Chapter 210 A still functioning instrument
About half an hour later, even the rooms that had not been opened had already decayed to a very high degree. The books had just been taken out and turned into wisps of ashes in the hands.
In the end, there are still regrets.
But Ryan felt that at least 70% to 80% of the key books in this relic were recorded. There were thousands of volumes, which was a great joy.
He couldn't understand the professional texts on alchemy and engineering , so he wanted to find some books on literature and history to learn about the goblin civilization and the "fragmented history" of that era.
But after seeing this, Ryan discovered that the goblins were a very magical race, and they were actually a group of research workaholics!
They have almost no spiritual entertainment, and very few "leisure books" such as humanities classics. The vast majority of books are professional classics, professional classics, professional classics!
The contents of these books record all their lives: mining, research, experiments...
Hiding in this dark underground mine all day long, day after day, year after year.
These thousands of volumes of books did not fill in much of the historical record, and gave Ryan a very strange impression, as if this was a civilization that existed in almost complete isolation.
Because there were no major events with confirmed dates, Ryan didn't even know how many tens of thousands of years ago these goblins lived.
They were just like the two empires in the Ice Ridge Wasteland today (before the airship crashed), living in an era and "local area" where only the goblins were advanced intelligent creatures. There was no record of any contact with other civilizations, and then after a long time, they were lost in the dust of history.
Oh, one more thing.
As for how the goblins in this city died, Ryan had no clue at all.
Maybe it was divine punishment, a curse, an experimental accident, poison gas, a virus...
Or something else?
In an era when gods existed, there were countless strange things. These documents and books could not allow him to speculate on the reason why this civilization suddenly disappeared.
However, historical truths that are too far away are no longer important.
…
The decay was irreversible, and no new documents were found after searching.
In this way, the busyness came to a halt.
Old man Tust also seemed to be exhausted and sat down on the stone steps.
The physical consumption was one thing, but the key was that he was mentally tense throughout the whole process, making him as weak as if he had suffered a serious illness.
Ymir on the side also opened her lips slightly and breathed a little faster.
Ryan was actually the most relaxed one. Apart from moving his eyes, he hardly expended any physical energy during the whole process.
At this moment, he was selecting in his mind the "intelligent brain" that might be the written records of the goblin history.
But this "dazed" look seems a bit unfathomable to others.
They thought... Lord Renne was probably using some kind of extraordinary ability to enhance his memory?
Then, a group of people appeared and surrounded him with nervous faces. They wanted to ask questions but were afraid of interrupting his thoughts and causing some of his memories to disappear.
Finally, after a long time.
Or was it Ymir who called out softly, "Ryan?"
"???"
Ryan came back to his senses and saw seven or eight pairs of eyes staring at him, with question marks on their faces.
Ymir asked the question that everyone was curious about, "How much of those goblin documents did you remember?"
Ryan frowned: "This..."
He himself didn't remember any of it, but the "intelligent brain" remembered it all.
But he was thinking about how much he should remember to be considered a "normal person".
If one could remember even 10% of these thousands of classics, it would be an astonishing amount.
But this frowning expression looks different to others.
Could it be that... he didn't remember?
Especially old man Tust, his face was stiff and his heart almost jumped out of nervousness.
All the classics and documents have decayed. Even if I don’t remember them now, it is impossible to read them again.
If you really don’t remember…
Oh, that was a nightmare, please let me wake up immediately!
Ymir's expression was not good either. She asked cautiously and expectantly, "How much do you remember?"
There seemed to be a voice in her heart calling out: One percent! Even if it’s just one percent, it’ll be fine!
Ryan looked at the people in front of him, especially old man Tust, whose heart rate was so strong that others could hear it.
I was afraid that if I said "I didn't remember", the old man would probably leave on the spot.
Finally, he thought about it and decided to give everyone a surprise, saying: "About 40% to 50%..."
