The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 6: The Wings of Steam (Part 2)

With a bang, the door of the room was kicked open, Koshava dangling his head with tousled hair and a black astrologer hat, anger burned under his loose eyelids, and he shouted vaguely: "Young People, what do you pay for my precious sleep? It took you two years to find a regular first house of stars? If it weren’t for the academic review committee of the Association, apprenticeship promotion is one of the prerequisites for tutor promotion. You are still following your old farmer to catch bugs in the alfalfa field!"

Jonah lowered his head and said respectfully: "I'm sorry. Teacher, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" Koshava was taken aback.

"Cherry Du. Forgive me for not telling you why. Also, I'm glad to see you or yourself." Jonah stared at the instructor's pointed toe, whispered, feeling a little sour nose.

Koshava pulled a few messy beards and asked thoughtfully: "Are you 16 years old this year?"

"17 years old." Jonah replied.

"Okay. Every astrologer apprentice has the right to travel. No matter how fascinating the night sky is, you can't keep people in the astrology tower for a lifetime. Besides, spring is the season of estrus." Koshava nodded and mumbled. Talking. "However, now is not a good time for a spring trip. After I was awakened by you, I just got two bad news through the communication star array of the Astrological Association."

"First, after the Redstone Fort was burnt down, the office of the Association of Astrologers followed the new queen—Queen Wenger IV, who is also Wenger III’s aunt and Wenger II’s sister. I don’t know if you listen. Understand-and the heartfelt defenders retreated south to the kingdom of Balazil, that is to say, you can only get help from the association when you walk into Balazil."

"Second, the idiot tyrant of the Zawi Empire, Yeli Zawitan, unilaterally announced to tear up the "Joint Amnesty Decree" and stop the pardons for members of the five major associations during the war. The senior figures of the association are meeting day and night. As a countermeasure, it is said that many magic towers have lost contact with the Mathematical Society and the headquarters. When has this happened in the past 100 years? What academic assessments have been done all day, and the association has no more deterrent power."

"In other words, if you go out alone, there are probably two results: first, you are stabbed to death with a pitchfork by a hungry farmer, and hung at the gate of the farm to dry it as food; second, you are killed by the ground-traveling dragoons Stabbed to death with a dragon spear, put your head down and hung on the saddle to become a trophy. When you reach my age, you will know that neither of these two choices are so wonderful."

After listening to this paragraph, Jonah was dumbfounded, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

Koshava looked around in the hut, and it seemed that a smile appeared from his beard: "However, given the chaos in this world, the Astrologer Tower is not a safe place. Maybe Yelizawitan himself will take it tomorrow. With his golden troop dragoon team stepping on the ground. Young man, you go, take my homework, the amount of one year. In addition, I will give you a parting gift. "Jona did not have time to express anything. The old man Koshava grabbed the steaming puppet with white smoke, and disappeared outside the door after jumping two steps with a quick pace that was not commensurate with his age.

There was a clanging sound from the astrology laboratory on the top of the tower, and Jonah stood in the hut at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Half an hour later, Koshava's voice rang: "Young man, come up with your luggage."

Jona carried the deerskin bag on his back, picked up the package with a stick, and circled the stairs to the top floor, knocked on the door of the room, but the door was not closed.

The empty laboratory is brightly illuminated by the sunlight projected from the transparent ceiling, and dust is flying up and down in the sunlight.

"This way." The old man's voice came, and Jonah walked around the large telescope to the giant platform on top of the Astrologer's Tower. Behind the weird experimental equipment that was messy like an old man's beard, Koshava sat on the edge of the platform, the hem of the fat robe swaying in the morning breeze of the red earth plain.

"This is homework for you." Koshava pointed to several manuscripts on the ground. "They are all arithmetic problems. Your calculation skills are too bad. Among the astrologers I have seen, only myself More stupid than you, you can rank second." Then he pointed to a bunch of weird steel, "This is a parting gift. Don't thank me, thank the owner of'Clap Henry' if you want to, maybe that **** I thought of this day at the beginning."

Jonah took a lot of effort to identify the pile of things. It can be seen that the core is his beloved steam puppet toy. It is surrounded by crooked iron plates and reinforced with interlaced iron pipes. The iron pipes are decorated with several A brown leather belt.

The old man dragged him to his side and sat down, and said in a vague voice that couldn’t be changed, “I’m too old, I can’t remember things, I can’t remember what I was like when I was your age. But I remember that at that time, I had a best friend named Henry. He was the son of a farmer. We all like to play with machinery. We watched the pumping machine work on the farm, and it was one day at a glance.

