I Like This Dream!

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Abraham, the royal astrologer, slowly sat back in his seat and began to wipe his monocle.

The most powerful prophecy person in Armenan is already very old. His beard has been dragged down to his chest, his eyes have become dim, and he may no longer be able to see the secrets of the future from the star trails in a few years. But even so, he is still the most trusted prophet of the royal family.

"Hello, Mr. Abraham."

The sudden sound interrupted the astrologer's leisure time. His hand slipped and the lens fell out of his hand. Abraham was in his astrological tower. When an outsider came in, no servant came to report it. This kind of dereliction of duty was enough to get everyone on duty today hanged.

The man standing at the door picked up the lens that had rolled all the way to his feet, walked over considerately, and handed it to the old astrologer. The old man took the lens and put it on his eye socket, and then he saw the face of the uninvited guest clearly.

The black-haired and black-eyed priest was smiling kindly, perhaps because he looked very pleasing to the eye. For the first time, the old man did not call someone immediately, but frowned and asked: "Who are you?"

"I am Noah, Mr. Abraham." The priest smiled without saluting, "I came here today to ask you to do me a favor."

As an astrologer who was greeted respectfully by the nobles when he saw him, Abraham was certainly not a kind person who would provide help casually, not to mention that the people who came to ask for help were people from the church. He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he said it, it somehow turned into: "What's the deal?"

"Please divine my fate." The priest said lightly, as if his request was just a matter of effort.

"Absurd!" cried the astrologer, "Tomorrow I will make a prediction for His Majesty the King, how could I waste this opportunity on you?"

After all, those who predict supernatural powers are not the prophets in legendary stories. Although predictions are accurate, they also have limitations. Except for intuitions related to one's own safety, all predictions can only be made once a month. The more extensive the prediction is and the more serious the consequences, the longer it will be before the next prediction can be made. Abraham could only make predictions about the fate of the country once a year. This was the result of his powerful powers.

"Please prophesy for me," the priest repeated.

"Impossible! I..."

"Prophecy for me."

"this……"

"Prophecy for me, Abraham Mullen, a seventy-two-year-old royal astrologer, a person with prophecy powers born in Urburg, if you still have faith in your heart, prophesy for me." The priest said in a sermon-like tone, yet still tough. The voice said, "In the name of Noah, God's beloved son."

Abraham's wrinkled face wrinkled into a ball, and he opened and closed his mouth, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle. Soon, probably because he had no premonition of approaching death, he slowly relaxed and walked tremblingly to the window.

His cloudy eyes trembled in their sockets, faster and faster, and finally like a double image, the dark eyes swallowed up the entire eyeball. Countless points of light lit up in the astrologer's eyes, just like the starry sky he was staring at.

"My body made of heaven's spokesman and golden blood, the gods have given you great favor..." He said hoarsely, "To stop the blood of gods from flowing, the earth must be flooded with human blood; no one can do it on the days of the full moon. Make you bleed, fellow sharks devour each other, and the gods will eventually change their names... Goo!"

The astrologer swayed and slid to the floor, dazed, holding on to the wall. Noah recited those prophecies thoughtfully silently, and after a while, he showed a strange smile.

"Sure enough," he said.

Abraham gasped and regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes that had turned cloudy again in confusion, as if he couldn't figure out why he did this.

"Please don't worry, Mr. Abraham." Noah said empathetically, "Don't you keep people from watching when you prophesy? Then, please tell His Majesty the King this..."

The next words were lowered in a low voice, and except for the two people at the top of the tower, no third person knew.

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This year, there are only two pieces of news that are known to all of Amonan. One is the victory of Wengaluo Defense Line, and the other is that the queen who has been lingering on the bed till now finally breathed her last.

