To the southwest of Cecil City, a large facility is located in the connection between the dark mountains and the forest. The thick high walls separate the entire facility from the outside world. At each node of the high wall, you can see towering magical obelisks, as well as posts and fire platforms guarding near the obelisks. Soldiers patrol the high walls, all with guns and live ammunition. There is also a road extending from the rear of the base to the dark mountains, pointing far away in the direction of the fortress. Another road extends from the side of the base to the dense forest in the west, where it is the direction of the No. 1 Dragoon Training Base.

This large facility is one of several testing and processing bases under the Magic Technology Department.

Deep in the facilities, the independent building in the office area stands in a huge hole made based on natural mountainous mountains. The flag of the Cecil Empire hung from the high dome to the ground along the mountain wall. A middle-aged male researcher passed through the mechanical connection bridge between the isolation inspection area and the office area, and walked into the building under the gaze of the imperial flag.

Compared with the relatively severe and depressing base environment, the building has bright lights and relaxing colors. On the long main corridor, the soft light emitted by the magic crystal stone lamps sprinkled from the top, and a soft light fell on the shoulders of the middle-aged researcher, and bright reflections appeared on his head.

A young female researcher came from the opposite side, stopped in front of the middle-aged man and greeted him politely: "Ri'an, Leslie Think Tank."

"Miss Fanny," Marin Leslie, who has been promoted from a senior researcher to a "think tank", nodded to the girl in front of him who had graduated from Imperial College and was transferred here not long ago. "I just received the news that the large anti-gravity unit sent from Pompeii has passed the Panshi Harbor checkpoint and should arrive at Baishui River Port soon. You will take the procedures to handle the handover tomorrow - you should be familiar with the relevant procedures, right?"

"Yes, Leslie Think Tank," the young assistant researcher nodded vigorously, with the unique vitality of young people and the expectation of performing important tasks. "Don't worry, I have done handovers with my mentors several times, and there will definitely be no problem."

"Well," Marin Leslie replied, and asked casually, "Is the minister in the office here today?"

"Yes, the Minister came early this morning and wanted to personally handle several technical processes in engine linkage - now in the office on the second floor."

"Okay, I'll go there now-Miss Fanny, don't forget to tell you what I told you."

After this small episode, Marin Leslie bid farewell to the young assistant researcher and went straight to the second floor of the office area, and stopped at the end of the spacious and bright corridor. In front of it was the office of the highest person in charge of the Magic Technology Department, and it was a respectable royal family member. Although almost everyone in this era was consciously weakening many of the rules and habits of the old aristocratic era, Marin, who came from the Leslie family, still retained some of the "criterion" that had been adhered to for decades. He stopped in front of this door, quickly sorted out every detail of his clothes, and adjusted his expression in place, then stepped forward to prepare to knock on the door.

But before his finger was about to touch the door panel, the sound from the office stopped his movements. He heard two voices, one of which was obviously his immediate superior, and the other was His Excellency the Great Consul of the Empire—

"You've exceeded your budget for the third time! Rebecca! Although your project is highly prioritized now, you have to consider our finances - why not do a few more simulation experiments in the Origin Lab?!"

"I've done it, aunt...but the Origin Laboratory is not omnipotent. Who knows that there will be an extra magic tremor after the simultaneous activation of the plural anti-gravity ring... But don't worry! We have found a way to export the magic tremor in time! Just add a layer of mitral coating between the first-level dynamic ridge and the second-level dynamic ridge. Oh, let me tell you, aunt, Pompeii..."

"I've said it many times. When communicating at work, I'm called me the Grand Administrator!"

"Oh, okay, aunt, the new factory built by Pompeii has been shipped! In the past two days, we will know whether the anti-gravity unit on the production line meets the standards. If it meets the requirements, the cost can be reduced by more than half..."

"I hope the situation can be the same as you said, otherwise I will have to carry you to my ancestors when the next financial settlement is settled!"

