The strong smell of diesel, the roaring machine chassis, the clean but still slightly gray insulated floor.
This is the underground of her own front carriage that Gwen saw, the core area that maintains the operation of the entire train. The witch uses a utopian local craft, which confirms what Leonardo da Vinci said is 'high cost'. It's just like the east
Indian Ocean companies generally do not do it themselves in the oceans, but let local people do it themselves.
Whether it's cotton or something like rubber or banana?
"The Heartcatcher uses a standard six-unit engine set to operate, with a maximum power of 3,400 Richter Amperes and a minimum power of 700 Richter Amperes. To maintain the train's low-speed operation, it only requires an efficiency of 500 Richter Amperes. All energy sources are
From synthetic diesel."
"Synthetic diesel?"
Gwen turned her head.
Da Vinci smirked: "The witch can not only get trees and stones from the void, but only with theoretically unlimited resources can she explore infinitely in the universe. The witch has long since passed the age of 'perpetual motion'.
Our goal is not just a perpetual motion machine, but a 'high-power perpetual motion machine'."
"I mean, is there a big difference between this artificial diesel and ordinary diesel?"
"Do you drink Coke?"
"I……"
"Hiss, you have a smell that doesn't belong to Utopia. Don't deny it in a hurry. Have you ever drank it? There are 6,500 blue stars in parallel time and space that have a well-known brand, Coke."
"...Drank it, what happened?"
Gwen blushed a little when she admitted it. The damage coke did to the martial artist's body was... immeasurable. For a while, he even had a belly because of it!
"Natural diesel is Coke. Man-made diesel is Coke."
"I'm a super toilet cleaner."
"..."
The witch chuckled and tilted her head: "I knew this was the case in more than six thousand five hundred time and space!"
"Six thousand five hundred?"
"Well, even in the Doomsday route and the Low Moya O'an Superman world route, there are Coca-Cola Radiation Soda and Pepsi Radiation Soda, as well as de-oiled Coca-Cola..."
Gwen couldn't imagine how far the witches' hell jokes had progressed, but according to the witches' weak moral values, they should be at the level of "laughing with the Buddha".
"But to a machine, is there any difference between Pepsi and Coca-Cola?"
"The difference is that the train spirit won't be happy."
"Train...what?"
Da Vinci's face was covered in shadow, and a ball of fire was contained in her eyes.
"The Spirit of the Train. She is alive. The soul of the Heart Cat is here. This is the last step I want to take you to."
The soul of the train.
Gwen couldn't believe this statement, but for the witch and Utopia, nothing seemed strange, so he still hesitated to show surprise.
The fire in the witch's eyes disappeared, and she rolled her eyes: "Stop pretending, just be surprised if you find this kind of thing surprising. Isn't it good to be yourself?"
"be yourself?"
"You care too much about others, you care about Cat Lantern, you care about Snowy and Kenny, you care about Utopia, and you even care about the Witch. If it goes on for a long time, when the burden is on you, you will lose all motivation."
"I don't see that you still like philosophy."
"I don't like it." Da Vinci showed his arrogant face, "We witches don't like philosophy. This is a subject with low short-term benefits and slow filtering of thinking, thus giving birth to differences and pain... Ah,
She is coming."
A slimy sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, as some kind of wriggling creature was slowly approaching.
At the end of his field of vision, there was a mass of darkness and mud, bubbling and churning like boiling water. The darkness was splashing out like substantial water droplets. It was filthy, muddy, and swollen like pain.
The black tentacles of the fat leech that drinks blood extend from it, like ocean waves.
Among the endless tentacles, a woman dressed like a nun slowly rose up.
Snap, snap, snap—
The sticky footsteps slowly approached, and the nun wrapped in the dark black tentacles came over. She had a beautiful face, her eyes looked a little tired, with a little dark circles under her eyes, and she was wearing a tight V-shaped nun uniform - really
Is it considered a nun’s uniform?
"..."
"..."