The fact that the plague was cured at the Theban defenses did not spread far. People in distant places sneered at such rumors, thinking that bragging should be drafted: The plague in the White House was discovered in its infancy? Haha, it’s possible that the person in the robe who wins the jackpot is sick! The plague has been isolated in a high wall without purification, and less than a hundred people died before it could be cured? If you want to use it to embellish the achievements of God's favored ones, make up a bigger number!

Even in areas where the plague is believed to have occurred, the most widely circulated rumor is that the gods received divine instructions and used divine methods to cure the sick. The second version is that under the guidance of God, the beloved found the saint hiding in the mountains who was mistaken for a wizard. They say that the saint touched the patient's head and the patient recovered without taking the medicine.

Alva did use supernatural powers to cure the plague, but those who had personally encountered him would definitely shake their heads and tell them that the chief medical officer's treatment was not that gentle.

Alva's superpower cannot directly create anything.

"After preparing the materials and determining all the conditions in the experiment, I can directly 'predict' the results about one percent of the experimental process." Alva said, "Although it may be the same as in real operations because of thinking. A few errors and omissions resulted in failure, but it was much more convenient and saved a lot of time and materials.”

Even An Xu, who was almost numb from shock, was also so frightened by the golden finger of this "imaginary experiment" that he couldn't even say a word. How is this just "more convenient"?

This ability can not only reduce deaths during experiments (many scientists and inventors in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, have used their own lives and the lives of their experimental products to point out the minefields on the road to scientific research to future generations), it can also allow the research and development process to be completed forcibly out of the general environment. For example, an experiment needs to provide stable alternating current, which would never be successful in this era, but as long as Alva has the concept of stable alternating current, he can use his brain instead of a generator! Whether it is extreme temperature conditions of tens of degrees below zero, high-pressure and high-heat environments that will only be created in a thousand years, or even vacuums, electron collisions... countless conditions that are not feasible for humans today, as long as Alva can understand them, he can Made in the mind.

Sound like dragon-slaying skills?

You must know one thing, that is, there are very unscientific things in this world. Ice superpowers can create low temperatures in a small area, and lightning superpowers can provide alternating current... As long as the conditions required for success are determined, finding the matching superpower is like following a map. This is like cheating by clicking on the upper branch when opening the skill tree. It is much easier to build the first machine and then let the machine make machine parts. So then ordinary people without special powers can use those devices. With Ansu providing rough theoretical knowledge and Alva materializing the theory, they can forcibly improve the world's technology for hundreds of years.

I wouldn't be surprised if he told me E=mc someday, An Xu thought dully.

But is it really necessary to get all the technology out?

Anxu himself does not know the specific formula of gunpowder, and he has never asked Alva for it yet - the other party has made it clear that he uses that as his trump card, and you are forcing him to ask for the formula even if you tell him about the properties of gunpowder before they fully trust each other. Are you going to research stronger weapons and start an arms race with you? Anxu felt that Alva was a bit like a stray cat. It was better for everyone to keep a distance and pretend to be restrained by the other party, so as to save other cats from jumping over the wall and scratching your face.

Ah, that’s too far off topic.

An Xu thought for a while and dismissed the idea of ​​creating a modern army and running into the civilized world.

Nowadays, even in Thunder Castle, which was most influenced by her, the residents' way of thinking is far away from modern society. Equipping these ancient-minded people with advanced weapons is tantamount to giving a child a laser sword, which will either hurt others or yourself. Using cheating devices to forcefully skip levels was just like the fools she had ridiculed before who built society on superpowers.

Anxu will not give them a sword that they cannot control until the day comes when they can withstand the power of the sword. Before that, if there is an enemy that cannot be resisted... wouldn't she still be there?

However, An Xu thought about it and figured out steam power first. It wouldn't be too much of a leap to enter the steam factory era, right?

"Excuse me, do you have anything else?" Alva asked impatiently, looking at the God-favored man who was stuck in the same place after asking the question, giggling so hard that his saliva was drooling.

"No!" An Xu said quickly and sneered, "I won't disturb you."

