Chapter 96 It's time to show real skills!

When Oak translated the original words "dampened the chemical pool in one gulp" to all the engineering mice present, almost all of them were stunned.

An undead...

And they are the lowest level skeleton soldiers.

Not only did this guy laugh at them for not knowing what a real robot was, but he also brazenly said he would build them one? What a joke! "%￥#@!"

“#￥%#!!”

Unable to suppress their anger any longer, the mole people started cursing. Even Youyou had never heard of the slang they learned from the dwarves, so she naturally couldn't translate it.

"Quiet! Be quiet! Are you guys going to rebel?" Zhuangzhuang, sweating profusely, tried to stabilize the situation, but no mouse listened to him.

Gabang screamed angrily.

"You can laugh at our height! You can laugh at our small eyes! But you can't laugh at our skills!"

Bang bang followed by shouting.

“That’s right!!!”

This is even more humiliating than calling them rat people!

He didn't care about the noise of these little mice at all. He drank the chemical pool in one gulp and stood next to Oak, shouting loudly through Oak's mouth.

"'I think I can't'. The magic workshop is hiring! The requirement is to be able to carve inscriptions! As compensation, every five hours... I will give you a piece of baked sweet potato! If you do a good job, I will give you two pieces!"

He originally wanted to give them paper money for the dead, but then he thought that the little mice couldn't spend it, so he gave up the idea and changed to paying them with goods.

Sweet potatoes are the cheapest food in the cemetery store, mainly imported from Yinsong Town. One pound costs only 10 ghost coins, and he can buy a lot of them by completing two tasks.

By the way, the farmers in Yinsong Town grow this stuff mainly to improve the diet of their pigs and to fatten them up. They themselves prefer to eat pumpkin.

Ouke, who was standing next to him, was a little confused. Wasn't this guy an apprentice of Ouke Magic Workshop? I wondered what a magic workshop was. But even though he was confused, he still shouted out the original words.

All the moles were stunned when they heard this, and stood there with their huge front teeth bared.

remuneration?

What is the compensation?

What are baked sweet potatoes? They usually eat the roots of plants, earthworms in caves, and their own feces, other mole people or dwarves.

As for what baked sweet potatoes are, they have never heard of it.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him and the devil's minions, Oak quickly added another sentence.

"Sweet potatoes! They're human food! You have nothing to do all day anyway, don't you want to try them?! They're much more delicious than what you normally eat!"

In fact, Oak had never eaten that thing.

Generally, he eats whatever the Demon King eats.

Out of curiosity about the baked sweet potatoes, some mole people finally betrayed their indignant neighbors and curiously crawled out of the rat colony.

"Let me try it!"

"Let me try it too!"

"Give me one too!"

Looking at the mole people surrounding him, Oak shouted loudly.

"Those who want to sign up, come here and line up to register! Don't crowd in here! Also! Only those who can carve inscriptions will be paid after the work is done!"

When they heard that they would only be paid after the work was done and that they also had to be able to carve inscriptions, half of the mole people surrounding Orc immediately dispersed and returned to the protesting rats.

However, there are still many engineering mice left.

Just like Oak said, there's nothing else to do anyway, right? And this "reward" sounds better than working for the dwarves.

"I! Can carve inscriptions!"

Looking at the engineering mouse who signed up first, he drank the chemical tank in a gulp and excitedly reached out to hook its shoulders.

"Very good. From now on, you are the first employee of the 'I Think I Can' Magic Workshop! Leave your paw print on this board, and we'll have signed the contract!"

As he spoke, he handed the mole man a piece of wood that he had picked up from somewhere, thus finalizing the employment contract.

Seeing more and more engineering mice joining the opposing camp, Gabang suddenly panicked and screamed.

"Wait! This is cheating! The technology you're using isn't your own, it's that of the Sharpfang Tribe!"

After taking a sip, the chemical pool immediately retorted.

"This isn't called cheating, this is called outsourcing! I can't possibly carve that thing myself, right?"

Ou Ke repeated his words, and Ga Bang became even angrier after hearing them.

"But what's the difference between this and carving it ourselves? You are playing word games with Gabang!"

He swallowed the chemical pool and said unceremoniously.

"It's simple. I won't use 'your way' to arrange those inscriptions. Instead, I'll use a method you've never seen before. As for the difference between the two, I believe that after seeing the finished product, anyone with a sound mind can tell the difference. If you don't believe me, you can join us. How about that? Do you want to try it?"

He had already edited the plans and programs for each component on a real computer using modeling tools, so all he had to do was copy them over.

