When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#195 - The Mechanical Palace is so beautiful. Let’s take a look at the town in the distance.

"Ten days from now?"

Pushing Shiloh out of the spire, Horn was still pondering.

According to Shiloh, this substance called aether is invisible and intangible, existing only in the astral plane.

One of the main reasons for building it on Autumn Dusk Island is that it meets all the conditions and is sufficiently hidden, but how many other places can do that?

Horn was quite confident about the application of star-forged gears. Not to mention the complex ways of combining mithril clockwork and star-forged gears, even having the Blessed ones crank them by hand would be more efficient than many animal or water-powered methods.

Speaking of which, Horn remembered the clicking sound he had heard earlier. After finding Shiloh, that annoying sound had inexplicably disappeared.

"Shiloh, do you have anything on you or in the palace that could be making a clicking sound?"

"No," Shiloh pulled her tail in front of her and began combing the fur with a small comb. "What clicking sound?"

"You haven't heard it?"

Lowering her head, Shiloh continued to comb her fur: "No."

How strange. Could it be that I'm really hallucinating?

Ignoring it, Horn pushed Shiloh past the little angels turning around and around: "Is your mother a member of the Order of the Scale?"

"Order of the Scale?" Shiloh seemed quite unfamiliar with the term.

Picking up a branch, Horn drew the symbol of the Order of the Scale on the soil of the flower bed and asked, "This is the Order of the Scale. When your foster mother falsely claimed to be the Moon God, wasn't she using this banner?"

"I don't know. I've seen the words 'Order of the Scale' in some notes, but I never knew its symbol, let alone my mother's relationship with them."

"What about your blood god symbol? The one with the symbol pooping on a book."

"What do you mean pooping on a book? Those are my two favorite things, books and cream, okay?" Shiloh vigorously whipped Horn's thigh with her tail to express her dissatisfaction.

"Stop it, stop it. Pasrik said it, you can go scold Pasrik." Horn took a half step back. The little brat was as strong as an ox, and it hurt quite a bit. "How did your mother leave? Did she tell you why?"

Pressing her tail between her legs with both hands, Shiloh sat obediently: "She suddenly disappeared ten years ago, without leaving me any message, only leaving Afu."

"Do you know your mother's name?"

Shiloh still shook her head: "I don't know. I call her Mother, and the craftsmen in town call her Lord."

"Okay, then let's take a look at the town in the distance and see if there are any other clues."

Speaking of this topic, Horn thought of the arrangements for Shiloh later.

"There's another important thing. Next, we're going to move into this island. Do you have any thoughts?"

"I think I can sign a contract with you, give you some star-forged gears to use, and I have no objection to you clearing out those undead."

The wolf girl looked at the people in the courtyard. Compared to the few people in the narrow space before, she was still a little unaccustomed to seeing nearly three hundred people in this courtyard after not seeing a living person for ten years.

Anyway, Horn saw her stuffing her tail into her butt crack.

"You must have some requests, right?"

"Correct. I recognize you as the actual lord of this Autumn Dusk Island, but this mechanical palace is my personal property. I want to live here, and you can't drive me out."

"Of course not."

"Then, after you clear out the undead, I hope you can take care of my food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. Don't worry, I'll work for you in exchange for compensation."

The wolf girl's emotionless words revealed a cunning taste: "I know you're very interested in my mechanical technology and alchemy knowledge."

"Of course, you can enjoy the same treatment as Jenna, I mean materially."

"Finally, if you're the lord, I hope you can live in the most prestigious place on the island, and so can your entourage. It would be even better if there were scholars like me among them."

"No need, we can live in the town across the street..." Horn looked down, and the wolf ears in his vision drooped like withered flowers. "But since you're making this a condition, then it's not impossible for me to move in."

"Great," Shiloh looked up at Horn's chin. "Then we can have tea parties, eat dinner, and have debates or poetry slams, like in ancient Elven dramas..."

As if thinking of something, Shiloh leveled her gaze again and stopped talking.

Although her expression didn't change, Horn keenly sensed that she was shy.

