When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 681 - 639: ry Court Barracks No. 1 Textile Factory

Under the guidance of Factory Director Hezi, Leonardo stepped into the Holy Machinery Court No.1 Textile Factory located downstream of the Parra River.

They passed through the changing room and office, entering a wooden factory hall as large as a church.

The first thing that caught Leonardo's eye was a gigantic monstrosity, shaped like a square iron box, connected by countless rivets, and as large as three or four wardrobes stuck together.

In the center was a circular riveted iron plate covering the Rotating Holy Machine, with its outer layer filled with haphazard connecting rods and complex gears.

A main shaft extended from its side, with a windmill-like wheel attached, which had a connecting rod nailed to it. The rod passed through a series of gears, connected by a thick belt to two rows of looms.

Leonardo blinked his eyes; without any water power, wind power, or animal pulling, the windmill-like wheel was actually spinning on its own!

He walked around the big iron box for a full two laps, almost digging three feet into the ground, yet he still couldn't find the power source.

In other words, the power source really was inside this iron box.

This large dark monster sat at the end of the workshop like a king, tirelessly moving the drive shaft.

The thick main drive shaft continuously transmitted power to each loom through sturdy belts.

Leonardo didn't count precisely, but there were at least thirty looms in front of him, all driven by this one Rotating Holy Machine.

What kind of power, or rather, what kind of endurance did it take for this?

Could it be that they had trapped a tireless Great Knight inside that iron box, forcing him to keep turning the handle?

"Could you open the cover of that Rotating Holy Machine and let me take a look?" Leonardo almost pleaded with Weaving Factory Director Hezi.

Hezi hesitated at first but remembered the instructions sent by the Mechanical Palace before departure and nodded, "I'll send someone to ask. If His Eminence agrees, then you can see it."

"That's fair." Leonardo eagerly rubbed his hands together, pointing at the two rows of looms in front of him, "Can I take a closer look?"

"Of course, please go ahead." Hezi gestured invitingly with his gear-iron hand.

Leonardo immediately pounced like a wolf seeing fresh meat or a dog finding hot excrement.

No matter what kind of loom it was, the principle of weaving was very simple.

Assuming there are ten spinning threads numbered one to ten from left to right, perpendicular to the weaver, these are called warp threads, while another thread placed in the shuttle, parallel to the weaver, is called the weft thread.

Threads one, three, five, seven, and nine are tied to the first wooden stick, while threads two, four, six, eight, and ten are tied to the second wooden stick.

During weaving, the first wooden stick is lifted, placing one, three, five, seven, and nine above, two, four, six, eight, and ten below, forming an angle.

Then the weft thread is passed through the angle between them, and a beater is used to compress it, thus forming fabric.

Next, switch to having two, four, six, eight, and ten on top, one, three, five, seven, and nine below, and continue to pass the weft thread through. This process repeats alternately.

Essentially, it's not much different from weaving a fishing net with ropes, just with smaller mesh.

The loom before Leonardo's eyes was similarly modified, where previously it required human effort to alternate lifting and lowering two sets of warp threads, now belts and connecting rods performed this function.

The drive belt descended from above, connected to the wheel on the side of each loom, producing a hissing friction sound and even rising dust.

Powered by the force conveyed through the belts, the connecting rods controlled the up and down movement of the wooden frame, separating the warp threads to form a shed.

Amidst the click-clack sounds, the heddle frames wound with warp threads opened and closed uniformly and rhythmically, the air filled with the scent of steam and lubricating oil.

"This, this is simply..." Leonardo expressed his thoughts directly, "This is simply like a gigantic clock in motion."

No wonder their docks accumulated so much wool yarn; he had wondered at the time if this small island had so many weavers.

Now it seems, there was no need for that many weavers to weave enough woolen fabric.

Suppressing his inner excitement, Leonardo continued to observe.

When a shed is formed, the operator must immediately step on the pedal to send the shuttle loaded with yarn flying through the shed via the guide rail.

Due to insufficient force from the steel sheets, it couldn't slide too far, so at present, Horn's loom could only weave relatively inexpensive narrow-width fabric.

Beside each Holy Mechanical Loom, a sweating operator stepped on the pedal, occasionally pausing to adjust the shuttle.

