Dust of History Chapter 74:

"It's a pity, if magic scrolls were pressed mechanically like printed books, one sheet would be one sheet at a time... By the way, that guy Duo Zhi has nothing to do with machines. Research, you should go back to Matthew Maria to find him..."

"Do you like magic scrolls?"

"Huh?" Lord Borugan was a little surprised. It's not that I was surprised by this question, but I was a little surprised that Gru would ask this question, which is a bit strange.

"Do you like magic scrolls?" Gru repeated, with the same voice, the same tone, the same tone, without any change in expression.

Master Borugan replied honestly: "From the perspective of the scroll itself, I don't really like it. In fact, I have always hated things related to magicians... But these things are very important to Oufu. But it's a good thing."

Gru asked noncommittally: "I know that in terms of work, you, like Sedros, are the most important and the most accomplished people in Oufu, but Oufu has nothing to do with you. You Do you think building Oufu is interesting?"

"Interesting, very interesting." Borugan-sama nodded. This is also honest, but he is getting more and more confused.

The time he had known Gru was not long, and it must not be considered too short. But he has never met Gru asking such a seemingly 'personal' question.

At least as far as he saw and heard, General Grew's words were not many, they were all simple and clear, and they were all related to Oufu, and there was never any obvious sign of personal nature from his words and deeds. Sometimes he really doubts whether this man is a golem, a golem that exists for Oufu and fighting. Except for the obvious and dazzling feature of being 'strong', he seems to have no hobbies, no friendships, no personality to spare, and it seems that he doesn't even have the "humanity" that a normal person should have. feel.

"En." Gru nodded slightly, "I also think it's very interesting. Sedros didn't lie to me, it's really interesting, much more interesting than Negan."

"Sit down and have a chat slowly, General Gelu." Lord Borugan stood up, he was very curious.

"No, I like to stand. I just want to talk to you casually." General Gelu didn't move, still standing straight. He never seemed to sit when he could stand. Rest, rest, relaxation, these concepts are completely alien to him.

"I hate scrolls too." Gru frowned, showing some rare disgust on his face.

"Anyone can use it, anyone can kill it."

"Oh, I'm sure it is." Lord Borugan nodded, but this day is also the value of the scroll. Even Lancelot, the most powerful paladin in the mainland, can't fight with ten magic apprentices at the same time. He uses the ultimate scroll. A martial artist like Lancelot has only appeared in the entire continent for decades. And it only takes a few days for ten advanced scrolls and a group of magicians.

"It's really boring, very boring. It's so boring that even something that was originally interesting becomes boring." Gru said lightly.

"Perhaps." Master Borugan scratched his head. He also didn't quite understand the meaning of Gru's words. Perhaps he was recalling the three captains of the Judas Knights who were killed by the curse. Mr. Borugan remembered that Gru said a very short sentence after he came back that day, "Sorry, boring". Maybe he was saying that although going to the Sand Fes Mountains to mine now is for Oufu, it is boring to make a lot of scrolls.

It seems that this rare glimpse of emotion has been sent out, and Gelu turns around and walks towards the door.

"General Gelug, do you know about crossbows?" Borugan-sama said suddenly.

"I know." Gru stopped and turned around to answer.

"Now in our Orc, the Scorpion and many other orcs are equipped with crossbows, all kinds of crossbows. There are also huge ballistas. The crossbows are very powerful and easy to operate. But In the early days when the crossbow appeared, it was banned by many generals and even the pope at that time. The reason is the same as what you just said: anyone can use it, and anyone can kill it. A commoner who does not know any martial arts, as long as there is a well-made crossbow A crossbow, it is possible to kill a battle-tested knight." Borugan-sama shrugged his shoulders. "But now any army is equipped with this thing. The reason is very simple, this thing is practical enough."

Gru looked at Master Borugan silently for a while, then nodded: "You mean the scroll is inevitable."

"Technology and props are originally developed in the direction of becoming stronger and more useful. The guys I wanted to invent were the first officers to equip troops with crossbows. They must be the same as what I just said It’s the same as when I picked up the scroll, I found it very interesting.”

