For Carmier, this is a whole new era—even a whole new world.

The powerful Gondor Empire, the supreme glory of human beings, the advanced magic technology, and all the glory in his memory have disappeared. A thousand years can eliminate many things, and the brilliant civilization created by mankind also seems insignificant in the face of the great power of this time.

To be honest, he felt uncomfortable.

But the experience of being imprisoned in the shadow world for thousands of years gave him a mind that was far beyond ordinary people. Generally speaking, such experiences would only lead to two consequences, either hysterical madness or calmness that transcends mortality.

He has gone through that stage of hysteria—and has been lucky enough to transition to a state where he can calmly think.

So he is very clear that he must recognize the reality and accept the new era today. At least, he must understand what environment he will survive in the future.

It is said that humans have experienced large-scale dynasties of technology and society. Today's human countries are almost built from scratch on barren land. In exchange with people in the territory, he heard many incredible places in this era. The regression of technology and the barbaricity of contemporary humans made him stunned - although he could no longer do this in terms of physiology - and the only thing that is fortunate is that the ancient lord who returned from the tomb like him is also a Gondor man who still retains his glory. Under his governance, this pioneering land is not so barbaric.

This is really the greatest luck for Carmier.

Under Gao Wen's guidance, he came to the mechanical manufacturing site on the east side of the territory. This place used to develop mechanical equipment made him feel very friendly. Although the mechanical equipment here is very different from the magic workshop of the ancient Gondor Empire, he felt a familiar atmosphere here: the technicians are obsessed with research and manufacturing, and new ideas collide in the work area. This is a good place for research and learning.

A silver-white metal ball with an exaggerated smiley face on the surface floated to Carmier. Carmier looked at the metal ball in front of him in shock, and the latter floated up and down slightly in front of him, and a metal vibrato sound came from the inside of the ball: "Hello, I heard you are coming."

Carmire was stunned again (on the psychological level). He found that the technicians around him - those who had no magic reaction on them, and they didn't know how these ordinary people participated in magic research - all looked here with curiosity and respect, so he realized that the metal ball in front of him might be the person in charge of this place. He was very surprised: "You are..."

"You can call me Nicholas Egg, or you can call me Egg for short," the metal ball floated up and down with a reserved attitude. "I am the director of Cecil Machinery Manufacturing Institute and the responsible ball of the mechanical research and development department."

"I'm Carmier Sren, just call me Carmier," Carmier introduced himself a little awkwardly. He didn't expect that he needed to communicate with a ball - he finally remembered that the Lord once told him that there were many strange existences on this land like him, and he obviously underestimated this point. "The Lord asked me to learn from you... about the problem of adapting to this society. He said that you were also found by him from the fortress of disobedience."

"Ah, disobeying fortress... We finally figured out the name of the ruins - come with me, I'll take you to visit this place and let you know the technical route we are taking," General Nicholas Egg turned around, and his funny silver-white face glanced at the technicians around him, "What are you joining in here! Is the impact resistance test of the new rune substrate done?!"

The human technicians scattered, and the silver-white dome continued: "I did come out of it. I was in the fortress of disobedience a thousand years ago, but I was in the middle-level area and I was not in the same place as you."

"Are you really the person in the fortress?" Carmier looked at the metal ball beside him in shock, "My God... I thought my life form had changed greatly enough... What research did you do in the fortress back then?"

The Nicholas egg slowed down slightly: "…being studied."

Carmier: "…"

"That experience was not pleasant, but if I had time, I could talk to you slowly," Nicholas Egg floated forward. "Now we are passing through the first assembly workshop, and you can see how the industrial power on this land was made. Most of the ideas for these machines and equipment came from our lords, but the specific drawing designs are now done by me and the technicians. Of course, occasionally other departments will design and order, and we will do it."

"... Almost all ordinary people..." Carmier looked at the scene in the workshop in surprise, "Where is their mage master? Could it be that these ordinary people just let the magic mechanisms be tactful?"

"Master's 'master'? There is no master' here," Nicholas Egg said, buzzing, "You must completely forget your past habits. These skilled magicians do not need any guidance from mage masters. What restricts them are the operating procedures and safety rules in the workshop. The mages in the territory will not be called masters under any circumstances. Their task is to conduct research in the laboratory and teach students in school."