But having said that, if he relied on his own strength to slowly collect those parts, it would probably take him a long time.

It just so happens that there is a large pool of almost free labor available.

According to Ork, the Mole People are natural craftsmen who can even use their teeth to process metal! Even the dwarves, who are proud of their inscription technology, are full of praise for the abilities of these little guys.

Faced with the invitation from the stupid skeleton in front of him, Gabang struggled internally for a while, and finally nodded his round head.

For the love of baked sweet potatoes…

"Okay! Gabang will keep an eye on you! You'd better not lie to Gabang!"

After reading the subtitles, I swallowed the chemical pool and laughed out loud.

"Lie to you? Haha, there's no need for that. But you...don't be so naive that you try to be clever behind my back and cut corners or something like that."

"Cut corners?! You are insulting my professional ethics!" Gabang clenched his fists excitedly, wishing he could go up and bite this guy.

He swore—

If it weren't for the terrifying great swordsman staring at this side, he would definitely have done so!

With Gabang joining in, "I think I can." The magic workshop quickly recruited more than a hundred mole people, and under the leadership of Gabang, they pounced on the garbage mountain in the middle of the Mechanical Temple and began to select usable parts.

The variety of parts available here is very rich, ranging from tubes and plates to transmission devices and gears.

Even if it can't be used, it can be made do with some processing.

Since communication was too troublesome every time, Oak simply lent the translation crystal to a chemical pool, allowing the latter to communicate directly with the moles of the Ironfang Tribe.

After listening to the task assigned by the old man, Gabang asked while scratching his head.

"Pipe? What's the use of this thing?"

"For hydraulics, of course!"

"Hydraulic?! What is that?!"

"In simple terms, it can be used to replace 'muscles' to drive the extension and retraction of the robotic arm. This is much more reliable than directly engraving the rotation angle on the joint, and there is no need to worry about the material being deformed by excessive force."

Gabang was shocked when he heard this, and asked in surprise as he looked at the skeleton soldier in front of him.

"How did you do this?!"

"How?"

He took a gulp of the chemical pool and scratched the back of his head. It was so basic that he didn't know where to start.

"Then we have to start with the connecting vessel! But it's too complicated to explain... Anyway, just do as I say, and then slowly gain insights from it, and you will naturally understand what's going on."

Gabang nodded, not quite understanding what was said, staring at him intently, watching him write and draw on the wall with chalk, teaching his people what inscriptions to engrave on this device called a hydraulic press, and where exactly to engrave the inscriptions.

Gabang listened very carefully, and was about to digest the knowledge points carefully, but he saw that the undead had no intention of stopping after pointing and gesticulating for a round. He immediately called another group of engineering mice and told them to find and process the next set of parts, as well as what inscriptions to engrave on this set of parts.

By this point, Gabang was completely dumbfounded and couldn't keep up with his pace at all.

From the moving parts to the energy parts and the operating end, this guy's head is like a three-dimensional blueprint, breaking down the complex mechanical structure into individual modules! Previously, when the Iron Teeth Tribe designed robots, most of them relied on the independent play of individual engineers, and only when making the "big guys" would they discuss together.

However, even if they discussed it together, they would discuss as they were building it. They would never give out every detail of the project before starting to build the entire robot framework, or even break it down into many units and assign them to different groups to work on.

Given the current situation of the Iron Fang Tribe where no one is willing to submit to anyone else, this is almost impossible to accomplish.

And Gabang was surprised to find that after this guy split it up, the originally complicated project seemed to become simple in an instant!

Not only that—

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What shocked Ga Bang the most was not only his engineering planning ability, but also his use and understanding of inscriptions! When designing the "Big Guy", the engineering mice of the Iron Fang Tribe installed a corresponding operating lever for each mechanical component to coordinate in order to make the Big Guy move flexibly.

But this guy is different!

He first designed a "control center" that integrated various action instructions, and then connected all the parts with specific codes to the control center.

Only when a component needs to be driven to work will the control center connect the component to the "energy module".

With this design, they don’t need to design lengthy inscriptions for each joint, and most of the inscriptions are concentrated on a small piece of metal plate!

At the same time, the amount of operation required by the robot driver will be greatly reduced!

According to the strangely named Demon King's minion himself, he was able to cut down the number of pilots from three to just one to operate the entire machine!

In addition, complex actions that originally required twenty joysticks to complete can be simplified to only two joysticks plus two pedals!

"Incredible! Who taught you these things?!" Unable to suppress the shock in his heart any longer, he said in surprise.