Each time they stepped on the pedal with their left or right foot, the steel sheets on both sides of the guide rail would bounce, sending the shuttle holding the weft yarn to the other side.

"Brilliant!" Leonardo quickly realized.

Previously, manual shuttle throwing was used, which involved tossing the shuttle with the weft yarn through the warp threads.

Through this simple little device and rail, with one stomp, the shuttle could zip through, boosting the frequency by five or six times compared to manually tossing the shuttle.

With this thought, Leonardo suddenly paused. Didn't this mean that the current weaving speed is far below its maximum, entirely limited by the shuttle's back-and-forth frequency?

What if something elastic is placed on both sides of the rail, and part of the belt's thrust is used to allow the shuttle to dart back and forth, wouldn't that speed up the weaving process?

Then, even the operatives working the pedals would no longer be needed.

What could be used to make the shuttle move back and forth automatically?

As he pondered, Hezi happened to return, smiling as he spoke to Leonardo, "The Military Police replied, you can look, but not touch. Is that possible?"

"Of course." Leonardo immediately tossed aside his thoughts about the shuttle and eagerly followed Hezi to the rotary sacred machine.

As the operators opened the valve, a rumbling hum accompanied by clicking gears filled their ears, and Leonardo widened his eyes with anticipation.

The internal structure of the rotary sacred machine is actually quite simple, just a set of gears paired with a bronze spring to provide initial speed to the star-cast gears.

Then the star-cast gears continuously amplify the kinetic energy provided by the bronze spring using ether and transfer it to the external gears.

But after watching for a while, Leonardo's forehead was dotted with sweat. He scrutinized the massive gears, mumbling more audibly, "Impossible, impossible, this has been disproved, it's impossible!"

He even stepped back several times, slipping and landing on his backside, his eyes filled with a look of devastation.

Because the rotary sacred machine in front of him is a mechanical structure that couldn't exist! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

This perpetual motion machine, stepping on the left foot to go to the right, had been attempted before; Leonardo had even written an article critiquing it.

But now, even a bronze spring couldn't drive such massive gears.

It was pure fantasy, yet everything in front of him was undeniably real!

"Mr. Leonardo, are you all right?" Hezi hurriedly helped Leonardo up.

"How did you do it? How did you do it?" Leonardo swiftly stood up and almost pleadingly asked Hezi, "I'll join your Pope University, just tell me."

"This machine was designed by the Mechanical Palace, I'm just a factory manager, I don't know the principles." Hezi shook his head helplessly.

But Leonardo wouldn't give up; as soon as he got up, he rushed over again, almost sticking his head between the star-cast gears and the connecting rods, "Damn it, is there someone under there?"

"Hey, hey, be careful, careful!" Hezi was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed Leonardo's shoulder, "Mr. Leonardo, it's very slippery here, don't fall in."

"No one, it's empty, damn it, why? How could this… hmm?" Leonardo's puzzled voice came from within the rotary sacred machine as he looked up and turned to point inside the machine, "Why is there a blue mouse licking the gears in your machine?"

"Mouse?" Hezi was first stunned, then shouted angrily, "Who was responsible for cleaning the rotary sacred machine yesterday? There's a mouse in there, didn't anyone see it?"

But before he finished speaking, a white light flashed from behind.

Molten iron shot out with hot wind from within the rotary sacred machine, lifting the hems of Leonardo's and Hezi's clothes.

Hezi, having been on battlefields, reacted immediately; he grabbed Leonardo's neck and dragged him to the ground, simultaneously blowing his warning whistle.

"Toot, toot, toot, toot—"

"Enemy attack! Where is the enemy attack!"

Ignoring the still-running loom, the operators jumped from their stations and rushed towards the rotary sacred machine, dumbfounded as they saw the huge semi-molten hole in the iron box.

At this moment, a blue luminescent creature agilely leaped from the hole to the ground, letting out a piercing scream.

"It's that creature! Call in the Demon Hunter named Cheka!"

"Blow the whistle, blow the whistle! Quickly close the door, don't let it escape."

"Praise Holy Wind!"

"Bang—"

The once orderly factory was instantly filled with the sounds of lightning and shouts of the Holy Gunmen.

......

Evening time, Holy Seat Mansion.

"What?" The hand signing the document halted mid-air, ink dripping from the quill onto the paper. Horn asked in astonishment, "That Lightning Slime was captured?"