Chapter 672 Beatrice, New Traffic Unit
The steam engine, which originally had a bad temper, suddenly fell silent, and the silence was eerie.
It even forgot to spray water on Zoe, even though it was so angry not long ago that it chased her and scolded her.
This startled Zoe and her group, and a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes.
The ritual of this Mechanical Temple is a bit outrageous, but it seems to be really useful!
But before they could be happy for long, after a period of silence, the steam engine suddenly made a series of noises!
Every part of the machine was colliding with each other, making a teeth-grinding sound, as if it suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at this side with the furnace door cover, and trembling with the "laughter", as if it couldn't straighten its back because of laughing.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Ga! Ga! Ga!
The expressions on Zoe and the others' faces suddenly became very interesting. There was no need to communicate with the machine spirit, nor did they need a stoker to translate. Anyone could feel the will of the machine spirit - if it were not a steam engine, it would be rolling on the ground with laughter.
Even if Zoe's face was covered with engine oil, it couldn't hide her gradually red face. She just wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
No, look carefully, her face has become dull, she simply used her extraordinary ability to slip away!
Gaia on the side sighed helplessly and was about to leave when she suddenly felt the corner of her clothes being tugged.
The tech-priest, who was kneeling on one knee with pliers in one hand, pointed at Beatrice and whispered, "Lady Gaia, look over there."
Gaia turned her head and looked, then her expression became strange.
Beatrice was originally vomiting out pollution evenly and continuously. Although her physical condition was extremely bad, she had been vomiting for a long time and had somewhat adapted to it.
But now, as the steam engine trembled with laughter, she was like a balloon filled with water, being squeezed out bit by bit, and pollution gushed out of her mouth. The average flow rate was at least twice as much as before. She would spray a large mouthful of water every time the steam engine trembled.
Beatrice rolled her eyes.
Seeing Gaia's compassionate eyes, Beatrice spoke with difficulty: "Pu Sha Pu, kill me. Pu Pu"
Gaia: “.”
"This ritual seems to be useful, Master Gaia," said the Tech-Priest nearby. "While I doubt its primary function is to amuse the Steam Engine, I have to admit it does please the Machine Spirit."
Gaia's eyes twitched. Castel did have a complete set of ways to please the machine spirit, and it was even written in the maintenance manual.
However, most of these are to communicate with the machine spirit, to repair the machine carefully, to use better fuel and so on.
I never thought I could dance to make a steam engine happy.
"Perhaps our thinking is too narrow. After all, we only consider the Machine Spirit an extension of the machine, and at most let the stoker try to appease it. The idea of the Mechanical Temple is like, like..."
"It's like cursing back at a steam engine when it's cursing someone." Gaia looked at the steam engine, whose efficiency had doubled, with a complicated expression. Although the Mechanical Temple's idea of pleasing the machine spirit was strange, it was really useful.
"Should we give it a try?" the mechanical priest beside him asked in a low voice.
Gaia looked at Beatrice, who was about to faint from vomiting, and nodded.
"It's a good thing that we were able to save her. Bring over a few more fuel drums later."
Beatrice's face was filled with confusion.
To be honest, her experience today was a bit too fantastical.
In the morning, she put on makeup with the help of her maid and prepared to dress up for the banquet.
Now people are flying in the sky, lying in the boiler of a steam engine, spitting pollution outwards towards a row of fuel barrels.
She did hope to give the imprisoned a little more freedom and change, but this change was a bit too exaggerated.
And when she thought things had gotten so bad, she never expected her situation could actually get any worse.
Now Beatrice is surrounded by a group of people dancing and singing, watching her spit out pollution
That would be fine, because pleasing the machine spirit itself is not so easy to quantify. Engineers are the most particular group of people, and after studying for a long time, they actually found a few indicators.
That is the flow of Beatrice spraying pollution.
The stoker brought out a row of fuel barrels and arranged them in a straight line from far to near in front of Beatrice.
Then, while dancing, after successfully amusing the steam engine, Beatrice will spit out more pollution, which means it will spray farther.
"I've vomited into the seventh bucket!"
"Wow! So far?"
"Miss Zoe is the best, after all. Once she jumps up, the distance she vomits increases by two and a half barrels!"
"I think Miss Gaia is the main force. Don't you think it's quite contrasting when you see her dancing with such a calm expression?"
"Perhaps the steam engine would be susceptible to this."
"The eighth barrel! Breaking through the eighth barrel!!"
"Oh my god, how many barrels were there originally?"
"Based on peak flow rate, with the initial discharge volume as one standard Beatrice, the current peak value is 5.5 Beatrice. Even the average is as high as 3 Beatrice, and this number is steadily increasing!"
"How many Beatrice did we calculate for an industrial zone?"
"No, hey! Slow down, Miss Pope is about to pass out again, lower the data rate!"
The dancing mechanics immediately slowed down their movements. Beatrice, who was about to faint due to blackouts, immediately saw her breath drop by several standard values. She raised her head in despair.
"You. Pu. Castel Pu Pu, is this how you treat illnesses!?"
The technical priests looked away guiltily.
Gaia tapped her chin with her index finger, thought for a moment, and then slowly shook her head: "Our treatment method is already quite gentle. You should go see how Gwen treats the priests of the Silent Temple."
If you think about it carefully, Castel's treatment methods seem a bit crude and simple. It's no wonder that most of the Crusaders are engineers. They are obviously better at dealing with machines. In other words, they are actually using the same ideas of dealing with machines to treat people.
At least that's the case when Beatrice's spitting speed is used to define the standard flow rate.
Maybe it lacks humanistic care? Gaia didn't quite understand this. She had always been in charge of the factory and subconsciously used Beatrice as a flow meter.
You know what, it’s quite accurate.
"And your current physical condition is actually worse than you think." Gaia squatted down and came to Beatrice's front and side.
It's easy to get sprayed if you stand in front.
"Although the pollution will leave your body under the pressure of the steam engine, the steam engine cannot repair your body. Your body's injuries are already on the verge of collapse. We still need to find a way to restore your body."
(End of this chapter)
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