Chapter 642

"Uh..." Lin Cheng, Elder Zhai.

"Forget it, considering your starting point is good, I'll give you one point."

In the end, only the kind-hearted Elder Zhai gave the young man a point of affirmation, and the reason for the others was also very simple.

Just this... can it be any worse?

The young man was still young after all. After being slightly discouraged, he thanked Elder Zhai and the others, saying he would work harder.

Lin Cheng nodded.

Actually, this young man also explained one point, that is, how boring the lives of the elderly are! Entertainment projects in the empire were seriously lacking. Many retired elderly people could only stay at home all day doing nothing. Elderly people with stronger bodies could still raise a pet.

But what about those elderly people who are not strong? Pets are domesticated from magical beasts, and it has only been a few hundred years. Just as the young man said, it is better to be safe than sorry.

If he could sell voice-controlled metal pets, perhaps he could bring some joy to the elderly with limited mobility in the empire. At the same time, he could also make wheelchairs, allowing some elderly people with limited mobility to go out and move around.

Thinking this, Lin Cheng took out his notebook and recorded the ideas of metal pets and wheelchairs. If there was a chance, he would promote them.

He emphatically marked one point with a pen: entertainment projects need to be developed!

With the first young man finishing, the blacksmiths were much slower afterward.

Lin Cheng seriously suspected that the first young man was a plant.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, he saw the second blacksmith finish and raise his hand. After evaluation, his work got three points, and the creativity was a vibrating stick.

Lin Cheng thought crookedly at the time, and even the look in his eyes at the blacksmith changed.

However, the man was very serious and explained in detail that he wanted to create a vibrating long stick, paired with a special spearhead, so that when attacking magical beasts, the continuous vibration would inevitably bring severe tearing injuries to the magical beasts.

Lin Cheng then knew he had thought too much.

It must be said that this idea was good, but it was very troublesome to implement.

Because when the special vibrating spearhead tears the wounds of magical beasts, it also puts the user in a dilemma; the vibration effect will also affect the user.

At that time, let alone dealing with magical beasts, the user wouldn't be able to hold it first. If the vibration frequency is too high, it will hurt the user before hurting others; if the vibration frequency is too low, it will have no effect.

This creativity was simply... better than nothing.

Like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, a pity to discard.

Subsequently, blacksmiths raised their hands one after another to indicate that they had finished. Lin Cheng and others also saw various creative ideas, such as automatic melon seed peeling machines, automatic peeling, automatic bathing, automatic cooking, and automatic feeding, which was too much, and Lin Cheng directly denied it.

He finally saw what it meant that laziness is the primary driving force for human progress.

Later, he saw many talents.

A single and ugly blacksmith directly designed a metal doll. Looking at his drooling face... Lin Cheng became serious, hesitating whether to tell him that if the metal were replaced with plastic, the effect might be better.

There was also a short blacksmith who designed elastic shoes, saying he would perform on the spot. What do you want to do? Do you want to go to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun?

Others designed a flight wing device. In terms of appearance, it was extremely similar to the six-armed aircraft Lin Cheng once designed. Lin Cheng was very optimistic about this blacksmith; he was obviously more promising than others.

If it could succeed, it would be a great contribution to the empire.

For this reason, Lin Cheng specially gave him a few pointers, indicating that the blacksmith's design was no problem, the way magic crystals transport energy needed improvement, and the choice and optimization of inscriptions should be simplified. More inscriptions mean more simultaneous operations and more energy consumption.

For an aircraft that itself needs energy to fly, this is a huge flaw. The choice of inscriptions should prioritize effectiveness rather than focusing on more functions.

"Thank you for the teaching, Master Lin Cheng, I will keep it in mind."

Lin Cheng nodded, not caring much.

He just gave a few pointers, and it depends on how the other party does it.

After a period of scoring, whenever Lin Cheng encountered creativity he liked, he would more or less give the other party a few pointers. At the same time, the many creative ideas of the blacksmiths also filled him with inspiration, and he couldn't help but record them in his notebook, waiting for further excavation.

Finally, it was the work of the mysterious blacksmith that everyone was looking forward to.

The mysterious blacksmith wearing a mask was the most arrogant blacksmith Lin Cheng had ever seen. He didn't speak to introduce himself, but directly placed his work in front of the judges, and his work was a gun!

A long-barreled flintlock gun. In terms of inscription recording, he didn't use as many as traditional blacksmiths, but only used three inscriptions to bless it: Speed (Stealth), Strength (Saint), and Power (Eagle Eye).

The remaining one inscription (Nightmare) was recorded on a special copper bullet.

A double blow of magic and physics.

Immediately, the mysterious blacksmith skillfully loaded the flintlock gun, then aimed the muzzle at the ground not far away, and gently pulled the trigger.