In front of this undead, he felt that after working hard for the dwarves for more than ten years, he was just like a rookie who was exposed to inscriptions for the first time! And those incredible combinations completely overturned his understanding of inscriptions.

So the inscriptions can be used like this?! At this moment, Ga Bang finally understood why this guy was so confident. As long as they followed and did it once, they would feel the difference.

More than just different! These logically rigorous sequences of inscriptions, compared to the inscriptions he had known before, were like another language!

Could it be——

The orthodoxy of the Mechanical God Lint Isaac is actually here? !

Looking at the dumbfounded Mole Man, he drank the chemical pool in one gulp and laughed, and couldn't help but pretend to be cool.

"Teach us? Does this thing need to be taught? Isn't it enough to just have hands?"

The translator Shuijing translated his words verbatim to Gabang, who froze on the spot after hearing them.

Just having hands is enough?! Isn't this mocking the Iron Fang Clan for not having hands?! What a shame! What's even more frustrating is that Mingming is obviously his best area, but he can't say a word to refute this guy's words, and can only pretend not to hear it.

Ouke, who was standing aside, couldn't bear to watch it anymore and said with a light cough.

"In our place, this technology is called 'Nether Text'."

Gabang stared at him in amazement.

"Mingwen?"

Oak puffed out his chest with pride.

"Yes, its name is Hades! It is a further improvement of the inscription magic made by the Demon King based on the Mechanical God Lint Isaac! The latter defined a new grammar for the inscription, and the Demon King used it to write a new language!"

Not missing any opportunity to flatter, Oak naturally attributed all the credit to his master.

Even the share on his head was counted.

Gabang's eyes were confused at first, then gradually burned with excitement, and he looked eagerly at the goblin in front of him.

At this moment, it is no longer important to prove whether the other party's attainments in the field of mechanics are higher than those of the Iron Fang Clan...

It was obvious that they were not just ahead by a little bit, but ahead of the Iron Fang Clan by an entire era! No——

It's not even just the Iron Fang clan.

Gabang dares to guarantee with confidence that even the dwarves they once served could not compare to these guys in the field of inscription research!

That demon king——

He really made the most of the inscriptions! "That dark inscription! Can you teach us?"

Seeing Gabang's eyes filled with a desire for knowledge, Oke's nose almost curled up to the sky, as if it was not a skeleton soldier but himself who was pointing fingers at a group of engineering mice.

Of course, there is no difference.

After all, the knowledge of underworld language mastered by those skeleton soldiers ultimately came from him.

"Don't worry, that's why we are here."

While Oak was accepting the admiration of the engineering mice on behalf of the Demon King, the professional life players who were left aside cast envious and jealous glances at [Drunk Chemical Pool in One Gulp].

This guy had completely forgotten about his "classmates" and was completely immersed in the joy of commanding a group of mole people to do their work.

But to be honest, these mole people are indeed very smart. They installed a module in just half an hour.

Zheng Fangxing felt itchy in his heart, and after a moment he couldn't help but mutter something.

"Damn it...I might as well set up a company for fun!"

Just do it when you think of it.

After arranging the work in the chemical pool, he raised the flag without saying a word and established the second magic workshop run by players in the cemetery - "Zheng Fangfang Magic Workshop".

He is not good at naming and is not as good at making memes as the young people. After thinking for a long time, he finally posted his ID.

Just like that, under the temptation of roasted sweet potatoes and the "Underworld" technology, the turmoil in Tieya City was inexplicably quelled.

Relying on powerful underworld technology and engineering experience far beyond the current era, the devil's minions deeply won the hearts of the Iron Fang clan's engineering rats, making the latter willingly bow down at the feet of the devil.

Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting on Bond's shoulder, breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The death priest standing nearby felt a little regretful. It seemed that he would not have the chance to show off his skills this time.

Not far away.

Looking at the engineering rats who had defected one after another, the old members of the Thirteen Teeth Council who had been fanning the flames all showed frustrated expressions.

Especially the fangs.

This fat, big-eared mole man was so angry that he almost bit his front teeth off.

"Damn it! These weaklings! They actually bowed their heads like that! Damn it!"

He originally thought that the Demon King was just bragging.

Unexpectedly, the goblins and undead sent by that master actually understood inscriptions, and their attainments in inscriptions were even higher than those of the engineers in the tribe! ?

Looking at the group of admiring engineering mice, he knew very well that he had lost the opportunity to challenge the new order.

I can only lie dormant for the time being...

(End of this chapter)