Come and connect with me!

Such a professor has been around for a long, long time, so long that he has become a part of Pascal's life, and is engraved in the depths of his soul, along with this small village built of discarded parts and scavenged materials.

Looking at these ignorant new lives, there seemed to be something hot jumping inside Pascal's cold mechanical body.

For the sake of this small village, Pascal can defeat all external enemies. He also believes that human philosophy books are hard-earned and must be precious and good things. Sharing these good and precious things with children must be the right and beautiful thing.

It is so certain, no, it is so convinced.

"...next time we'll talk about Hegel..."

Before it finished its words, a little robot that had skipped class came running over, jumping up and down.

"Uncle Pascal, three strange men came from outside the village, and they said they knew you!"

This little guy has a bright red bow on his head. He is a naughty boy who always runs around restlessly. Pascal has no way to ask him to listen to the class obediently.

"Weirds? Are they the resistance fighters?"

Although an agreement has been reached with the androids, not everyone comes every day. Although the androids think they have no emotions, self-deception is obviously not unique to humans. Even if everyone knows that they fight with robots while trading with them, they will not come openly, but will cover their bodies with cloth and come stealthily, throwing a note like an underground meeting, and then agreeing on a time to come and hand over. There are very few so-called "weirdos" that can be discovered by the little robots.

"No. They are people I've never seen before. One is white and wears a white hat. One is black and has two red antennas on his head. The other has black eyes..."

The little robot's eyes flickered as it tried hard to describe the visitor's appearance.

Pascal had no expectations for its language skills and simply walked towards the village entrance.

There are not many robots on the road. The robots that come here are all like-minded partners. One of the manifestations of their non-contention is staying at home. They will appear when they are wanted, otherwise they will not be seen at other times.

In the open area outside the village entrance, Wuming felt very novel, as if he had walked into a wonderful story.

Every blade of grass and every tree here is extremely familiar yet somehow real. In the dense trees there are mechanical creatures of various sizes, with two round holes on their heads that flash green light as eyes. After informing them of their purpose, several small robots also watched from a distance, keeping a distance that allows them to run away in case of a conflict.

"Didn't they say that when 2B and the others came, the whole village lined the streets to welcome them?"

Enterprise felt the vague state of alert in Pascal Village and was puzzled.

"It's different. At that time, it was the village chief who invited them, and the whole village surrendered and raised the white flag. How could it be considered a welcoming party?"

Wuming looked at these robots and had the illusion that human civilization was not far away. They had all kinds of ornaments wrapped around their heads, or painted colors or patterns on their mechanical bodies, trying their best to distinguish themselves from others. It was impossible to tell that these iron guys were acting under the same collective will many years ago.

Some robots have various books in their hands, which are generally plainly packaged books. They do not look like the originals from the human world, but more like the results of reprints by later generations.

If you think about it carefully, if this continues for many years, we might actually become humans in mechanical skin.

"Hello, I'm Pascal, the village chief here. You said you're my acquaintance? But there's no record of you in my memory bank?"

Pascal arrived at the entrance of the village, and scanned everyone with his green eyes like searchlights, but he had no impression at all, so he asked in the tone of Mantouka and Kyubey.

This time they were not communicating across the plane, but face to face with him. Wuming then discovered that Pascal was not short at all. He was about two meters tall, wide on top and narrow on the bottom, a robot with a pirate style.

"We talked through the machine yesterday. Have you forgotten, Pascal?"

Wuming gave Enterprise a look, and vague ripples appeared behind Enterprise. The black reconnaissance plane appeared again, hovering in the air.

Pascal's green eye lights flashed, and he stared at Wuming for a while. The Red Spider plane with Optimus Prime's voice in his memory gradually overlapped with his current image.

"Oh, yes, it's you, what do you want to do?"

Thinking back to the speed and size of the plane, Pascal decisively backed down. He was a pacifist to begin with, and except for matters involving the robot children, he seemed to be easy to bully.

"You are so weak. Do you still want to protect your village?"

Frederick the Great said expressionlessly, she despised weakness and compromise, and knew very well that these would not bring the desired results. Seeing Pascal being so cowardly at every turn, she did not hide her disdain.

"Wow, it's wrong to hurt others. Fighting will only lead to worse consequences..."

Pascal spoke in a soft voice, but the green eyes that symbolized its will looked at her without dodging. Unlike its dull appearance, this village built by it has been more than a hundred years old. Even longer ago, when it was still connected to the mechanical network, it participated in a long war, so long that even the iron heart of the robot felt exhausted. It had long understood that not everything can be obtained by force.

"oh………"

Frederick the Great grinned, and when he looked at Wuming, his eyes, like warm topaz, were stimulated by Pascal's words, and the cold dark gold color reappeared in her eyes, like gold melting in a raging fire.