“…I feel like I really need time to get used to it.”

"You'd better adapt quickly," said Nicholas Egg. "Next, we head to the machining center, and I'll show you how ordinary people use the power of magical mechanisms to make parts."

...

Amber returned to the territory and entered Cecil's territory with her hundreds of people... dressed in simple style and had personality and were energetic folk social activists.

Even in winter, Cecil's ling still maintains a super construction speed with new changes every day. Standing in the square at the entrance of the town, Amber found that the "merchant party hall" that was only a framework when she set off had entered the stage of main body capping. A newly manufactured mechanical lifting device was delivering a large pile of building materials that had reduced weight to the upper floor of the building. She couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, I came back early... I'm afraid I'll have to ask people for directions half a month later..."

Scarface Anton and the witch Jipley who got off the caravan looked at the scene in front of them in a daze--they obviously didn't expect that the Cecil lord, which was said to have just been developed for less than a year, had already been built to this level, and they didn't expect that in this cold winter season, there was still another territory that could be so prosperous.

They came from the northern part of the Leslie territory, which was already a rare and prosperous place in the southern part of the kingdom. Even so, the towns they lived in were still depressed after the beginning of winter. People were reluctant to go out in the snow and ice. The poor lived in their shacks with the grain stored for the winter for several meters. The wealthy lived around the fireplace in their mansions and waited for the spring. Lawless people like them were drunk and dreaming in the tavern. This was their "normal way of spending the winter". The Cecile Territory's normal life against the cold wind and started construction from all directions was obviously unheard of.

But before being infected by this atmosphere, the first thing these gangsters, scoundrels, liars and thieves felt was nervous and uneasy, because they could see the order in the bustling town in front of them, and they could also see the security personnel patrolling the streets in neat and light armor. Such a town was obviously "thorny" for people like them.

The "village social activists" who are used to living a life of stealing and hiding from patrols are not yet adapted to this legal entry. They even forgot that they have obtained permission to enter the city...

As the leader of Amber's departure, Scarface Anton stepped forward to ask the boss on behalf of everyone: "Sister, is it really Cecil's leader?"

"What else?" Amber turned around and frowned and looked at the guys who either trembled or looked at the scattered guys after getting off the caravan, and shouted loudly, "Everyone is more energetic! Hold your head up! Aren't you all very yelling when you're in the car? Why are you all so nauseated at this time - you were hired by the lord! You didn't come across the border secretly!"

Such a large group of people gathered in the square must be conspicuous. At this time, the patrol members had noticed the movement in the square. A team of patrol personnel walked towards the square. The witch Jiple saw the soldiers wearing armor and swords from afar. She immediately reminded Amber nervously: "Sister, there are soldiers coming!"

The others became nervous instinctively when they saw the soldiers approaching, but Amber curled his lips and turned to the soldiers and raised his hand to greet them: "Hey! I'm here!"

The patrol team leader noticed who was the leader of the group. He quickly led the people forward and saluted: "Miss Amber! The Lord is already waiting for you!"

Then he glanced at the new guest No. 10 and smiled: "The Lord also ordered that if you bring people here, you can take them directly to the old barracks north of Knight Street to take a temporary rest, and they are ready to come out there."

"I know," Amber nodded, "but these people don't have any rules, I'm afraid they will cause trouble..."

"The old barracks are no longer used now, so they cannot affect..."

"No, I mean, I will be responsible for educating these people after they cause trouble. Don't stop them then--you can't beat them to death."

The young security captain was obviously not very comfortable with the way of communicating with Amber: "..."

After the security patrol left, Scarfaced Anton dared to speak. He had a hint of surprise and awe: "Sister, are you... really a high-ranking person? Even the lord's soldiers saluted you!"

"Nonsense, haven't I said it long ago? I'm the lord guard now," Amber glanced at the bald man, "And if I don't have this identity, how do you think I got you a pass order issued by Viscount Andrew Leslie?"

Anton smiled: "Master Viscount wishes people like us can get out of his territory quickly."
Chapter completed!