After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 543: What's the use of scrap metal

Chapter 543: What's the use of scrap metal

The cellphone was a new product developed by Robb recently.

He used an emerald 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 emerald's database, and then use the emerald to connect to the corresponding crystal ball.

In this way, the structure of "mobile phone-base " was formed. Thus, the crystal ball was no longer "paired", but formed a network, which could connect the crystal ball that he wanted to connect to at will.

Robb said, "remember, 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 memorizing numbers. Can't I use their names?"

Robb snorted, "do you know how many people in this world are called by the name of Gorda? When they all have mobile phones and tell the crystal ball to call Gorda. Who will it dial?"

"I... I..." Gorda stammered, "then don't sell the crystal ball to someone 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 met danger on the way of taking an adventure, call you, and throw out a transmission portal scroll. Then you'll come to help me, 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 temperament. 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 come 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 craftsmen. 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 businessmen were buying tickets. One of them was an old friend of Westwind Town, the dwarf businessman. He still came 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 development 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 time 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 came over from the cement road in front of the chapel. It was a strange car that has a steam engine, a huge metal frame, and several iron wheels. With a white barrel on its head. It drove on the cement road with great difficulty

The strange car was obviously very poor in power, and was extremely difficult to drive. If it hadn't walked on the flat cement road, it would have been difficult for it to move at all.

It took a long time 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 something 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 something.

He screamed in the pile of scrap metal, "help me out!"

A group of dwarves ran up from behind, took out iron rods, and finally pried the bent iron frame 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 time, the Commander, Elsie, ran out from nowhere and grabbed the dwarf leader's beard. "You bastard! You promised to help me 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 me 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 hometown. Soon more demons will come. 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 time."

"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 metal at any time?" Elsie said, "do something serious for me! Do the 996 working hour system."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Robb couldn't help laughing.