This Lord is Very Scientific-Chapter 55 - 48 Necromancer? No, I am an Artist (4k)_2
Chapter 55: Chapter 48 Necromancer? No, I am an Artist (4k)_2
Either it doesn’t currently help the territory much, or it requires a complete social foundation.
So for now, in these short five months, he temporarily won’t consider it.
However...
Seventh, [Inventor].
This profession he prepared for himself also requires extremely strong foundational knowledge.
Fortunately, he should be barely able to take on the role, especially if this profession is tied to the "lucky" bloodline; then he has even more confidence.
It’s important to understand that many inventions initially came from being lucky enough to encounter serendipitous events.
Of course, whether to be an [Inventor] or a [Scientist] is something Lin Ke is still hesitating about.
...
Having written these seven points, this not-so-big piece of parchment is almost full.
This is the most important and urgent matter for him at the moment.
And what follows are the most urgent matters, though not as important.
These tasks need to be done by Lin Ke in his spare time after completing other duties. novelbuddy-cσ๓
The first is to develop some simple industries.
Not to mention things like steam engines, generators, or fuel engines, those things need enormously strong industrial foundations to sustain.
What can be done first is actually some simple things.
Like clocks, ceramics... and paper!
The experiences from the auction reminded Lin Ke of the principles of "rarity makes things valuable" and "excessive packaging".
Some broken porcelain pieces, said to be the result of some [Scholar]’s experiment or magic, were auctioned off under the name of the "Goddess of Fortune".
And they sold for a high price in the end!
And then there are clocks.
The toughest part about clocks is actually the fine components like nuts and gears, and its design is simple. Even kinetic energy can be replaced through some small energy absorption magic arrays.
Next up are weapons, where the methods for hydraulic forging and similar techniques are simple. The challenging part is actually thinking of these methods.
Currently, weapons need to be forged individually, resulting in limited weapon production; even fewer high-quality weapons are crafted by professional [Blacksmiths].
So the urgent, yet not so important thing for now is to develop a sufficient industrial system.
And through this, enhance the productive capacity of military industry, agriculture, clothing industry, and various other industries.
With sufficient productivity, we can free up manpower.
With manpower freed, we can build a large population base.
And some rare excellent bloodlines and professions can boom in numbers through this large base.
Simultaneously, because of the huge population base and ample, even excessive, productivity, the entertainment industry will also thrive.
Lin Ke can thus earn enough gold coins, and then do more and more things, forming a virtuous cycle.
Therefore, the industrial system must be established!
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Just as Lin Ke was recording these things.
Somewhere outside the grove along the official road, two sneaky figures appeared.
The two of them sneaked into the grove one after the other and began searching for something, bending over.
After a while, the female figure exclaimed, then knelt on the ground, groping around before covering her face and sobbing softly.
The man beside her walked over and knelt by her side as well.
After a long time, the woman finally raised her head.
"That damn Young Master Like threw our Roosevelt’s body here!"
This short, chubby middle-aged woman said venomously to the man beside her: "Can’t find it!"
Roosevelt was once a member of the Guard Team and was killed on the spot by Lin Ke for fleeing from a Deep Blue Giant Tiger.
Not far from under her feet lay a dried corpse, with the scant clothing left hinting it was in the guard uniform of Azaenn Castle.
The woman’s fingers were just groping on Roosevelt’s body.
"The gilded Dominator’s power is gone... We..."
Beside her, the man’s tone was sorrowful but slightly hesitant: "Should we... join..."
"Impossible!" The short, chubby middle-aged woman’s face twisted:
"Roosevelt should have run away! The Dominator’s power would have driven him back! But he was killed by that Azanen! Otherwise, he would have definitely returned!"
"The aura he collected for us is all gone! Not a bit left! We can’t go back!"
However, just then, a rather chilling wind blew, making the man shiver.
The man looked around nervously, but saw nothing, only the densely layered trees clawing at the air.
Staring at the trees, the man got more and more creeped out, so he nudged the short chubby woman beside him, saying: "Shouldn’t we just burn Roosevelt’s body and leave? I heard there’s a Necromancer in Naseng who likes to play with corpses and is good at manipulating souls..."
"The Necromancer has long been gone, that’s just a story to fool kids in Naseng!" The short, chubby woman scolded the man first, then stared dully at the mummy, murmuring: "We need to find one of those kids again, the ones that can perfectly embody the gilded Dominator’s aura..."
The man looked aggrieved upon hearing this, feeling the despair of reality crushing his fear of the surrounding tree shadows: "There are too many powerful figures in Azanen, and without power now we are ordinary people, if discovered we might be by the castle’s..."
As he mentioned the castle, the woman next to him interrupted again: "Shut up! Shut up! Don’t mention Azanen to me! Those damned nobles should all die! They should all die!..."
The woman cursed loudly, and as she cursed, she didn’t seem satisfied, and stood up to hit and kick the man.
The man, frightened, curled up covering his head, but after a few hits, he couldn’t help but fight back, standing up and slapping the woman: "Stop! If it weren’t for you wanting to enter the Light Prism Altar back then, how would we have ended up in Naseng for no reason!"
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