britannia Empire-style dock, a large ship that is hundreds of years old is being built and formed.

The massive ship's steel sections were replaced with high-strength adamantium infused with soul stones and other minerals. Some of the nodes, requiring specialized Britannian technology, were gradually conquered by the humans of the Silver Gate using methods I've devised. Since they lacked warehouses for long-term storage, they simply converted some areas into clay fields, where they planned to plant flour trees. Some cabins, with their inexplicable design, were simply filled with a batch of newly forged replacements, ready for immediate replacement.

The humans of the Silver Gate used their wisdom, courage, and determination, and finally, one month before Britannia arrived, they built the Saint, a ship that looked colorful, strange, and even terrifying.

'System prompt: Your dock has been completed!'

'System prompt: You have obtained the battleship, the Saint (weird modification)!'

(End of this chapter)