When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist-Chapter 829 - 780: Flood Discharge Channel

Is there any potential in dream divination combined with a differential engine?

Horn thinks there is.

Even the technological acceleration effect of dream divination combined with a hand-cranked calculator, Horn finds quite valuable.

Not to mention the incomplete text of the brass conversion method.

Currently, Kerben's attitude is to disprove, but if he finds out that he proves it in the future, I wonder if the old man can accept it.

Isn't this just using Senius's slap to hit one's own face?

But Horn thinks he will still do his best to deduce it.

Firstly, for the current environment, not every place has such an open atmosphere as the ry Court Barracks.

Secondly, it is due to Black Snake Bay scholars' unique pursuit of "truth over life".

Just like when Horn asked Istria why she wanted a differential engine? Isn't she afraid that dream divination combined with a differential engine would blow her mind?

Her answer was, "I just want to know how divination works, let it blow my mind if it does, none of your business."

According to the agreement signed by Horn and Istria, the headquarters of the Dreamless Scholar Association will soon be relocated from Black Snake Bay to Autumn Dusk Island.

The first batch of divination's names, such as Lightning Furnace, Living Demon-Loving Fungus, Star-Forged Gear, are impressively listed.

Once the Lightning Furnace is made, heavy industrialization can begin.

Once the Living Demon-Loving Fungus is made, the whole nation can become extraordinary.

Once the Star-Forged Gear is made, the problem of the power source for industrialization will be solved.

According to current progress, it will probably take twenty or thirty more years.

Slot in a Dream Divination Acceleration card, which might shorten it to a decade or so, but even that is considered fast.

It may even lead research astray since divination cannot simulate "variables" unless one participates.

But that is too long-term; it's imperative to first get through the immediate crisis.

Speaking of current crises, there are mainly two—flood discharge and recruitment.

"Petier."

"I am here, Your Majesty."

"Organize the latest Black Rock Channel flood discharge report submitted by Senius and send it over as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

...

It was as if the flood brought a chill to the weather.

The damp moisture even made it difficult for people to open their eyes.

The turbid flood carried broken oak and shattered earthenware, roiling into a yellowish-brown giant snake in the narrow river channel.

Three days of heavy rain had caused the flood dikes in Shangruifo County to groan from being overstressed.

When the hinge of the first gate broke, a wave over a meter high immediately swallowed half a reed marsh.

"Third breach! Reinforce! Quickly reinforce!"

A flag bearer of the Defensive Army, clad in an oiled cloak, roared and waved a signal flag in the mud.

Twenty soldiers of the Black Hat Army, with mud-covered lapels and ropes tied around their waists, immediately carried sandbags and charged into the torrential waters.

On the wooden engineering vehicle bearing the Holy Hammer Emblem on the shore, concrete poured noisily into wooden frames made of spruce, waiting to be inserted into the gaps in the dike.

"Floating wood, beware!"

The black-clad War Monks formed a human wall, using spears to push the floating wood downstream.

Amidst the rain, the crisp sound of the wooden dike cracking kept coming, suddenly a Hundred Households Captain, barefoot and blood-soaked, rushed down: "Holy Father above! The mill's waterwheel is coming down!"

The six-meter-tall waterwheel rolled in the flood, its sharp blades dragging two soldiers and their sandbags into the whirlpool.

"Damn it!"

Soaked to the skin, Mengse pulled the Holy Gun from his waist, red-eyed, and roared as he pulled the trigger on the waterwheel.

Unfortunately, all that could be seen was a splash of wood splinters exploding in a fan-shaped ripple on the turbid surface.

"Stay calm!" Amidst the howling wind, everyone shouted, as a companion behind grabbed Mengse's waist rope, preventing him from being swept away.

Once the group filled the breach, the accompanying Monk raised the Holy Emblem high, and golden light enveloped them.