"How interesting! Maybe I should take off your tin head and let you see with your own eyes how the scrap metal you cherish turns to ashes in the flames. I'm really looking forward to the look in your eyes then. I'm sure it will please me more than it does now!"

Frederick the Great sneered. There was no mercy or kindness in her heart. She left her doting and soft side to Wuming, and all that was revealed was the coldness beneath her conventional smile.

"Ahem, how about being a little more restrained, dear? Honestly, I quite like it when I play games. Just think of it as for me..."

Wuming glanced at the sneering Frederick the Great, knowing that this was no joke. His dear iron-blooded wife's every word and action revealed her indifference and alienation towards the whole world. She always wore clothes in villain colors, smiled like a villain, and had no equality and freedom in her mind. He still hadn't forgotten what was said in the cafeteria that time, that is, he was too lazy to write the article about hegemony, otherwise Poland would be gone now.

"Well, I won't make my dear angry about this iron thing."

She looked past Pascal and towards the village behind him. It was filled with old, weak and sick people, which made her lose interest in taking action. She certainly didn't want to do any unnecessary killing, but this kind of tentative battle was bound to happen, it was only a matter of sooner or later.

The combat effectiveness of the robot will affect everyone's evaluation of this world, and will also be linked to Wuming's experience acquisition rate. Although Wuming rarely talks about leveling up, she can't hide this from her. Since Wuming wants to upgrade her experience points, she has a reason to take action when facing this group of wild monsters.

"Eh? Um, thank you."

Pascal looked at Frederick the Great, who had lost his will to fight in an instant. He had no idea why and could only attribute it to Wuming's persuasion.

"Nothing much. Oh, by the way, I came to see you because I wanted to take a walk around your village. Is that okay with you?"

Pascal was startled, then looked at the silent reconnaissance plane in the sky, and said weakly, "Don't hurt the children..."

Chapter 45: Drink More

Mirror sea.

In the palace, the sound of the boat still echoed.

"Well, are these words difficult for you to understand? Then I will correct it next time."

The observer spoke in a seemingly serious tone, using a standard customer service tone similar to "next time for sure."

Little Zeppelin puffed his cheeks, annoyed by her attitude, but just like the heroes always triumph over their enemies, the villains will surely come back and be annoying.

And the Sirens have never had the concept of failure. Almost all the technology in this world comes from the Sirens. Although they have taken away 90% of the oceans, the remaining offshore areas remain unchanged, making the entire human world in a tense state, but barely maintaining normal order. Scientists are constantly upgrading technology, and the Rubik's Cube ships can occasionally gain some tactical victories in the waters controlled by the Sirens. In order to defend the fruits of victory, they have to invest combat power and fight with the Sirens. Weak ships will be harmed or even destroyed by the creations controlled by the Sirens, and only the strong ships will survive.

At this time, Siren will increase the difficulty, forcing the ship to continue to become stronger, and throw out some technology from time to time...

Over and over again, this world, no, countless worlds controlled by the Sirens are lured forward by the carrot hanging in front of them, unwillingly becoming a stupid donkey.

Even though the observer is now facing a ship with far superior performance to this sub-body, he did not make much move. The shell is only external. As long as the memory module is still functioning, it is just an account that is gone. As long as the server is still there, it will be no problem to have as many staff accounts as needed. As long as the main brain is still there, it will be no problem to have as many servers as needed.

This failure was just a small PK defeat for Siren as a playr, so naturally there was no sense of tension.

"Next time? I heard from the Royal that you called the Observer, right? Do you think you can escape?"

Prince Eugen glanced at the autistic Count Zeppelin, then looked at the observer who still looked nonchalant. Thoughts ran through her mind. The current situation had completely exceeded her plan and had become a mess. The Frederick the Great, whom she most wanted to contact, seemed to have a different plan for a decisive battle from her own.

"I probably can't leave, so I'm very curious about how you treat me. After all, I'm just a weak and helpless scientific researcher."

The observer spread his hands, looking indifferent.

"Well... Sister Befa, if we catch her, the commander will be very happy..."

Little Zeppelin quietly returned to the head maid and pulled at her skirt.

Belfast's eyes flickered, but he still shook his head.

The sirens are not harmless things. They regard the whole world as a testing ground, secretly manipulating all factions to restore the history of a certain world. Why bring such things to the port? There is no shortage of white-haired monsters here.

Moreover, the ever-changing settings are also the biggest enemy of the marriage ship. Any kind of play can be played out. An observer is enough, so what is the need for her?

As for the commander? Of course he was happy. He thought about catching sirens every day. How could he not be happy if he got one?

Then after they were caught, all the wedding ships were laid off at lightning speed on the first day they arrived at the port?

Novel 9

This child is still too sweet.

"She must be eliminated. There is no benefit in her staying."

Little Zeppelin always felt that the head maid's words were a bit insincere, but she didn't think the observer was that smart. Since Sister Befa thought it was not good, then forget it.

