After Shiraki finished speaking, Luffy focused his attention on the mechanical wheels in the shape of a giant mecha.
"Crawler tracks? That's quite imaginative indeed."
He pondered for a while, but quickly rejected Bai Mu's idea.
"However, given the technological capabilities of that era, tracks are unlikely, and no ancient machine with tracks has been discovered to date."
"Okay, stop guessing."
Luffy waved his hand, took out his tools and started working on the machine.
Bai Mu was also helping out.
But he always felt that the machine should have tracks.
He seemed to have seen how this machine worked, but the memory was vague. It was probably a green farmland, and the machine was running in the farmland.
The robotic arm in the front is responsible for harvesting the fruits in the field, and the robotic arm in the back is actually a discharge port, responsible for loading the harvested fruits into the bucket truck further back.
Yes, there should be a bucket truck connected to the end of this machine. (It's something similar to a flatbed truck, used to transport crops.)
Luffy moved quickly, and big screws were dropped one by one, and Shiraki was responsible for collecting them.
These screws are about the thickness of a finger, and some are as thick as an arm.
"Well, are you suspicious?"
Luffy said as he removed the corroded metal casing.
"Doing mechanical appraisal is like doing archaeology. The more you look back in time, the more frightened you are by what happened in the past."
"I can't imagine what kind of people in that era had such knowledge and could actually create such a high-tech machine."
Bai Mu subconsciously said: "Laplace people."
"What are you pulling?"
His tone was as strange as ever.
Luffy frowned and looked at Shiraki, "You seem to be familiar with this machine?"
Bai Mu nodded and said, "Let me think about how to translate it."
"Um, this is an agricultural combine harvester. And the race I just mentioned is called Laplace."
He repeated it in New Eridan.
"Do you really know him?"
Luffy was also surprised. He didn't know why this young-looking guy in front of him knew all this.
"Um."
"How did you know that?"
"I don't know, I just know him."
Baimu put down the pallet and walked to the back of the machine, where there was a not-so-conspicuous sign of corrosion.
He pointed. "There should be a hook here."
"Iron or copper."
Luffy hurried over and looked at the trail behind the machine.
The traces are very old, but you can still see that it is a strange way of combining metals, somewhat similar to welding.
But it is completely different from modern welding. In addition to the combined metal residue, there is also a small hole.
"You mean, there's supposed to be a hook here, for something?"
Luffy looked at Shiraki with curiosity.
"A trailer, or a flatbed truck, is used to carry things."
Bai Mu pointed to the robotic arm above his head and said, "Take this apart. There should be a pipe inside."
"About, uh, this thick."
Bai Mu said this while pointing to his thighs.
Luffy quickly climbed onto the machine and took apart the robotic arm. It was just as Shiraki said, there was a very thick tube inside.
“It’s used to transport crops.”
"What you said seems to be true."
Luffy reached into the pipe and pulled something out. It was a black mass.
“This is oil.”
Generally speaking, if something buried underground is not buried too deeply, some of the substances inside will show the state of the thing at that time.
The presence of oil means that there were animals or plants here in the past.
Obviously, it is impossible to carry animals in this kind of pipe, so the only option is plants.
"Maybe you're right, newbie. You really surprise me. If this is truly from ancient civilization, I think it could be sold to a museum."
Luffy's eyes lit up.
"Don't move here for now. I'll go contact the boss."
Luffy took off his gloves and hurried out, while Shiraki stayed where he was and shrugged.
He touched the machine, and some memories of the past gradually became clear.
He didn't remember much, and those that did were just fragments. He had no idea of the cause and effect and couldn't describe what exactly happened.
Bai Mu wrote down these things and took out his own list.
After all, he still has his own work to do.
"A-115."
He read out the number and walked to the table corresponding to the number.
There is a painting on the table.
There are still traces of loess on it, and the picture looks very old.
The visuals are very poorly rendered, as if someone had scribbled them. "Can this be real?"
Bai Mu was a little confused. This thing looked like it was fake.
He reached out and touched the canvas, and it turned out to be an oil painting canvas!
Who would paint something like that on oil on canvas?
"But this painting feels very old. Judging by the canvas, it seems to be from before the Baroque period. It should be authentic."
He picked up the list in his hand, ticked the item off, and then wrote an estimate based on his idea.
Probably something worth tens of thousands of denarii.
Not very valuable.
He walked towards another painting.
This painting is very delicate, with nice lines and patterns.
"But this cyan pigment..."
He took off his gloves and touched the canvas.
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