"Of course we can do these things in our spare time, but you have to know that we're all active during the day and sleep at night. You have to change your original routine."

"After Mother left, I once changed to a daytime routine, but I only made it a nocturnal routine to facilitate stargazing and gear charging."

Pushing Shiloh's wheelchair, Horn walked forward aimlessly.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Blueblood Orphanage in the Wildspider Forest not far away. Was that orphanage forty or fifty miles away from here?

That distance was actually quite close. Judging from all the signs, both were doing extremely secretive things, and it was impossible not to investigate the surroundings thoroughly.

Did the two know each other?

Horn was suddenly startled.

He remembered the wildspiders in the Wildspider Forest. How did the Blueblood Monastery know that they could use bone whistles to control the wildspiders?

Moreover, how could the people from the Blueblood Monastery drive the bone whistles to drive away the giant spiders?

He also thought of the demon hunters who came to Autumn Dusk Island to carry out de-urbanization after Shiloh's foster mother was suspected of defecting.

How did they cross the Wildspider Forest? How did they get through the beastmen? How did they get through the undead who formed a circle around the island to protect it?

The little Dazexiang was quite deep.

"Why is my rooster head falling off?"

Hearing Shiloh's words, Horn stopped. He looked up and realized that he had unknowingly arrived at the gate of the mechanical palace.

It was almost evening, but the fog had dissipated a lot, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a withered yellow filter.

Wisps of smoke rose from the mountains, and the water rippled, reflecting the flowing gray clouds and the yellowish film-like sky.

The beastmen's fishing songs spread from afar, echoing leisurely in his ears, while around Horn and Shiloh, black-clothed soldiers ran in and out, setting up bunks in the side halls on both sides of the garden palace.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would spend the night in this palace tonight.

Feeling the corner of the wall with his hand, the unusually moist soil told Horn that it would probably rain again tonight.

"Shiloh, you..."

He looked down at Shiloh, but Shiloh was sitting blankly. She leaned on the chair, and as a wolf, her overly long tail tip was shaking rapidly and unconsciously in her hand.

She sat in the wheelchair, her eyes flowing with confusion or fear. As long as Horn pushed her forward a few more steps, she would come to the world outside the palace walls for the first time.

"Want to go outside and take a look? Or go to the town next door, the place you've seen countless times on the terrace?"

The wolf girl clenched the hand rims of the wheelchair. She looked deeply at the new world in front of her, her tail tip tensed nervously. After waiting for a long time, she let out a soft sigh:

"No, I'm not ready yet, but there will be a day, just like I've practiced talking to people other than the dolls and Mother for ten years.

Give me three years, and I'll definitely be able to push myself to see the outside world."

Horn didn't say much. This mechanical palace was both the wolf girl's home and her prison.

For more than twenty years since she was a child, she had never been out of this place, and had never said a word to anyone other than Afu, the dolls, and her vampire foster mother.

Thinking of this, Horn suddenly understood the weight of the wolf girl's opening words when she first saw him.

One sentence on stage takes ten years of practice off stage.

Holding the wolf girl's wheelchair, Horn leaned against the door and also looked out at the gray clouds in the distance.

In this way, he not only found the engine of his industrial engine (questionable), but also opened up a living space for the subsequent refugees.

He had originally planned to complete it in three days, but he didn't expect to complete the occupation of the island in two days. The remaining undead could be cleared while sending people to the island, and a camp could be established first.

The problem of food has a solution, that is, making peat, extracting brine, fishing, refining salt, and making dried fish can solve the food problem.

The Blessed ones can be sent to operate the peat production, which is not very technical and can accumulate alchemy experience.

The problem of extracting salt well brine can be tried to be solved with star-forged gears. Wasn't the first generation of steam engines born for the purpose of applying it to pumping water from mines?

Fishing can be completely left to the beastmen, who are very familiar with it, and the same goes for salt refining and dried fish production.

After solving the food problem, there is also the problem of housing. Coincidentally, there is a town across the river from this mechanical palace, which can be repaired and continue to live in without spending too much effort to rebuild.

Then the next task is only weapon production and military training.

"Today is November 23rd."