Then one day, we fell out because of arguing about how humans fly. I said that stars fly in the sky, and people must be able to do it; he said that it is illogical, only mechanical wings are the only ones that fly into the sky. method.

Later, we went to different cities to learn knowledge. He joined the Steam Puppet Master Association. I was fancyed by the astrologer tutor and became an observer of the night sky.

Time flies so fast, we contact from time to time, but always quarrel.

Finally, in a year when wrinkles crawled across his cheeks, he made a huge steam flying machine with six pairs of huge mechanical wings; I solved the fundamental problem of floating in the air by relying on my own balanced star array. At that time, it was the peak of our career. The five major associations put all their attention on us. He is the ‘Henry of Motivation’ and I am the ‘Koshava of Rules’. ——We agreed to start a competition. "

The old man Koshava looked at some place in the vast plain with erratic eyes under his eyelids, and spoke leisurely.

Jonah sat next to him holding the package, and asked: "What about then?"

"...Then reality proved that we were all wrong. The steel was too heavy and the star array was too weak. He fell to the ground and I fainted in the turbulence. The Association found him and rescued me from the Colombo people. Luckily, we are all alive, but he broke his right leg.

One year later, we, almost forgotten by the five major associations, built the steamship "Lame Henry". The core of the airship is the balanced star array made by me using the world’s largest e-class black crystal. It was designed by him. The six pairs of steam-powered wing drive and steering. Look, the **** answer turned out to be so simple. If we didn't separate at the time, we might have already succeeded. "

"...You rarely tell me this." Jonah said softly, feeling the warmth and weakness of the astrological teacher beside him, who was very different from usual.

"I'm a little shy." Koshava said. "I don’t know how to communicate with young people. In addition, I always forget your name. In short,'Lame Henry' is the only souvenir. For such a big guy, we no longer have the energy and enthusiasm to complete. However, he This little gadget I gave you left a delicate back door."

Speaking, Koshava gave a slight tap on the machine, and the steam puppet's belly opened a small space, and there was a black crystal the size of an egg shining and buzzing,-this is A sign that the star array is working.

"Old Henry said that traveling the world is his dream for the rest of his life. I think he still has the mind to fly higher. I am faster than him, alas. This is the only'crimp Henry' in the world. On the second, I think he and I will have no chance to cooperate in the future. Here, your parting souvenir. Do you like it?"

While talking, Koshava asked Jona to put on his robe, set up the workbook, tied the package and the staff, thought for a while, took off his horoscope apprentice badge, and stuffed it into a deerskin bag. He was locked firmly with the lame Henry II with a few leather straps.

"Look, pull this belt to control the direction. This valve determines the output power of the star array, that is, the flight altitude. The five joysticks determine the speed and pitch of the flight. Don't worry, it will not be more difficult than your exercises. You said that you want to go to Cherry Crossing. The energy of this black crystal is enough for you to fly there, away from the cavalry and mobs of the Zawi Empire, and go south and a little west. You know how to tell the direction. I can’t help you how to go in the future. , Young man, may the stars illuminate your way forward. I hope you have better luck than me."

Jonah stood on the edge of the roof with a heavy machine on his back, and looked back at the teacher. Koshava seemed to smile in his messy beard, or maybe just a cough.

A thrust came from his back, and Jonah felt a flicker. He lost his support under his feet, and the wind rose fiercely. He looked around in a panic and found himself floating in the air. The vast red soil plain stretches under the feet, and you can vaguely see the wisps of smoke from the ruins of the remote Redstone Fort.

"Let’s go. Yesterday we had a good chat. I hope I can live till the day when I see you again. Besides, what is your name? Yogg? Yogg, actually I still miss Redstone Castle 13 The beautiful waitress in the pub, really, not afraid to be ashamed."

Six pairs of translucent wings spread out slowly from both sides of the lame Henry II. The steam puppet increased its speed, and whispered white smoke. The twelve wings moved against the fan and accelerated suddenly, and Yog felt the wind as hard as it was. The wall came oncoming, he looked back with difficulty, and the teacher at the edge of the roof had become a small black spot on the distant giant pillar.

He wanted to ask loudly, "Teacher, do you also feel that something evil is coming to the world, and a huge catastrophe is about to happen?" The teacher drifted away. Under the bright sunshine of the open red soil plain, except for the scorched earth, there was only a line of black and crushed cavalry snaking away in the direction he had left.