Chapter 591
C591
"Oh, oh...!" exclaimed Bouvard in admiration, completely unaware of the fact even in his dreams as he gazed at the machinery and blueprints with insatiable wonder.
"Is this what you call engineering? Ha! Hey, unfortunate youth. Do you really think this is just engineering?"
Young, the so-called Qwaul seemed to be warming his face for some reason.
The products of the Golden Snow Tribe made the bandit leader Qwaul look like a muscular young man.
The face hidden by the beard also seemed quite handsome.
"It's engineering."
"Idiot! This isn't just engineering, it's art, art! Ah, it's frustrating to leave such a precious work in the hands of people like you. Complex and geometrical codes, designs that no masterpiece can match."
Since all the complicated codes that Bouvard mentioned had been created by Qwaul, he was receiving both curses and praises from him at the same time.