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Mr. Feng does not know how to design the mechanism, but the King of the Xuanyuan royal family is definitely a master of the mechanism.

Of course, Zhou Wenbai didn't need to know this.

The three of them kept moving forward, and Mr. Feng did not pay too much attention to the elite soldiers. He walked along the high bluestone road and slowly left the school ground.

A wall as rugged as rocks appeared in front of him. A rumbling sound broke out, and a door was opened on the wall. Zhou Wenbai signaled to ask for it first.

The gentleman walked by calmly, and behind the cliff and stone gate was a completely different world.

The stone door behind him closed automatically with a roar.

The wind chime stood against the stone wall, looking up at a long secret passage in front of him.

Connecting the secret passage were houses without doors, burning large copper furnaces, sweating blacksmiths, and sharp and deafening sounds of iron.

Swords were burned red in the furnace, and after being taken out, they were placed in cold water, making a sound of squeaking, and a burst of white smoke rose. They cast a sharp weapon under the hammer in the hand of the craftsman, or they became scrap iron that was thrown away after they were made without the qualification.

"Sir." Feng Jiuzhou walked towards him, with an indescribable pride in his smile, "Sir, what do you think of me as a furnace?"

The gentleman did not speak immediately, and glanced at all the blacksmiths in front of him who were busy and said lightly: "What is the quality of the weapons these blacksmiths made?"

"Only 30% can pass." Speaking of this, Feng Jiuzhou sighed in frustration, "If we can obtain the smelting record of the Xin family, then at least 70% of the weapons we manufactured can pass."

The huge gap among this makes people excited.

What's more, the Xin family's iron ore is a priceless treasure.

Feng Jiuzhou turned around and walked forward together, watching the blacksmiths cast weapons sweating profusely. The jingling sounds shocked the eardrums. The cast weapons in their sight were placed in one place, which made Feng Ling truly feel the cruelty of ambition for the first time in his life.

Ambition, power, the lofty throne, success and fame in troubled times... are the dignity accumulated by countless corpses.

The weapons cast by the blacksmiths sweated and rain were all used to kill people.

Fengling seemed to see scenes of blood flowing on the battlefield, falling corpses, and the tragic sadness of the family being destroyed behind those corpses.

How important are power, status, and status of honor?

Is it so important that it is so important that it ignores other people's lives and even its own life and death at all costs?

Now the southern tribe has a prosperous country, a stable people, and a virtuous king. What is the difference between pursuing power and realizing one's ambitions in such a peaceful and prosperous era?

A sudden anger arose in his heart. Feng Ling seemed to see that the woman who was obviously just a weak body was sitting on the throne, trying hard to govern the world and seek welfare for the people of the world, but she was selfish and greedy and ambitious, and pulled her back.

It even called "Restoring the Country".

Haha, restore the country?

Just for one's own selfishness, we will conquer the people in the world and cause the people to be displaced and live in poverty. Such people are not worthy of being a human being, let alone being a king?

"Miss Ling'er, what are you thinking? I'm so fascinated?"

Zhou Wenbai turned his head and saw the little girl's somewhat lost expression, and said strangely.

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