Ryan didn't say anything too decisive. He paused and said, "I rarely forget what I've seen. You never know when I'll be able to remember more..."
"Forty to fifty percent? Oh! Thank God for the blessing of the Steam God..."
After hearing this, Tust finally felt that his soul, which was about to leave him due to fear of the bad news, stabilized in his body again.
He looked at Ryan excitedly and said solemnly: "I, an old man, don't expect you to remember more, but you must never forget again... Every word you remember now is of great significance to the two disciplines of 'Alchemy' and 'Engineering'. Even for this era, it is of extraordinary significance! "
Ymir, who was standing by, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Ryan felt that the old man was too old to bear the stimulation, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, Grandpa Tust. I won't forget what I have memorized."
Mechanics have always been rigorous. Rather than believing in metaphysical "memory", they believe more in what they see.
Hearing this, Mr. Tust breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not completely relieved.
After thinking about it, he quickly took out the white paper and pen he usually used for drawing, and said to Ryan: "Hurry up and write down what you remember first...write as much as you can..."
For the sake of technology, this old man has become obsessed with surveying the earth.
“…”
Ryan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, as if he was being forced to sign a confession.
But seeing that Tust looked like he was walking on thin ice, he still picked up his pen and started writing.
I wrote down a few recipes and then drew a simpler mechanical design drawing.
Although he couldn't understand what Ryan wrote when he fell to the ground, Tust, a professional mechanic, looked at the extremely precise design drawings and immediately realized that Ryan really wrote it down, and wrote it down completely!
"Oh my god...you really remembered it..."
Only when he saw the real thing did Tust dare to believe that fate was really favoring him, and he trembled with excitement.
He looked at the items on the blueprint, pondered for a moment, and said, "This seems to be a design for a 'special bomb'. No...it seems to be a bomb auxiliary device, probably to control the explosion range..."
When Ryan heard this, he exclaimed in his heart that it was very professional.
As expected, professional things should be done by professionals, because what is written on the blueprint is [Gnome Directional Bomb Device]!
Then, Tust looked at the alchemical formula recorded in the ancient goblin language and sighed, "What a pity. The 'Goblin Civilization' is a civilization that is older than the 'Monkr Civilization'. All the documents in the 'Goblin Language' that have been discovered now may not be as many as these few lines of words in front of me. It is a big problem to interpret them..."
Ryan looked at Tust's anxious expression, and wanted to relax the atmosphere, so he comforted him: "Grandpa Tust, you know I have a little talent in language and writing. I have read a lot of those goblin books. Give me some time, I should be able to translate it..."
Ymir on the side didn't say anything, but glanced at Ryan with a strange look in her expression.
Have a little talent? Have a little talent...
Hearing this, Tust felt as if he had been injected with a dose of sedative.
Then he suddenly realized that he had lost his composure due to excitement. Although he was still full of expectations, he seemed relieved and said, "Ryan, don't force yourself too much. Just remember as much as you can. The 'God of Steam' has been very kind to us to be able to see these goblin documents..."
But after he said this, he felt a little discouraged, and added: "But I also feel that He continues to favor us."
…
While everyone was watching Ryan display his miraculous memory to copy the goblin technology documents, new news suddenly came!
The thief who went to explore the way came back and reported: "Lord Ryan, Her Royal Highness the Princess, we found a large smelting plant and forging plant in a mine 300 meters below!"
“Indeed there is!”
Hearing this, Tust slapped his thigh.
The discovery of this ancient city inhabited by goblins was an unexpected surprise. And the original purpose of their trip was to get the [Angela Black Iron].
He had thought of it before. If there is a mineral layer, there must be a smelter; if there are standard shield weapons, there must be a forge!
At this time, the assassin said: "Also, we found a very strange instrument underground..."
Tust: "A very strange instrument?"
Assassin: "Yes... and it's still working!"
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
This city has been around for countless years. All the steel has decayed into slag. Is there any equipment left that can function?