"Hey, hey, don't worry, aunt, I'm sure I didn't ask..."

"Stop - you'd better call me aunt. Damn, I really should have found you a etiquette teacher with both civil and military qualities..."

"Hey, aunt, you are too harsh. Mr. Bolber was actually good at that time. Although he was not good at boxing, his body skills were quite desirable..."

Marin Leslie, a member of the Leslie family, a progressive scholar with good education and active acceptance of the transformation of the new imperial order, one of the oldest technicians in the Magic Technology Department, and the "think tank" with the least hair in this class, today he encountered the biggest middle-aged workplace crisis in his life in front of his immediate boss.

It is known that your boss is being scolded by his boss's head in the room, and from the conversation, it can be judged that his boss seems to be stupid, but he is standing outside the office door at the moment, the room is not soundproofed, and everyone working here knows this. Question: If you push the door open at this time, how much bonus will be left next month?

The sound in the room had quieted down. Marin Leslie swallowed with a bit of complex expression. He knew that His Highness Rebecca was actually a person who didn't care much about details and probably wouldn't be angry because he broke through any embarrassing situation. But at this time he couldn't help but he hesitate - after all, even if the person involved was not embarrassed, he was quite embarrassed to hear this outside.

He decided to stand at the door for another two minutes, and knocked on the door after the embarrassment passed, and pretended that he had just arrived and heard nothing...

As soon as the thought turned here, Marin suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind. When he looked back, he saw Miss Fanny walking towards a nearby office - she came up to get the documents.

"Leslie think tank?" Fanny also saw Marin standing at the door of the minister's office and shouted in surprise, "Have you not seen the minister yet? She is in the office..."

Marin stammered his neck, and after holding it in for a long time, he could only say one sentence: "...Thank you for the reminder."

"You don't have to be polite~~" The young assistant researcher smiled happily, turned around and walked into the room, leaving Marin Leslie with an awkward look on his face, standing at the door of the minister's office. After a while, Mr. Marin, who often felt the pressure of the workplace, sighed and grabbed his head. The remaining hair around his head seemed to loosen a little again - then he reached out to knock on the door, and soon heard a familiar female voice coming from inside: "Come in, the door is not locked."

Marin pushed the door and entered the office. He saw Rebecca sitting behind the large desk, as if in a daze. A magic net terminal next to him seemed to have just turned off, and the runes around the projection crystal were still emitting a slight afterglow.

"Uh...Minister," Marin said hello with a tough bullet, "I'll report to you..."

"Malin," Rebecca said casually while maintaining her sensual state of wandering around the world, "I suddenly have a place of doubt..."

Marin Leslie immediately rectified her expression and even put the report aside: "Ah, please ask."

"Are older women all have a worse temper than they did when they were young?" Rebecca looked at the old subordinate in front of her with a serious look. "I always feel that my aunt has become more and more irritable in the past two years..."

Marin was sweating coldly on the spot - this thing is a question!

Fortunately, Rebecca didn't expect the middle-aged bachelor who had not even married his wife to answer such a highly professional question. She just muttered like this, and then muttered herself and moved the topic to another direction: "Oh, forget it, in short, next time I meet Pitman, I'll ask him to help with some calming potions. Maybe my aunt will not care about the budget when she is happy..."

Marin's cold sweat had never stopped before, and at this time he watched his boss run wildly towards the new direction of death. He wanted to make a reminder, but he had no idea how to open the topic - and before he thought about how to speak, Rebecca's voice had already come again: "Forget it, don't think about this for now, Marin, what are you going to report?"

This sentence was like the sound of nature, and fresh air suddenly poured into Marin's trachea. He couldn't help but breathe and quickly brought the topic to the right track: "Yes, Minister. First of all, it's about the anti-gravity unit that has just been removed from the Pompeii factory. I just sent a message from Panshi Port that the fast cargo ship has crossed the checkpoint and should be able to arrive at Baishui River Port tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I have arranged for someone to hand over it."

