When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist Chapter 1120 - 1057: Ry Court Barracks Clockwork Revolution

The evening sky outside was dyed red by the sunset, smoke rising from the peat chimneys of the ry Court Barracks, mingling with the distant sounds of the smithy.

After confirming that Leonardo was ready, Horn stretched lazily and stood up, picking up his coat draped over the back of the chair.

Just as he reached the door, he heard a knock.

He turned the doorknob: "Is there sothing you need?"

Edwin scratched his gray short hair: "Just got news from the Gospel Court, Thierry the ambassador from Falan and Deputy Envoy Fontenor have arrived.

Besides, the emissaries from the Five Cities Alliance of Dawn Island seem to be traveling with them."

"Have the two sides t?"

"They’ve already t."

These two are quite quick, the spy network over at Falan is unreasonably well-inford.

His expression darkened as he looked towards the evening sky out the window, then shook his head: "Forget it, let them rest for the night, talk tomorrow. I’m heading to the chanical Palace."

"Yes, I’ll arrange a carriage right away."

With the Holy Gun Cavalry clearing the way, the Pope’s carriage rolled over the cobblestones of ry Court Barracks.

At this ti, workshops and stores on both sides of ry Court Barracks had long since closed, only sporadic apprentices and sweepers cleaning the streets with oil lamps.

On reaching the chanical Palace, Horn lifted the car curtain and entered through the copper rooster gate.

In the center of the courtyard stood the pillar of shattered dragon bone crystal, particularly striking for its thickness of two arm-spans.

The body of the pillar shimred with a mother-of-pearl luster, fixed on plinths by four brass supports.

A star stone striker floated above, with a chain linked to the copper mountain clockwork case on the side, the lid carved with intricate gear patterns.

Around the base in the circular Mithril groove, Horn could see liquid lunar rcury gently swaying in the evening breeze.

Passing through the heat of early sumr, Horn walked a circle around the contraption with his hands behind his back: "This is your ether clock prototype?"

"Yes." Leonardo was more excited than usual, "With the ether field present, we now have the frequency of the ether field.

If Your Eminence reads the latest issue of the Journal of Natural Science, you’ll see research on ether frequency.

It’s been proven that mortals, Blessed Wizards can perceive ether vibration frequencies within a range.

Originally, causing resonance at different ether frequencies would have taken over a hundred years of research, but the Dragon Language Magic Lexicon happened to fill this gap.

In fact, many Alchemists have inadvertently utilized ether resonance, and the essence of previous Tarot Law ditation is essentially ether resonance.

Standing on the shoulders of prior Wizards, Giant Dragons, and Elves saved us a century of work, successfully completing this ether clock."

"So, we can remotely charge the clockwork?"

"Uh, not yet, Your Eminence." Seeing Horn’s disappointnt, Leonardo quickly added, "Currently, we haven’t been able to summarize the frequency formula for copper mountain.

Second, the energy needed to activate the ether clock is too large, relying solely on the lunar pool is insufficient, so we rely on the Ethereal Tower.

After all, only within the coverage of the ether clock can remote transmission be achieved.

If it can cover the whole Thousand River Valley, that would be best. If not, we’ll have to settle for less."

Horn’s disappointnt was short-lived, quickly recovering.

With theoretical foundations and various thodologies established, the clockwork revolution of the Eastern Continent is on track.

From zero to one is difficult, but from one to two to three will only speed up.

Perhaps in the near future, we’ll see ether relays and more.

In the future, it’s estimated it won’t just be clockwork, there will also be copper mountain springs for converting ether into potential energy or kinetic energy.

"Since copper mountain doesn’t have a frequency formula yet, how do you plan to verify it?" Edwin asked curiously, after running over with Horn.

Hilov glanced at her: "Haven’t you noticed anything different about today’s chanical Palace?"

Edwin spun around on the spot: "Why does it seem like there’s a lot of ropes and hanging glass stones?"

"That’s fluorite." Horn corrected Edwin and asked Hilov, "Did you find fluorite’s frequency?"

"Yes, lighting fluorite through ether resonance isn’t complicated." Hilov extended her hands toward Horn.

Horn imdiately reached out, holding Hilov’s hands.