Prince Eugen glanced at little Zeppelin. They didn't hide their conversation, so she could hear it.

The commander of this port is that human? He still wants Siren? Is his method so wild?

But the existence of this small boat is indeed suspicious. She said she was born in the port area...

She suddenly thought of a terrible possibility, and cold sweat instantly slid down her cheeks.

Wow, this looks like a miniature version of Count Zeppelin, could it be her child?

Prince Eugen's face turned pale when she thought of this. She felt that she could understand why Count Zeppelin looked so bad. So there was another Count Zeppelin in this port area?

Wait, does he still want Siren...

This port area, no, this place is simply a devil’s den!

Maybe it would be better to run away while that person is not around...

Prince Eugen was sweating profusely, but he was also calmly considering what the existence of this strange port area could bring to Iron Blood.

She was skeptical of Belfast's words. If this was not the work of the royal family, then where did a port come from? Building a functioning offshore port from scratch would definitely consume a lot of resources. In addition, the transportation of construction personnel and the construction location also needed to be considered and calculated. Even a large enterprise could not fill such a big hole.

With insufficient information, Prince Eugen knew that no matter how much he thought, it would be useless, and the involvement of the White Eagle ship Reno made the whole thing more complicated... Of course, the ship claiming to be Frederick the Great made the matter complicated enough from the beginning.

The palace was narrow and not suitable for aircraft carriers to operate. Belfast lowered his eyes, raised his clothes with both hands facing the observer, bent down and saluted slightly sideways.

"Excuse me, Miss Observer."

She raised her head, put her hand under the hem of her skirt, and clasped three table knives between her five fingers.

A cluster of cold light flashed, and the palace seemed to be bright for a moment, and the observer sighed in vain.

"It seems that I can't escape after all. See you next time, little sister Zhenshou."

She calmly closed her eyes, tilted her head, and stopped moving.

There were three knife handles on her forehead, neck, and heart. The head maid glanced above her head and found that the red hostile icon was gradually disappearing, indicating that she was indeed dead.

Originally, I just wanted to stab him in the heart, but when I thought of a guy who could still laugh with his head even after his head was cut off, I decided to give him two more stabs.

Siren's body seemed to have some special mechanism. In just a few breaths, the observer and her creations quickly weathered away, leaving nothing behind.

"It's like this again. Humanoid sirens are really troublesome... Well, it looks like everything is over."

Prince Eugen looked at the three table knives that fell on the floor and muttered to himself.

Just like the Sirens that we occasionally encountered before, we either couldn’t defeat them or couldn’t catch up with them. It seemed that even if we killed them, we wouldn’t be able to leave anything behind.

"We have cleared the pests from the garden. Miss Prince Eugen and Miss Countess Zeppelin, would you like to come and sit down with us? Although it took some time to deal with Miss Observer, fortunately it is not difficult to deal with. The tea is still hot."

Belfast snapped his fingers, clearing the marks from the floor.

"Even now, do you still consider us guests?"

Prince Eugen walked to the round dining table, picked up a biscuit and threw it into his mouth.

"Yes, it depends on your attitude. I believe there is no conflict of interest between our port area and you."

The head maid said with a smile.

"Maybe."

Prince Eugen responded indifferently, and suddenly she heard light footsteps. Without turning around, she knew it must be Count Zeppelin.

"Then can you represent the wishes of this port area?"

Count Zeppelin stood in front of the dining table, his arms folded across his chest, and spoke indifferently.

"Yes, the maid is the master's mouthpiece, and this is what the master said when he left."

The head maid crossed her arms and held down the hem of her skirt below her waist, with an unchanged smile on her face, always maintaining the posture of a perfect maid.

She paused, looked at the two of them and saw that they really had no appetite, and spoke in an earnest tone.

"Perhaps this isn't a place where you can rest in peace... Well, how about you two come to the port area? Although the master is not here, it would be a bit rude for a maid to invite him, but there is still a storm outside. Although the port area is crude, it has a roof over our heads and can allow guests to rest for a while."

Prince Eugen opened his mouth to agree, but he caught a glimpse of little Zeppelin out of the corner of his eye and felt a chill on his back. He wanted to refuse, so he gave Count Zeppelin a look.

After all, they are comrades-in-arms, so there should be some tacit understanding between us.

Count Zeppelin frowned, looking at Prince Eugen's eyes rolling around, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

"I...it's still windy and rainy outside. Do you want to come to this port area to rest for a while, huh?"

Prince Eugen was a little overwhelmed and could only turn away to avoid the gaze of the head maid. As he said this, he turned his head slightly, motioning her to look at little Zeppelin, recalling the fear of his defense being broken just now.

Count Zeppelin looked confused, not understanding what she meant at all, and threw the question back.

"What do you think?"

I feel weird!