*Bang bang*...

The first loud noise, a bullet flowing with blue light, quickly entered the ground. The second explosion sounded, and with the ground where the bullet entered as the center, the ground within twenty centimeters around was blown apart, and some floorboards were lifted.

The power was so terrible that there were no friends.

The five elders were directly stunned, staring blankly at the cracked ground.

In this world of magic and martial arts, there was actually such a terrible weapon. This power was probably comparable to low-level magic.

But this was not magic. The copper bullet just now had such power. What if there were more copper bullets?

Wouldn't it be a massacre???

If the empire could be equipped with such weapons, wouldn't it be invincible!

Thinking of this, the five elders couldn't help but feel their heartbeats accelerate. Although their areas of expertise were different, it didn't mean they didn't have imagination.

Possessing such weapons, there would be no opponents in front of the imperial cavalry, and conquering the entire continent would be just around the corner!

The mysterious blacksmith's gaze was always on Lin Cheng, completely ignoring the excited reactions of the five elders with red faces.

Having reached this point, how could Lin Cheng not guess who the other party was.

"Sigh!" He sighed lightly.

"Perocizia, you are also trying hard enough..."

Perocizia might not be good at building Marco Polo's gun, but building a secondary version was no problem at all.

This flintlock gun had the level of the 16th century, and the flintlock gun was the gun after the revolver.

Thinking about it, although Perocizia was unable to build Marco Polo's revolver, and the blueprints were handed over to Lin Cheng at the time, he must have known the principles and patterns by heart.

This month, he had also done his homework, and the result naturally satisfied him, and also satisfied Lin Cheng.

"I didn't expect the master to recognize me at once." The mysterious blacksmith spoke for the first time, his voice slightly excited. It was Perocizia, who had disappeared for nearly a month. Then he took off the mask and hat on his face, revealing that familiar smiling face and that blond hair.

Lin Cheng also smiled, and the look in his eyes when looking at Perocizia was a bit complex.

"Your creativity is so unexpected, it's really unforgettable."

He originally thought he would be the first person in this world to successfully build firearms. After all, he had the system, and this special world didn't seem to allow some advanced existence. Then it was very likely that he was the only one.

Unexpectedly, Perocizia built a flintlock gun, which shocked him.

"Not as good as the master's work, is it?" Perocizia complimented him indifferently. "Haha," Lin Cheng laughed.

"That's true... no one on this continent understands forging better than me."

Any spirit weapon hanging in the spirit weapon barrier would not be worse than what Perocizia built, not to mention that he directly built Marco Polo's revolver, and even Baili Shouyue's sniper rifle, and Huang Zhong's soul-burning heavy cannon.

Compared to these, it was really not worth mentioning.

But Perocizia's talent could not be denied.

"Perocizia, if you are willing... I can teach you. Your talent is very good, and you can become the empire's fifth eighth-rank blacksmith in a few years."

"This..."

*Hiss*...

The five elders gasped.

Being able to let Lin Cheng say such heavy words, it was clear that the Prince Perocizia in front of him had amazing talent, and it was very likely that he had talent no less than Lin Cheng's.

Even Lin Cheng thought so. Without him, Perocizia would likely have become the empire's fourth eighth-rank blacksmith, or if not, he would have become an eighth-rank blacksmith in his kingdom.

Unfortunately... there were no ifs.

"The empire?" Perocizia's eyes were a bit unfocused.

The kingdom's crisis had been resolved. He didn't go back to see his father because he was in the Tagi Kingdom at the time. Fortunately, he got the information in advance, otherwise, if he had rushed to the Tagi Palace, he probably wouldn't be standing here now.

His father's hair had turned white, and he hoped he could go back and take control of the overall situation. Almost everything in the Chilperi Kingdom needed to be rebuilt. Under the protection of the Emperor Tianwu Empire, the betrayal of the Western Region kingdoms made Perocizia's father, the old king who had managed the Chilperi Kingdom for nearly fifty years, completely cold-hearted.

He had also talked to the Emperor Tianwu Emperor. Anyway, they were all becoming powerful vassals, so why not choose a stronger one to be a vassal?

Perocizia understood his father's approach, because the Chilperi Kingdom had reached this point. Except for becoming a part of the Emperor Tianwu Empire, he was afraid that once the Emperor Tianwu Empire left, their Chilperi Kingdom would face a huge crisis of being annexed by the Western kingdoms.

Called a vassal, once the Emperor Tianwu Empire fully helps the Chilperi Kingdom rebuild, it will soon be assimilated by the empire.

This is also good, his father can be more relaxed, and he can pursue what he wants.

"No, master, I still want to go on an adventure, looking for ancient ruins..."

"Is this your answer?"

Lin Cheng had actually guessed it.