Feeling the warmth of Horn’s palms, Hilov smiled: "Perfect for using the energy from Ethereal Tower to test the range, maybe it’ll cover most of ry Court Barracks."

Leading Hilov to the side, Horn asked Leonardo: "Are you ready?"

"We can start anyti."

"Great, let’s begin."

......

"What are the people on the roof installing?"

Bradak, riding a horse followed by a carriage, pointed at the houses along Central Avenue.

By now, the sun had set, the evening glow disappearing.

A few strands of thin clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving only a few scattered lonely stars in the sky.

Thierry and Fontenot followed the direction indicated by Bradak and saw people moving on the rooftops of every household.

On so shorter shops, a few workers could be seen stepping on ladders, nailing stones embedded in wooden fras to the eaves.

Above so narrow alleyways, countless stones were tied to the ropes used to hang triangular banners.

"Who knows." Thierry frowned, he hadn’t seen these things when he was in the ry Court Barracks before.

Fontenot sneered, scratching his back with a whip: "Decorating with so broken stones? I must say the taste of the Holy Alliance is quite amusing."

Frowning, Bradak knew Fontenot was hinting at him.

After the Five-City Alliance converted to the Holy Sect, their first choice for aid was the Holy Alliance.

Falan’s strength was naturally stronger than the Holy Alliance, but Falan’s control over cities was also stricter.

To retain so autonomy, they chose the more reputable Horn and his Holy Alliance.

Bradak raised his head, looking at the orderly streets.

The stone slabs were laid flat and neat, with buildings of similar heights and even the windowsills matched in height.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the flowers placed on the windowsills like in Huaqiu City, nor hear the tavern’s hustle and bustle.

He held Leia’s letter of appeal in his arms, but seeing this cold image, he suddenly had a shiver in his heart.

"It’s far worse than Huaqiu City." Fontenot said softly, "Not even a hint of vitality."

"The ry Court Barracks has only been rising for five years." Thierry defended the Holy Alliance, "Having so much population is already quite rapid developnt."

Fontenot spat: "Even after another hundred years, they won’t match even a fraction of Huaqiu City.

Look at this broken street, they can’t even afford to light torches, afraid to bump into walls at night."

Listening to Fontenot’s muttering, Thierry felt stirred.

He clearly rembered last ti, the iron torch stands on the street were lit, yet today each one was empty, as if the wicks were deliberately removed.

What’s going on?

Thierry frowned and scanned the surroundings: "That’s not right, last month there were torches..."

"Click—"

Thierry’s ears told him he heard nothing, yet his heart abruptly felt a fleeting click and buzzing sound.

"What’s wrong?" Fontenot leaned forward to ask.

Thierry did not answer, instead staring blankly at Fontenot.

Fontenot was puzzled, just felt his vision blurred, and Thierry’s face suddenly lit up.

"Oh my god."

Turning around, Fontenot and Bradak both exclaid.

Before their eyes, far away the chanical Palace suddenly lit up with a faint glow.

Soon after, the second point, third point...

Nurous luminescent stones blood successively from near to far, like the Holy Father spilling a box of stars, scattering countless stars over the rooftops of the ry Court Barracks.

Green, red, gold, white, the corners of the eyes were all blurred.

The colorful halos of luminescent stones turned into flowing rivers of light, spreading along the streets.

Luminescent stones under the eaves ford streams of light, stacks of stones in squares piled into glowing mountains.

The streets lit up, the stone slabs beneath their feet illuminated, even the originally dark night sky shone bright.

People who were at ho suddenly ca out, mouths agape, gazing at the stars once high above, now seeming so close.

"Stars, it’s stars!"

"No, that seems like luminescent lamps?"

"How can luminescent lamps be so bright? No way, who is supplying mana to these luminescent lamps?"

"So bright, it’s like dayti, like being in a rainbow."

"No more fear of walking at night anymore!"

The tide of light spread outwards until halting at the edge of the wilderness, enveloping most of the ry Court Barracks.

Thierry was the first to react, casting a solemn gaze toward the chanical Palace.

Fontenot, on the other hand, was still dazzled by the illusion-like transformation of the five-colored lights.

As for Bradak, he stood upright from his saddle.

With a srized gaze, he reached over his head and gently touched the burning luminescent lamp.

Light and heat, neither was an illusion.

"This, this is indeed a miracle..."