The cellphone was a new product developed by Robb recently.
He used an erald which could "store data" to save a database and record the number of each crystal in it. Then, when he dialed a number, it would judge by multiple conditions. First, it would look for the number he wanted in the erald's database, and then use the erald to connect to the corresponding crystal ball.
In this way, the structure of "mobile phone-base " was ford. Thus, the crystal ball was no longer "paired", but ford a network, which could connect the crystal ball that he wanted to connect to at will.
Robb said, "rember, the crystal ball in my hand is 000000, the crystal ball in Xuelu's hand is 000001, Gordax is 000002, and Jikes is 000003. Who do you want to contact? Tell the crystal ball this number when you make the call."
Gorda, "Why do I have to use numbers? I'm not good at morizing numbers. Can't I use their nas?"
Robb snorted, "do you know how many people in this world are called by the na of Gorda? When they all have mobile phones and tell the crystal ball to call Gorda. Who will it dial?"
"I... I..." Gorda stamred, "then don't sell the crystal ball to soone else."
Xuelu couldn't help laughing, "haha! You idiot!"
Jike couldn't help smiling.
The three adventurers played with the "mobile phone" in their hands for a while, and then made several calls to test them. Soon, they figured out the use of the mobile phone, and felt it was very convenient. They quickly put away the treasures.
With this thing in Xuelus arms, she began to feel complacent. She reached out and hooked it around Robb's neck, and said in a low voice, "honey, if I t danger on the way of taking an adventure, call you, and throw out a transmission portal scroll. Then you'll co to help , won't you?"
"No!" Robb shook his head and said, "I will sneer at you on the other side of the phone."
Xuelu was speechless
However, she had already known Robb's temperant. He liked to be enigmatic. Wow, he was really good at making sarcastic remarks. But no one could compare with him in terms of love. If he was really in danger, this fellow would definitely co to rescue her as soon as possible. He couldn't turn a blind eye to it.
"Im ready to go!" Xuelu walked out of the courtyard of the chapel and went straight to the train station.
Gorda and Jike waved at Robb and followed him.
In the train station, there was a brand-new steam train, which was carrying sleepers and iron tracks, whistling. This was a new train that had just been completed by the dwarven craftsn. It had been bought by the railway company invested by Marian, Pobo and the queen.
At present, it was mainly responsible for the transportation of the iron tracks and sleepers to the direction of Nanli village, and help the construction team complete the railway as soon as possible. Nanli village was located between Bright Road and Westwind town. Although the three of them could only run twenty miles south by the train, it could also reduce the distance by one day for them.
What was interesting was that not only did the three of them board the train, but also many businessn were buying tickets. One of them was an old friend of Westwind Town, the dwarf businessman. He still ca to Westwind town every once in a while as before. However, because of his small business structure, he was doing daily goods, so he gradually couldn't keep up with the developnt of Westwind town.
Robb waved his hand at the steam train and watched the train leave Westwind town and head to the South. He couldn't help but feel a little worried. He only hoped that they could throw out the instant transmission scroll in ti before they were put in grave danger, or that they could open the transmission portal before they died. He didn't want them to be killed instantly.
As soon as the train left, a funny guy ca over from the cent road in front of the chapel. It was a strange car that has a steam engine, a huge tal fra, and several iron wheels. With a white barrel on its head. It drove on the cent road with great difficulty
The strange car was obviously very poor in power, and was extrely difficult to drive. If it hadn't walked on the flat cent road, it would have been difficult for it to move at all.
It took a long ti for it to move from a few hundred miles away to the door of the chapel. The head of a dwarf popped out of the car and waved at Robb. "Grandmaster blacksmith, look, this is your idea. I made a steam car according to your idea."
"What the heck? You call this thing a car?" Robb didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. "The idea I proposed is not this small thing. It should be sothing taller."
The dwarf leader said, "Its a test. You said that its good to try, even if it results in failure..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the "steam car" collapsed with a bang. The iron wheels rolled out in several directions. The main body of the car fell to the ground dejectedly. The dwarf leader was stuck in the middle of the bent iron, and his beard was wrapped around sothing.
He scread in the pile of scrap tal, "help out!"
A group of dwarves ran up from behind, took out iron rods, and finally pried the bent iron fra open. The dwarf leader crawled out of the scrap iron pile, looking embarrassed. "It seems that the strength of this thing needs to be studied again."
At this ti, the Commander, Elsie, ran out from nowhere and grabbed the dwarf leader's beard. "You bastard! You promised to help reassemble the tank as soon as you developed the steam engine, but you were playing with such a shabby thing now, yet my steam tanks still not here? Where is my steam tank? You have broken it into parts and don't care about it now? Give it back to quickly."
The dwarf leader muttered, "there's no battle now. What's the use of using a tank?"
"Didn't you watch that damn video?" The abyssal demon has already asked for help from its hotown. Soon more demons will co. They will lead the monster army to attack Westwind town again. We need weapons, a large number of weapons, and the best weapon in the world is tank. The kind of trash like the holy sword are already the tears of the generation. Hurry up and make more tanks. I want five hundred."
"No way!" the dwarf leader said, "do you think our race has a population of twenty thousand? We only have two thousand! We can only get five hundred tanks for you after a very long ti."
"You also know that you don't have enough hands? Then why do you still do this kind of rubbish that will turn into scrap tal at any ti?" Elsie said, "do sothing serious for ! Do the 996 working hour system."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Robb couldn't help laughing.
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