She stood in front of the two of them. With her tall figure of nearly two meters and the dark tentacles constantly surging behind her, she could almost look down at Gwen. Even Leonardo da Vinci beside her was not as tall as her.
"A close companion."
Her voice was full of a strong sense of exhaustion, but it wasn't lifeless. It was more like the exhaustion of staying up late playing games continuously.
"I once thought that this train would never be driven away. I was waiting for her kindred for hundreds of years."
Pointed at Da Vinci.
"And now, a Utopian is coming to be my close companion."
"Let us save these useless and complicated etiquette." Leonardo da Vinci took out a contract from his pocket, "Now with my authority, I declare this contract to be valid. You, that is, 'Penny' will become the crown prince.
The spirit of the train to which Wen belongs.”
"Deed of Sale."
Sister Petunia said eerily.
Noticing Gwen looking at her, she smiled darkly with her white teeth.
"This is called a contract."
Da Vinci handed the contract to Gwen, "Keep it, this will be your Train Soul contract. This contract only includes a 4-year short-term contract, and the last year is the Train Soul option, that is to say
, if you two do not reach appropriate contract terms in the last year, then Penny can terminate her contract one year in advance and find another job on another train."
"Signing?"
"Wisdom and the privileges of extraordinary beings. Dear boss, whose face is cuter than a girl, are you a local? It's okay if you don't understand, but it's best to understand. The witch ensures that every extraordinary intelligent creature has its own human rights.
'.Don't scold them for being nosy, this is their cosmic police behavior to shift the race to the neutral evil camp."
Penny showed a pale smile, ferocious and gloomy, "The train spirit was considered a noble 'tower spirit' in ancient times. As a full-time housekeeper, the witches require us to reach a contract agreement, a standard labor contract. I provide services.
, you provide convenience.”
"Isn't this great?" Gwen didn't see anything unfair.
"What a fart." Penny said the most vulgar Utopian language in the image of an angel.
She gestured with her middle finger with her right hand. The hand wrapped in black satin stockings had a strange green feeling.
Da Vinci smiled: "The people in Utopia think this is very good, there is nothing wrong with it, but you, the spirit of the train, have an opinion, which really makes my friend sad."
"I don't want to be friends with witches."
Penny stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.
"The tower spirit and the mage are close partners in themselves, a partnership closer than the best friend, and the closest daughter. What the witch does is to increase labor and capital. It is undeniable that the whole world needs it
Such a rule, but it must be said that not all relationships in the world may require this rule."
"Are you the daughter of a mage? Do you want to learn magic from your father or mother? Yes, no problem! As long as you reach a labor agreement with your parents with the help of the witch, you can also get an additional compensation allowance.
But family affection is replaced by 'class', and this is the purpose of the witches. They want us to divide and fight against each other."
Da Vinci was smiling next to him.
The witch has seen too many things in her life, let alone that she is an AI. She has seen countless people who are unwilling to follow the witch's rules, and she has seen countless people who hate the rules made by the witch. But what she knows is that the entire multi-faceted universe
, there are no examples of 'successful resistance' in areas controlled by witches.
They don't even need to use their magical powers.
More often than not, stupid people kill smart people.
Those who resist the rules prescribed by the witch are murdered by those who uphold the witch's rules.
Are stupid people really stupid?
Probably because they are unwilling to follow smart people down this path of no return.
When you are desperate enough, there will still be smart people who will tell you, "Why don't you work hard?"
Contradiction is natural.
Human beings themselves are contradictory.
The witch Leonardo da Vinci knew this and turned a blind eye to Penny's actions of "unveiling the ugliness of the witch". He smiled like a spring breeze and spit on his face - just to describe, someone dared to follow
When she spits, she will definitely use some magic to let these people know: AI witches are also witches.
…
There are so many things that Train Spirit can do.
This train can operate automatically without a driver and can monitor the status of all carriages at any time. It can be said that it can greatly reduce the burden on staff.
At the same time, he also serves as a housekeeper to control various mechanical equipment and perform calculations.
the most important is!
Train Spirit is just like the Witch AI, they have the function of directly logging into the Witch wiki!
