Chapter 121 : Researching Technology, Avril Arrives at Lemon Port
Chapter 121: Researching Technology, Avril Arrives at Lemon Port
Holy Light Town had truly widened its horizons these past few days.
A pile of strangely shaped metal objects.
Had been carried out from that mysterious ruin and stacked haphazardly in a corner of the town square.
There were broken metal arms.
Inside were gears and glowing circuits so intricate they made one’s scalp tingle.
There were half-man-tall square boxes.
Their surfaces were covered in symbols and buttons no one could understand.
There were also some alloy plates with no clear purpose, etched with patterns as complex as webs.
These objects, full of technological presence.
Mixed among the town’s simple wooden cabins, stone walls, and rising cooking smoke.
The contrast in style was simply overwhelming!
“啧啧, these iron lumps look even finer than the armor forged by dwarves!”
A guard who had just rotated off duty circled around the pile, clicking his tongue in amazement.
He wanted to reach out and touch them, yet feared breaking something.
“Lady Liz said this is called ‘technology’, created by an ancient alchemy master named Eldwin.”
‘It’s said that even ordinary people could gain extraordinary power from using them!’
Someone beside him explained excitedly.
Though he himself barely understood half of it.
“For real? Without magic or battle aura?”
“Then won’t we be able to use iron bulls to pull plows when farming in the future?”
“More than that!”
“Look at those diagrams—there are even iron carts that can run by themselves!”
The onlookers chattered noisily.
Their faces filled with curiosity and longing for the future.
This lively scene was more festive than an actual celebration.
Liz’s efficiency was extremely high.
Very quickly, she gathered all the blacksmiths, carpenters, and craftsmen in the town who possessed any skills.
Even the dozen or so educated teachers and priests were summoned together.
She pointed at the pile of relic products.
As well as the mural rubbings and structural sketches she had brought back.
Her expression was serious as she spoke: “Everyone! These items may contain the power to change our destiny! Lord Angel also places great importance on them.”
She swept her gaze across the group, her tone both encouraging and pressuring.
“We now have physical references, and we have partial diagrams.”
“Many of the fundamental principles remain unclear, but that’s fine.”
“We will start by imitating them first. Even if we can only make a crude prototype, it is already a tremendous step forward!”
The craftsmen surrounded those precise components, both marveling and aching in the head.
Old blacksmith Hans had hammered iron his entire life.
Looking at the alloy’s mirror-like fractured surface, he sucked air through his teeth: “This… how was this joined together? There isn’t even a hammer mark!”
“And these lines—finer than my wife’s embroidery—how were they carved in?”
The research progress.
Unfolded exactly as Liz had expected—slow enough to drive one mad.
Without foundational theory.
Such as why those patterns could conduct energy.
Why certain combinations of structures could produce mechanical force.
Everyone was groping purely by experience and intuition, no different from blind men feeling an elephant.
Sitting within the main body of the church, Lynn observed everything.
His divine sense swept over the group of craftsmen scratching their heads.
He sighed inwardly.
“Sigh, I knew it would be like this.”
“With only physical objects and diagrams, no foundation in mathematics, physics, or chemistry—reverse-engineering this is far too difficult.”
He wanted to directly slap calculus, classical physics, and basic chemistry onto Liz and the others.
But back then he himself had only been average.
After so many years, most of it had already been returned to his teachers.
Now digging through his memory, he could only recall the shallowest bits.
“It can’t be helped—helping a little is still helping!”
Lynn steeled himself and decided to do something.
He could not manifest divinity outright to teach them science; that would be too shocking.
But he could guide them in more subtle ways.
Thus, in the next few days.
The town’s craftsmen would occasionally, while pondering a certain component.
Suddenly be struck with a burst of inspiration.
“Hey? Do you think this round wheel is easier to move because it can roll?”
“When water boils, it lifts the lid—if that force could push something…”
“When mixing these two ore powders together and heating them, it seems to produce something different…”
These scattered, seemingly irrelevant thoughts.
Often produced unexpected effects!
Although they were still tens of thousands of miles away from truly understanding technology.
At the very least, a way of thinking.
One different from magic and battle aura—one based on the natural laws of the physical world—had quietly begun to sprout…
Seeing these small changes, Lynn felt slightly comforted.
He knew.
For these technological items to truly take root and bear fruit in Holy Light Town.
A very, very long time would still be needed. It could not be rushed.
Seeing that the internal affairs of the town.
Did not require his personal involvement for the moment.
Lynn’s gaze naturally shifted toward the distant Avril.
These days.
Avril had not been idle at all.
Ever since receiving Lord Angel’s divine oracle, she had been practically galloping without rest.
Passing through Oak Town, Avril made a quick visit home.
After seeing her parents, she briefly reported that life in the Sanctuary was stable, allowing them to feel at ease.
She did not linger, directly refusing their suggestion to stay and rest a few days.
Avril hurried back onto the road.
To save time.
This magician lady—usually graceful and elegant—could no longer mind her manners.
She and coachman Burton took turns driving, resting people but not horses.
The horse pulling the carriage could only be described as extremely unlucky.
Whenever it became exhausted to the point of foaming at the mouth and slowing down.
Avril would cast a whole set of spells on it—【Energy Rejuvenation】, 【Wind of Swiftness】, 【Endurance Prolonged】…
Forcing the beast to remain in a near-frenzied state.
Charging wildly down the road!
Coachman Burton’s eyelids twitched as he watched, muttering in his heart: “This girl is ruthless to herself, but even more ruthless to the horse!”
In the end, a journey that normally took five to six days.
Was forcibly turned into one in which Avril saw the outline of the city after only three days.
At a concealed hillside about a kilometer away from Lemon Port.
Avril instructed Burton to take the carriage away first, agreeing on a signal and time to regroup.
She remained alone, lying in wait.
Upon drawing near.
The sea breeze that blew upon her immediately tightened her brows.
It no longer carried the fishy and salty scent typical of a harbor in her memory.
But instead a strong stench of rotting flesh, mixed with some kind of viscous secretion!
It assaulted the senses straight to the crown of her head, nauseating beyond belief!
Avril forced herself to endure the discomfort.
Raising the monocular telescope she had brought, she looked toward the former Lemon Port.
One look—and she almost vomited her dinner from the previous night!
Where was a human harbor anymore?
What entered her view.
Was a massive, writhing nest coated in dark-green viscous matter!