Chapter 1884: Possibility of replicating artillery

"Can't the master forging we hired from Fort Witch make it?"
The Orc King stared at the Minister of Scientific Research and asked.
The minister was trembling as he was stared at by the orc king, and he bowed and said: "Return to your Majesty, the masters can't forge it."
"What do they do for food!" The orc king was stunned and scolded, "You can't do it when you are born out of nothing. Isn't it impossible to paint a gourd?"
The Minister of Scientific Research was trembling with fright and cold sweat. His voice trembled and said: "You, your majesty, what the masters say can't be forged, including copying."
"It can't even be copied, what use I want them to do!" The orc king was really angry now.
The whole hall was silent, almost everyone bowed their heads, except for the old duke, Prime Minister Leista and me.
Squeezing his anger in his chest, the orc king turned to me and said solemnly, "Xiaoyi, what do you think of this matter?"
As early as when the orc king became angry, I had written a draft in my heart, waiting for him to ask me.
After organizing the language a little, and clearing my throat, I said, "My Majesty, I don't think that the inability of the masters to replicate the artillery is the incompetence of the masters."
The orc king looked bad and said: "Then you mean, I made things difficult for them?"
"No, no," I shook my head and said, "I believe you didn't mean to make things difficult for the master."
"Since the master is not responsible, and I am not responsible, who should bear this responsibility? We can't let Fort Witch bear all this, right?"
"Your Majesty," I met the Orc King's gaze and slowly said, "Weichen believes that the responsibility that the artillery cannot replicate does not lie with any party you are referring to, but with the more distant past."
The orc king was a little dazed. The old duke who sat down under his head looked at me with scorching eyes and said, "The old man is getting older and his brain is slow. I don't understand what you mean. Can you be more straightforward? Explain it to me?"
"Yes." I bowed slightly and said, "Presumably your Majesty already knows the origin of this artillery. It was obtained by a minister from a mausoleum, but I am afraid that your Majesty does not know the origin of the tomb?"
The orc king nodded: "I really don't know."
"That mausoleum" I paused, suddenly raised my volume, and said, "It is the cloak of the first fairy king in the melee period."
There was an uproar in the hall, and the ministers had different expressions, or they were confused, or envious, or extremely...
"You said it was the first goblin king's cloak in the melee period?" The orc king frowned and said, "Is there any evidence?"
"Return to your Majesty, I just judged based on the relief in the tomb. Oh, yes, the president of the Iron Wolf Guild also found a sword in the jewelry pile for his own use. You can send professionals to it. For identification."
Hearing what I said was so confident, the orc king no longer doubted, and said: "Even if it is the cloak of the first generation of elf kings, how can the artillery be proved to be non-replicable?"
"I never said that artillery is non-replicable," I shook my head in denial.
The face of the orc king just softened, suddenly became difficult to look.
Before he spoke, I quickly explained: "The artillery can be copied naturally. If you can't even copy, how could someone build it?"
After a pause, I continued: "I just admitted that the artillery cannot be copied, because with the current level of technology, it simply cannot reach that level."
Seeing the vast majority of people bewildered, I continued: "You know that I have a special identity, and I can enter and exit most of the forbidden areas of Fort Witch and Moonlight City at will. In their library, I happened to read some interesting things. Fragments of historical documents, which tell some interesting anecdotes related to the lost civilization."
"Lost civilization?" the orc king asked.
"To be precise, it is an ancient civilization" I said: "It is a civilization older than the existence of the fairies."
"How could there be an existence older than the fairies?" Some ministers questioned in a low voice.
"That is to say," certain ministers echoed in a low voice, "Is this kid talking nonsense, right?"
"It is also possible that the dreams were taken as real." A minister sighed in a low voice, "I remember I did this once when I was young. It was really embarrassing."
......
For a time, opinions were divergent, but few people really care about me.
The orc king coughed slightly, the ministers immediately shut up, and the needle fell in the hall instantly.
"According to you, is this artillery a product of ancient civilization?"
Facing the question of the orc king, I nodded and said, "Yes, your majesty."
"Then what evidence do you have that it is a product of ancient civilization?"
"First" I stretched out my index finger and said: "It appeared in the tomb of the Elf King, and was hidden in the wall as a mechanism. You can verify this with the head of the Iron Wolf Guild."
"Second" I stretched out my and said: "A certain or several components of this artillery cannot be replicated using current technology."
"To sum up the two points, I think it should be a product of ancient civilization."
"Is it possible that it was a product of science and technology during the reign of the fairies?" the old duke asked.
"Nor can we rule out this possibility," I said: "However, no matter what the situation is, it can only prove one thing. With our current technological level, it cannot be copied."
The orc king subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but then he looked serious again: "If this is the case, shouldn't the mass production of artillery be forced to abort?"
I stared at the orc king, and from his gaze, I read the happiness and regret.
Probably I am fortunate that the money in my pocket will not decrease as a result, and at the same time I regret that I am missing a way to increase national strength.
When the old duke heard the orc king say this, his expression was a little sad.
He is the supreme military officer of Dasai City. He has spent his entire life supporting the Fergus family and defending Dasai City. Seeing that the way to enhance national power is shattered, will he not feel sad?
Seeing the old Duke’s expression sullen, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I tentatively suggested: "In fact, it may not necessarily be impossible."
"Huh?" The Orc King raised his head and looked at me deeply, with both expectation and anxiety in his complex eyes.
Compared to the orc king’s complex expression, the old duke’s expression contained nothing but expectation. He desperately wanted to hear my proposal, even if it was only one in ten thousand possible.
After pondering for a moment, I said: "As far as I know, ancient civilization has been lost, but civilization is not the product of human imagination and wisdom! Since the previous ancestors can create ancient civilization, Why can't we create it? Even if we really cannot reshape the great technology of the year, a mere artillery can still be reproduced."
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