Three clockwork cranes hummed as they lifted granite blocks, and military police in blue caps moved through the mud, distributing bundled reed mats to the leak-plugging team.

Draped in a raincoat, Senius looked at these people rushing around in the flood, feeling slightly choked.

Golden Plains doesn't mean no floods, but it's the first time Senius has seen such a scene.

The soldiers didn't whip the civilian laborers; instead, they personally rushed to the forefront.

Especially the Black Champion Army of the Salvation Army, previously Horn always said the Black Champions were undisciplined.

Senius thought they were that bad, but now seeing them compared to the raiding Kingdom Army, these guys were all good enough to be called Saints.

Reluctantly looking away, he turned his head, the rain dripping wetly down his cheeks and beard.

"Have the landslides been thoroughly cleared?"

"Estimated to be cleared by tomorrow…"

"By tomorrow? The earlier you guys repair, the fewer people we lose here!"

"That's not for me to decide."

"I'll pay out of my own pocket, add funds, get it done before tomorrow morning, okay?"

The Hundred Households Captain stared blankly at Senius: "I, I will try."

Watching the departing Hundred Households Captain, Senius showed no expression, but the blisters on his lips betrayed his feelings inside.

Currently, Shangruifo County was already flooded, and several temporary dams were on the verge of collapse.

Construction began in September and continued until early October.

If not repaired quickly, once the flood spreads to the four counties of the plains, everyone will be doomed!

After two dam failures, Senius took command in a critical situation.

At that time, he thought, if he achieved success this time, he could suppress Kerben and at least win back a round.

But now, he no longer had any other thoughts, only wanting to quickly repair the flood channels.

Setting up a suitable temporary flood channel, first and foremost, required site selection.

Although the flood waters haven't spread to Lower Reif County yet, Shangruifo County is almost completely flooded.

The rising water level in rivers is quite evident, and normally built dikes are likely to be swept away by the surging river.

They must choose gentle river channels, mainly rock hillsides on both banks, to constrain the river flow.

The great Sun, His Majesty Horn, further directed that river dikes should be filled with earth bags and the construction entrusted to the military.

Senius and the other scholars originally thought that the so-called "under the Saint's Grandson's guidance" was just officials fawning over them.

But using it on-site, the convenient earth bags and well-organized Defensive Army and Black Champions were much more efficient than they imagined.

Could it be that the Saint's Grandson's guidance is genuine?

Something guided by him actually works?

Every night thinking about this, Senius would doubt.

His inner denial of the Saint's Grandson's identity, isn't it a bit clownish?

After all, this Saint's Grandson is of peasant origin, an accounting apprentice, barely recognized a few letters in Elvin script.

Even if he was self-taught, no one becomes talented like this; to know everything.

It's not just knowing everything; if it were only superficial knowledge, it wouldn't matter, it's all essentials and profound things.

It's basically "passing thousands of words, spreading a single sentence", and that "single sentence".

Those are things that require long-term accumulation and research to deduce.

Only, Senius and others did not know that if they kept probing for superficialities, His Majesty Saint Sun probably couldn't explain any more. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Between civilizations, there are gaps.

Horn's hometown's hundreds of years of effort, why should it easily lose to Senius's ten years of hard studying?

All this time, Senius ate and slept on the construction site.

First, build a small stone crib dam to raise the water level, then construct channels and dam barriers alongside the dikes.

Seeing that they were just one push away, yet unexpectedly, a landslide blocked the completed flood channel.

"Holy Father." After many years of sobriety, Senius took out a silver flask from his pocket and took a swig, "Hope it will be ready by tomorrow morning."

Under the dark clouds, indistinguishable between day and night.

Sitting under the rain canopy, Senius couldn't even tell if he was awake or asleep.

When the pendulum clock struck six, a muddy figure with only the eyes visible ran over.

"Has it been cleared?" Senius eagerly asked.

"Holy Father bless, it's cleared, and the last section of the flood channel can be dug the day after tomorrow!"