"Oh? Have you passed the Rock Harbor? That's really fast," Rebecca suddenly showed a happy look and swayed on the chair with a smile. "That's good. We can quickly install the new anti-gravity ring onto the test frame. There is no need to stop and wait for a series of projects in the test field... Is there any other good news?"

"Ms. Selena, a bachelor of the node, sent a message that Glen Heavy Industry's experimental workshop No. 1 was successfully launched," Marin nodded. "According to her judgment, the performance of the neural network under the control of the wet parts host in a practical environment is in line with expectations, and all parameters are in line with or close to the conclusion calculated in the laboratory environment - she described that 'the entire factory came alive, and each machine operated as flexible as a human being's control of its own limbs, and was not as stiff as the old manual pull rods and buttons'."

"Such a high evaluation?" Rebecca suddenly raised her eyebrows, and then she felt a little regretful, "Oh, it's a pity that I was not on the scene. I really want to see how the first 'smart workshop' in human history started... "

Then she shook her head and refocused her thoughts on the main business. Her eyes looked at the documents on the desk. Between those documents and rulers, a large sketch was spread out on the desktop, and the sketch out something that seemed strange to those who did not know the truth—

It looks like a ship with an extremely strange shape, or some kind of "building" that can move like a vehicle. The tower next to it is used as a reference for proportions shows that this strange thing has a huge volume. However, in the various parts of this strange and huge "ship", there are no sails, paddles or other structures that should be found in normal ships. Instead, there are large magic devices distributed throughout its hulls. They include a large number of anti-gravity rings with a diameter of more than ten meters, energy release grilles with a length of nearly a hundred meters, magic capacitors arranged continuously, and a more dazzling magic mechanism.

At the bottom of this drawing, the printed characters with rigid lines are marked with a code representing top secret: Project 115.

This is just a sketch, and the details contained are far from the real engineering blueprint. However, just such a sketch is so complicated that it can make young technicians who have just been exposed to magic technology dizzy.

Of course, this was not designed by Rebecca herself - although she is indeed a very talented magic expert, the truly cutting-edge magic technology has long developed to an extent beyond personal talent. This sketch and the entire design plan related to it are the result of hundreds of experts from the Magic Technology Department, plus the collaborative scholars from several other research departments working day and night. This not only includes a large amount of arguments and calculations in the real world, but also countless derivations and simulations performed under the acceleration of time in the Origin Laboratory.

The project behind this drawing is one of the most ambitious plans of the Empire in this exciting new era.

"Anti-gravity device... The ancestors once said that this was one of the most convenient technologies in the world, and it was even more convenient to the point of cheating. And such an important technology should not be limited to the creation of some 'guns' like a dragoon or a cloud base," Rebecca looked at the things on the sketch and said slowly with a hint of emotion. "Sometimes, even I can't understand how the incredible ideas of our ancestors came up. To be honest, when he came up with the plan of 'Magic Sky Fortress', I was shocked..."

"Your Majesty once said that his inspiration was the temple of the stars of the elves," Marin Leslie said in a little admiration, and when he saw the drawing on the table, he had a little more pride in his eyes. "But I still want to say... The temple of the stars has been running in the sky of this world for so many years, and everyone naturally regards it as a 'undoubted miracle'. Only our Majesty can think of using manpower to copy this miracle - this kind of vision is incomparable to others."

"The ancestors said, don't despise the vision of the ancients because of our achievements today. It was not that people in the past did not want to do it, but because of the limitations of technology and era background. The elves spent so many years trying to repair their Star Temple. If they had a way, wouldn't they want to create a new one?" Rebecca shook his head and said something very reasonable, "And the things we want to build cannot be compared with the Star Temple. Whether in terms of scale or internal parameters, the aerial fortress of the Star Temple of Star Temple cannot be copied by today's technology... but we can try to create a downgraded version."

Marin Leslie listened to the words of His Highness the princess, and a smile gradually appeared on her face: "If you can make one, you can make ten."
Chapter completed!