Alva kept his pen in his hand (he said he would no longer teach after teaching a class of students, but agreed to write down his knowledge and have it published as a textbook) and made a sign of favor.

Anxu once again confirmed that Alva didn't like her, but compared to those alphas who cried and howled under the doctors, he could be considered amiable to Anxu.

Alva's dislike of alphas was obvious, probably more than Jane disliked him. There were rumors that he was indeed a widower. The gossips swore that Alva had been marked and had probably given birth to a child. His taste was very confusing. He had been fucked by many people. As an alpha with a very good nose, he could... I could smell it... and then nothing happened. An Xu found out the troublemaker and kicked him to work in the fertilizer factory. I guess that person's nose would not be so good that it would affect his life now.

Jane had begged for that person because that alpha was an outstanding non-commissioned officer in the border army. Anxu said: This is not negotiable. There are as many outstanding non-commissioned officers as there are, and there is only one Alva (such a scientist). Jane walked away with a constipated look on her face.

Anxu always felt that Alva's superpowers matched perfectly with his endless desire for exploration. It was a miracle that such a scientist with a golden finger appeared in such an era.

The God's Favored One didn't know that compared to Alva getting the superpower of the imaginary experiment, it was a miracle that he met Anxu. Without this crazy girl who wandered in, the first all-powerful scientist would have died silently. His research results would have been left in the dust for many years, and nine out of ten of them would have been destroyed in many natural and man-made disasters. Until the only remaining broken notes are discovered by archaeologists, people will marvel, feel sorry for this unknown genius, and lament how many years earlier the scientific and technological civilization of this world could have started.

How can we blame outsiders for their lack of imagination about Thunder Castle? Everything happening here is too crazy, and the border army and the monastery are in cahoots with each other. They submit reports to their superiors in a tacit understanding to whitewash peace, and even communicate with each other before submitting the reports. gas. People are drawn to the vicinity of Thunder Castle, and once they get here, it's hard to leave. People who return to their hometown will suddenly find that the ground in their hometown is too dirty, the goods are too few, and the life is too inconvenient. Then, as if they have been summoned by some kind, they return to this newly prosperous city again.

People nearby yearned for it, but rulers from far away dismissed it because the rumors were too ridiculous. Only Skagg County, under the control of the Stewart family, has a new atmosphere, quietly becoming more prosperous day by day.

But Eve was not satisfied with this. As a territory adjacent to the royal capital, the influence of the nobles and the Holy See was entangled here, and even the owner of the territory could not start anew and make major reforms. Many measures that were blasphemous or infringed on the interests of the powerful could not be implemented. Eve could only promote the Thunder Castle method in her own manor, and first improve her own hard-core private army. The more she reformed and saw better results, the more constrained she felt.

In the past few years, Eve has been cautiously busy protecting herself, but now she has become a little impatient due to the new options that have emerged. The favored one who did not follow the routines gave her many new paths, each of which seemed to her to be urgent. The damn Vatican who stood like an old corpse with no resources, the damn King who only knew how to fight for power and did nothing, she cursed angrily in her heart, her respect for both of them was being exhausted day by day.

These bosses are so rubbish, can they be replaced?

Although the God's Favored One said she didn't want to be a king, Eve thought, but why did she say, "my territory" last time?

When Anxu and Alva talked, they said arrogantly that as long as they were in their own territory, they could be upright, but in fact, she had no territory at all. Fort Thunder is on the Tibes Line of Defense and is the territory of the commander of the Border Army, Jane Stewart. As for Sullivan's territory, Anxu has not been allowed to take over because she has not married and gone to the royal capital to be granted a title.

When An Xu was talking, his mind was full of building games, and he didn't expect this at all. The speaker has no intention of listening, but in the spring of the next year, the housekeeper Flora excitedly told Anxu that with the help of the Stewart family, Anxu could return to Abery City to get his things back.