The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When Zhao Chuanxin was faced with a difficult choice, someone came to give him guidance.

The thing is, there are a lot of things on there that look interesting and might come in handy. Why should I listen to him?

If you don’t understand, ask: “I ask: Why choose Demon Crystal?”

[The weirdo scratches his head: Stranger, it is too troublesome to explain such profound knowledge to you. The Demon Crystal is a magical item with three properties.

One is the imaging attribute, which is also the origin of the name of the devil. Someone discovered that it was flashing strange images in the Blood Wasteland. In fact, it was an imaging attribute.

The second is its energy storage properties. I am the first scientist to discover this property. Praise me, stranger. The amount of energy it can store is out of proportion to its petite body, but it's amazing anyway.

The third is its sensing properties. You know that there is a forest called the Shadow Forest, and the forest elves living in it have done double-slit experiments that shocked the entire scientific world, proving that human will can interfere with the laws of matter. And they found the metal that was most easily affected by will, and forged some knives for carving. What a waste of natural resources! As for the demon crystal, although it is not as good as the forest elf metal, its imaging effect can be controlled by will.

This is a rare, valuable and stunning natural gemstone. 】

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand anything else. But he is familiar with the Shadow Forest! When it comes to the forest elf's elf carving knife, he is very familiar with it.

It is indeed an artifact, okay?

Of course, weirdos say that making a carving knife is a waste of natural resources, haha, I forgive you!

So, the Demon Crystal is indeed a treasure?

So Zhao Chuanxin wrote: I showed a satisfied expression after listening to a lecture by a scientist, and said with a smile: So, does this have anything to do with my choice? Or, does it have anything to do with you?

The joke is that Zhao Chuanxin is an unscientific psycho-masseur who specializes in soothing the mental wrinkles of those who are too enthusiastic about work and hobbies, allowing them to cool down and make their minds calmer.

[The weirdo was very crazy and finally showed a pleading look: Stranger, if you choose this, then we will have two chances. In case you succeed in taking out the treasure, if you give it to me, I promise you that I will use the fragments of the devil crystal to tailor a treasure worth owning for you. I can't give you the big piece of demon crystal. Because I want to save electricity, I want to carry out an electromagnetic revolution, and I will become the greatest scientist of this era! 】

Haha, people with feelings like mine only deserve to have scraps of the devil crystal.

This person is too selfish.

However, it seemed like choosing anything else would be risky since he didn't know what it did.

After a long while, Zhao Chuanxin nodded and agreed.

[The weirdo jumped up happily: Stranger, you will never regret it. I will use what I have learned throughout my life to create a treasure for you. 】

[After that, the weirdo went to fool other people again. 】

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

The fact that the word fool can be used is enough to show that the I in the diary also thinks that he is unreliable!

[The priest looked at the time and stood on the stage set up for the festival and shouted through a loudspeaker: Treasure hunters, the time has come for the treasure to be opened. Next, you line up in order, get ready to solve the puzzle and get your favorite treasure! No matter what kind of rare treasure is inside, as long as you get it, this treasure will become your reward. 】

[I lined up and entered the treasure hall. 】

[I saw the densely packed fireflies on the ceiling. The flickering fireflies lit up the hall, but they did not allow me to see all the details clearly. I think this is a deliberate preparation for opening the treasure. I don’t want players to discover the details of some treasures too easily and not open the treasure so smoothly. 】

how to say? Sometimes when I look at the world in the diary, the people here behave like child's play. But if you really underestimate them, they will definitely play you like a fool.

It’s just this kind of routine, it’s hard not to accept it.

The purpose of obtaining qualification certificates for these participating treasure hunters is actually to prepare supplies for the Treasure Festival. Then they don't do anything and just stand and earn money.

Learned, learned...

[It’s finally my turn to play. It seems that Birdman’s pocket technology has not been obtained by the treasure hunter in front. 】

[Now, the time of the two worlds is synchronized. Even if I close the diary at this time, time still passes. Any more than two hours and my certificate will expire. 】

After Zhao Chuanxin read this passage, he couldn't help but sit upright from the recliner, his face gradually becoming serious.

[In front of me, such a huge machine-like box appeared. I need to find a way to open it, and inside is the Birdman pocket technology I want. 】

For the first time, in addition to words, a picture also appeared in the diary.

The huge box machine in the picture has precision buttons, pull rods, push rods, steering wheels like an airplane control mechanism...

Zhao Chuanxin felt that this thing was much more complicated than the aircraft control mechanism warehouse.

Originally, he had great hopes. When he saw this, he was stunned.

What the hell? Is a heavy entanglement a heavy barrier?

Isn't this 100 million times harder than a combination lock?

What kind of combination can turn it on? I'm afraid there are billions of combinations, right?

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the armrest of the rocking chair bitterly: You should just fucking let me give up!

Is this something that humans can do?

【I have encountered the biggest problem in my life. I can only manipulate randomly. 】

One minute, two minutes, ten minutes, half an hour.

Zhao Chuanxin stared at the pictures in the diary, just looking at the me in it, and he made random operations, completely confused.

He wasted a lot of equipment resources and finally got this?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled bitterly.

Time passes gradually.

An hour, an hour and a half, an hour and forty-five minutes.

There are only fifteen minutes left.

Zhao Chuanxin simply gave up and lay back on the recliner.

Love as much as you like.

If the diary hadn't emphasized time synchronization, he would have wanted to close the diary and do something meaningful.

Wouldn’t it be nice to carve some toys for the children and clean the room?

[There are only five minutes left, and I feel like I’m going to give up. 】

[This ancient box from the steam age stumps me. 】

steampunk era?

Suddenly, a light flashed in Zhao Chuanxin's head.

It seems that, when before, was there anything that was linked to the words Steam Age?

With three minutes left, Zhao Chuanxin remembered.

He had just walked out of the Shadow Forest and bought a mechanical clown toy from the steam age at a store outside.

Although it is a bit far-fetched, in the last three minutes of this moment, let's treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He immediately wrote: I took out the mechanical clown toy, wound it up, and put it on the operating table.

[I was surprised to find that the mechanical clown began to twist his body, and the two mechanical arms quickly and flexibly controlled the machine. 】

[Oh my god, it only took a minute and a half to control all the buttons, push-pull levers, and steering wheel. 】

[The box is slowly opened in front of me. 】

Zhao Chuanxin's heartbeat quickened.

I was really fooled!

It’s so weird!