Unlike the cunning AI witches, train spirits must help under the constraints of the contract. Therefore, although they do not have high authority, they are very useful for people who do not understand witch civilization. You can get a lot through train spirits.
Information from the Witch Wiki.
For example, how to cultivate occult materials and free content.
…
"Free content?"
"Yeah." Penny replaced Da Vinci to lead Gwen.
Da Vinci said he had something to do.
But Gwen guessed that "something happened" was because several "Card Playing Adventurer Cat Lanterns" came to the Heart Cat. They couldn't wait to play cards.
The nun with dark circles turned around and sighed: "The knowledge on the Witch Network is divided into two types: paid and free. Basically, most of the valuable content is paid. For payment, you get the right to use and browse but not the right to disseminate.
The free ones are shallow knowledge encyclopedias and the like, as well as occasionally valuable knowledge, in order to attract paying customers."
…
After the Heart Cat had made three trial runs, it was ready to start its journey back to the Hometown.
Gwen was determined to go back as soon as possible.
On the one hand, he was worried about the letter written in Curse Blade's heart: "This monster attack is unusual, we may need stronger firepower."
On the other hand, it was because there was someone in the car that made him feel confident.
"I will now open the passage gate and let Penny leave at third speed."
Leonardo da Vinci got on the train and asked to use the deputy conductor's cabin next to the conductor's cabin at the front of the train.
Gwen naturally agreed readily, feeling confident with the witch by her side.
This is probably because the cat lanterns are really naughty when playing cards, and Gwen is somehow able to attract so many cat lanterns, which leads to the appearance of ordinary card playing cat lanterns and elite card playing cat lanterns, even within ten minutes
Previously, Kenny, Xenice and Da Vinci were severely educated by a master cat lamp using the flawless 'Great Council Deck'.
Very miserable.
It has become a formulaic joke that one is not as good at playing cards as a cat.
"Penny, start the engine, third gear."
The nun with dark circles rolled her eyes, twisted her waist and snapped her fingers, and the train slowly accelerated.
"Adjust the speed brake, turn on one-fifth of the engine injection, and turn on the speed brake. We need a little force to drive out from this height."
Da Vinci used intelligent calculations to come up with the best choice.
Gwen repeated it.
Then, Penny would do it with a look of displeasure.
Kenny and Xenise were watching this complicated 'command scene' from behind, laughing from ear to ear.
But this is necessary.
Although Leonardo Da Vinci can achieve the best results by being the conductor and commanding this train.
But the driver was Gwen.
Powers cannot be easily delegated or used by others. The witch has a pathological pursuit of this kind of rules. Even if Gwen is willing to let her do it, she will block it by saying, "You are the commander of the car" before giving instructions.
, then conveyed by Gwen, and then executed by Penny who listened to the instructions twice.
This is actually pretty good.
…
At least I don't have to say 'I am the Hokage!'
And there is a high probability that Leonardo da Vinci would not say, "You will regret it, Gwen."
…
Penny also only listens to Gwen's instructions.
It can be said that this is the perfect spirit of contract.
Perhaps the four words "contract spirit" have become a bankrupt version of lies and double standards nowadays, but just like the vision at the beginning of the birth of all things, as long as it can be 'completely complied with', then the contract spirit is excellent.
It is a key that can protect the rights and interests of consumers and sellers.
Unfortunately, it is too early for human civilization to fully abide by the spirit of the contract...
It's too early even for the witches. Of course they value it, but they don't 'completely abide by it'.
…
The train accelerated through the gate set by the witch.
It was accompanied by a vibration so violent that even the fat cat Varro was shaken.
The train left the witch's factory.
Following a hidden underground railway track, we landed on a branch road next to Utopia's main road.
"We have to drive forward to catch up with the Hometownman. The curse blade gave the message that our train is allowed to log in to the 'Hometownman'. The 'Hometownman' and the large assembly station in the middle are town-level in size.
The 'Kaban', as well as the entire branch road and main road from the hometown to the homecoming line."
