69novels Chapter 445: Meeting is not equal to full meeting
Chapter 445: Meeting is not equal to full meeting
Chapter 445: Meeting Does Not Mean Full Meeting
The powerful power brought by the magic machinery makes the return journey extremely fast.
Saoirse, sitting in the driver's seat, stepped hard on the accelerator.
Saoirse learned how to operate the transport vehicle in the Northland military camp, but she couldn't understand its specific structure.
Magic can actually be used without the help of a magician, and can turn a pile of cold steel into a being that can bear as much weight as a dragon beast.
Saoirse raised her arm and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Do you understand what's going on with this damn high temperature?"
"You said you could operate this machine, but now it's so hot it's killing me. And why can't I open the window?"
The day after Saoirse drove the transport truck on the road, the operations of the previous day went smoothly and everyone in the car was surprised at the comfort of the transport truck.
But trouble soon came.
After leaving Windmill Bay, the road began to become rugged. Saoirse passed a big pothole, but she did not slow down. As a result, Lucas, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hit his head on the front console.
God knows what Lucas hit, and since then, the temperature inside the car has been rising steadily, and then it has become like a sauna.
"How should I know! The one I encountered in the military camp was an older model, and the windows on that car were hand-cranked!"
Saoirse wiped the sweat from her face again and pressed the button on the side of the car door, but the button did not respond.
This situation made Saoirse nervous, but fortunately she was a knight and could hold the steering wheel steadily even if she was in danger.
"It's all your fault, brat!"
Edward was so hot that he had taken off his shirt, revealing his masculine body hair.
The saint girl, who was so hot that she was sticking out her tongue, held up her collar with one hand and fanned herself with the other.
Edward hit Lucas and snatched the operating manual from his hand.
"The cab is abnormally hot... This is not on the fault list!"
"Then find the problem with the car window!"
"still none!"
"Damn it!"
Although they were very smart, they couldn't find the problem. Now they only had one option left.
"Stop the car."
The key control of the vehicle was still in Saoirse's hands. After stepping on the brakes, everyone rushed down.
The cool breeze blew across the wet crotch, bringing an unprecedented sense of freshness.
They were nearly suffocated in that transport truck.
"What the hell is this thing? It's not as comfortable as a carriage!"
Lucas kicked the wheel fiercely, and the strong rubber bounced back and almost made Lucas fall.
Saoirse rolled her eyes at the silly boy. She didn't know why Lord Edward would keep such a fool around.
Saoirse took the operating manual from Edward. She finally had the chance to find out the problem herself.
Saoirse looked through it and quickly found out the reason why the car was getting hot.
"It's not a malfunction. Lucas turned on the air conditioning switch and touched the window lock."
After Saoirse explained the cause of the problem, everyone looked at Lucas viciously.
Lucas was afraid of being beaten, so he jumped into the back of the car and chose to stay with the goods.
"We don't have time to waste, let's all get in the car."
Saoirse returned to the driver's seat and quickly disabled the incorrect settings on the console next to her.
God knows what those people in the North are thinking. Why put so many fancy buttons on a good transport vehicle?
The car windows can be opened, and Saoirse has also learned how to turn on and off the air conditioner. During the subsequent journey, everyone in the cab returned to the original beauty.
Only the poor little Lucas was always left in the truck bed, experiencing the unusual bumps and dust.
There are enough daily necessities in the transport truck, and except for necessary stops to drain water, the vehicle basically has no time to rest.
On the third day of driving, Saoirse got a chance to rest, and Edward took over the driving task, heading towards the royal capital at a low speed.
“This thing is easier to operate than a horse.”
Edward, who had learned most of the operations in just two days, couldn't let go of the steering wheel.
War horses sometimes have temper tantrums, but transport vehicles never do.
The transport vehicle is a metal machine that completely obeys the driver's instructions. As long as the dust accumulated on the core magic circle is cleaned in time and new magic stones are replaced for it, the transport vehicle will never betray its master.
Edward even summarized the benefits of transport vehicles on the battlefield.
It has a large carrying capacity, is stable and reliable, and will not be scared away by a close enemy.
"Everyone wake up, we are back in the capital!"
Edward woke up the few people who were catching up on their sleep. The long journey had exhausted their patience, and they were tired of the music in the car's music box.
The few people who woke up in a daze looked at the outline of the royal capital in the distance outside the car, with mixed feelings in their hearts.
Compared to the Northland which was changing every day, the capital always seemed to be half dead.
In fact, the royal capital is still very prosperous, with more than half of the kingdom's population and wealth gathered here.
When the strange iron thing drove into the outskirts of the royal capital, passers-by all screamed in fear, and soon after, fully armed knights rode over on horseback.
Edward rolled down the car window casually and stuck his head out of the driver's seat.
"Don't be nervous, this thing is not a demon. Go tell the Pope that we have brought back important news!"
Edward's arm has been healed by the saint, and he inflicted some minor wounds on his face. Now, he has regained his image of a mighty and domineering leader.
The knight who came to perform the exorcism confirmed Edward's identity and immediately cleared the way to the palace.
Seeing the knights mercilessly driving away pedestrians and merchants on the road, Edward frowned but did not stop them.
Old things had become habits, and Edward had no way of changing them.
As Li often said, no one can change other people's minds.
Edward also gradually realized that a civil war within the kingdom might be inevitable.
“Have I become like those people now…?”
Edward was not at all happy about being promoted to the leader of the Knights of Judgment and becoming the king's confidant.
The more he dealt with, the stronger his sense of powerlessness became.
The steel monster passed through the streets, causing panic in the capital.
Fortunately, there were knights escorting them, and the panicked people only threw stones, and no one really blocked the road.
A flying stone created a crack on the side window.
Edward turned his head and saw the saint looking at the crack in deep thought.
Silsa next to her had no interest in returning to the capital. She lowered her head and did not look at the streets of her hometown.
As for the back of the car, there was only Lucas's slightly distorted cursing through the iron sheet.
Lucas cursed the passers-by who threw stones, cursed the vigilant knight next to him, cursed the cluttered streets of the capital, and cursed everything he disliked.