"Maybe." Gru nodded.

"It used to be a crossbow, but now it is a scroll, and it will definitely be something more powerful in the future. A brother of mine who studies alchemy and mechanics once told me that maybe in the future, it may not even need to rely on warriors, but rely on props .One finger down, dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of elite fighters died under the props in an instant. Not only in war, maybe other places also rely on props..."

"A boring world." Gru said coldly.

"But the pursuit of these people must be for fun. It's like you and I are making a lot of boring things like magic scrolls for fun things like Oufu's development. Hey... what is this logic? ..." Lord Borugan pinched his chin and thought for a while. "In the process of pursuing fun, we end up making the world more and more boring?"

"Boring." Gru thought for a while, then left this sentence lightly, turned around and left.

"Well, it turned out to be such a truth..." Mr. Borugan was still pinching his wide chin, trying to figure out the reasoning result he just came up with. After thinking for a long time, I didn't seem to be able to think clearly, so I picked up the file next to me and looked at it, muttering the same sentence in my mouth. "Damn... think about so many things you don't want to do... what should you do or what should you do..."

In the cabin, Grandma Al was sitting at the table listening attentively to Asa's words.

There were not many times when the two of them sat in front of the fruit and talked like this. It was just that Asa listened carefully to Granny Al's narration and teachings for twenty minutes, but now it was completely reversed.

The conversation lasted for a long time, and Asa had too many things to say. Starting from Shante's tunnel, encountering Lancelot, the hilt of the Dark Star was snatched away, then Molier's sudden shot, and finally Molier's narration and truth. These are all things that are unexpected and unimaginable. However, the look of surprise on Granny Al's face wasn't too serious, it was just surprise, but Deng didn't lose color.

"Lancelot's boss actually went to get Morlier's idea, he was really too courageous... No, it should be said that Magnus's letter was too courageous. I remember that guy didn't seem to be This kind of personality is... an accident." Granny Al smiled wryly and shook her head. "However, the most surprising thing is that the truth of the Dark Star is actually this, the great Lord Archibald, I really admire you..."

Grandma Al suddenly asked: "You haven't told Sandro this yet, guess what his reaction will be when he hears it?"

"What's the reaction?" Asa thought for a while, furious? Swear? Go to Negan to find Morrill or go back to Dejagu? He shook his head. "I don't know, I can't guess."

Grandma Al sighed with a wry smile. "I can't even imagine how he would feel when he knew that the thing that had troubled him for half his life was actually like this. We used to be self-righteous, persistent, obsessed, angry, and confused, so we put Ah Lord Mobad’s last words were like that, but I still sneered at that little girl Vidnina, saying she was crazy. In fact, who of us didn’t use our own hearts to forcefully interpret Archibald’s words? In the end I have been trapped by my own delusions for half my life... this is probably the punishment for our being far away from a clear and lofty heart."

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do?" Grandma Al looked at Asa and asked.

Asa replied. "I'd better go to Celeste."

Grandma Al shook her head and said: "If you want to get back the hilt~IndoMTL.com~ I advise you not to go again. Since there is no great unchangeable prophecy, then don't go again Get involved with this thing. You have suffered a lot for this thing, and I don't want you to take any more risks. Since you are going to Lancelot, you must be prepared."

"Since the hilt is something like that, let it stay in Celeste. I know Magnus, he has no interest in touching this thing."

"I know, since he left a message, he will definitely wait for me to go. But I'm not afraid." Asa smiled. The two dead knights, Rodhart and Silica, have fully recovered, and He still had the crystal that Morel had given him.

Grandma Al said lightly: "Don't be too complacent, don't think that your current strength is good. In terms of experience and scheming, you are far from Lancelot's opponent, let alone Magnus. And Brilliant Castle is not a place where you can come and go at will, even if I want to assassinate Durkon next year, I will wait until he is out of the game

Lester can do it. "

"It doesn't matter, their defenses are supposed to be around the hilt of the Black Star, but I just went to help Molier throw something there, and... there are two people to find."