Steel Steam and Flame

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What went wrong? Cassia did not consider whether it was a malfunction of the machine. The manufacturing process technology of the differential engine is all in the hands of the Empire, and the company and its factories authorized to produce are also under the supervision of the Empire. And all the things they make are empty shells, and the core components are all transported by the empire's special agency through professional teams. In the empire where industrial capabilities have reached today, the probability of error and failure of the differential engine as a high-precision product is almost zero. Although it is gradually being eliminated, it will continue to serve ordinary people for a long time. This is still a national library, and regional administrators should not want to make mistakes in this respect and affect themselves.

He then enters other things, such as the ratio of platinum bullets, and the model of firearms. The result came out very quickly, right and right. There is no problem with the machine, it is the place name, he thought.

Standing aside, thinking about it, this is an important thing, and he has deep memories. Grote's words are still clearly left in his own brain layer by word. They are completely input according to the input. The reading and writing and input methods are also correct, and the mistakes that appear do not seem to originate from himself.

The pronunciation has changed? Cassia made another guess, and then tapped his finger on the keyboard to search for all possible pronunciations or glyphs associated with it. But the result is no exception. The red font became more and more striking, filling Cassia's eyes. The general topography of the location described by Grote was also entered into a related search after Cassia sorted out the relevant language. I got the result at this time, but what is the difference between that and the travel brochure bought in front of the station?

Try to connect to the city's main analysis machine, where there is a more complete storage library, and the computing performance is not comparable to the difference machine. The waiting time was a little longer, and Cassia repeated what he had done on the differential engine. The time spent has doubled, and corresponding content appears every time, but it can be seen that it is not what he needs.

Stopping his fingers on the keyboard, Cassia began to sort out the whole thing. From meeting Grote, to a conversation by the fire in the spiritual world, and now in this magnificent library, I use the function of the differential engine to connect to the city's main analysis machine to search for what I want . Every step is correct and almost remarkable, provided that Grote did not lie.

That's not a lie, Cassia made a hypothesis, but he believed Grote in his heart. The first generation of knight king seemed to have no motive and reason to lie to him.

"The problem is not on my side, nor on the machine." Cassia thought, "Did the empire delete this place name from people's perception?" It seems that this is also possible.

"Excuse me, I have a problem? No, use it?" With a questioning tone at the end of the sentence, Cassia could not help being alarmed, because he was immersed in thinking and did not care about the surrounding environment. As a library staff The girl has come to him unknowingly. Maybe not unconsciously, the girl wore flat shoes, light pink, with small soles, which was less than half of the patent leather shoes that Cassia stepped on, which far exceeded its load. Pink shoes stepped on the waxed wooden floor of the library after a while, and there was also a lot of movement.

The girl came here with the book in her arms, hugging her chest, her developing body was a head shorter than Cassia. She walked around Cassia's body and leaned forward to look at the display panel that was mostly blocked by that sturdy body.

As Cassia shook his head, his fingers tapped the buttons at extremely fast speeds, completely erasing what was still displayed on the panel. I don't know if it was done after the girl printed the above content in her eyes. Cassia finally knocked on the switch and the main valve closed. The differential engine hidden under the exquisite appearance immediately lost steam power and remained silent.

I wonder if it would be impolite to do so? Cassia took a step back and distanced herself from the girl, thinking at this moment.

"No." He replied with a dry voice.

The girl's face was a little red, and only then did she realize her behavior was rude.

"Looking at you standing there for a long time, keeping pressing the re-search button, are you upset?" the girl asked, "maybe I can help you?"

Cassia did not respond to the girl's question. After confirming that it was just her kindness, she shook her head: "Thank you, I have found it. I will leave immediately."

"So, that..." the girl said. Cassia had already turned and walked away. The soles of her feet didn't look like an eighteen-year-old should have. They were so heavy that they stepped on the floor and "creaked".

The girl watched the person who made her feel strange to leave, and the surroundings became empty again, and the yellow light did not make the temperature rise much here. From time to time, there was a ceremonial car honking its horn outside, and the sound crossed the road, entered the window, and finally fell into the girl's ear.

Silence was restored in the hall, and the neat tables and chairs on the side of the gate seemed to be trying their best to maintain their current state, and a sculptural majestic momentum in the center of a square fountain. They watched the girl walk by their side, sit behind the service desk, head buried, blocked by the first book. It's restored here.

Soon after, the girl stood up, put down the book she had been reading, took off her glasses, walked to the side of the differential machine, pressed the switch, and entered what she had seen at that moment according to the memory in her mind. thing.

The results are displayed on the panel, but all are the same as those obtained by Cassia, useless information.

Turning off the differential engine, the girl came to the search catalog, and found out all the things that might be related to the book based on her innate familiarity with the book and the basis of reading volume ~www.ltnovel.com~.

The books that were found filled several tables. But the girl's gain can only be replaced by zero.

At this time, sunlight broke through the obstacles of the broken clouds in the sky and fell, golden yellow light without any temperature. The fine floating dust in the library can be illuminated by the evening light, and they flow in the air.

The girl lay on the chair, rubbing her painful head, looking up at the ceiling full of frescoes. The light of the lamp made her eyes sore shortly afterwards, she simply closed her eyes and rested for a while.

The girl felt the quiet surroundings gave herself a different kind of peace of mind. It's been a rush all afternoon, but I didn't find anything. My body was tired because of constantly moving the herringbone ladder. She wanted to go to sleep like this, and soon she had to open her eyes because of the sound of footsteps from far and near.

"Shake, it's time to go home." A white-haired old man walked in, in a navy blue standard dress, holding a badly worn document bag, wearing old people's eyes, wise eyes, good spirits, full of things that are not corresponding to his age. Consistent vitality. There is a logo on the document bag, half blurred, but it does not prevent the clear other half from seeing that this is the badge of the top school in the city. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.