Chapter 17: 17 16 Latest technologies

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"Well, go on, but our biggest difference is this look. As you can see, you're not getting old."

Saying, Solomon appeals to himself with his hands wide open. Like Mira and Luminaria, Solomon was also restrained in appearance and wearing character makeup in a makeup box.

"So, how's it going to be after thirty years?"

"Yeah. I can't say absolutely because there's so much I don't know exactly yet. Are you sure you won't get old, or are you old but just not looking the same? Does it have a lifespan? Or something. Maybe we'll find out in about four or fifty years."

To say that there is no aging due to the moon means that there is no physical deterioration associated with it. And the skin tension also continues to be maintained. What Luminaria said about the world being the best is that it doesn't change the way it looks. Because if you are a beautiful man and a beautiful woman, that is eternity.

I understand that Solomon's story doesn't change the way they look. It's not really fundamentally that the former player is in that state.

But Mira had the word lifespan (...) in her head that was in such a story. In thirty years, death will certainly not come yet. But what about death, which depends on another factor?

In the game era, if defeated by demons, etc., they were returned to their countries and bases and revived in a debilitating state. But it's time for the game. Does that rule still apply even now that it has become a reality? Mira wondered where it was.

"By the way, what happens when you die in this world? Are you coming back to life in a state of debilitation?

"Hmmm......"

Solomon puts his arms together with a troubled look on Mira's inquiry.

Solomon, who summed up his thoughts after a while, when he looked up, said, "It's not definitive," and then began to talk.

"Actually, you've never heard of a player dying yet. But that may limit the number of players and information about them.

It's just that this is my personal view... but maybe I'll die. "

Solomon's voice, which speaks pale, tells him so, even seriously.

It's not more of an unthinkable story than it is a reality. Mira would have hoped it would not have been, but she also thought it would not have been convenient, so she accepts the words very much.

"Well, maybe. What's the rationale for that?

"That's a friend list. I check my friends list every night. Seems like some of you suddenly show up in this world.

But, you know, there was the other way around. I knew you were online on your friends list, but I had friends who didn't know where you were. "

So much so that Solomon moistens his mouth once and his lips. In the room, where his voice disappeared for only a moment, the sound of Luminaria binding the documents sounds.

"One night I checked the list as usual and it was turning offline. And then until today, I'm not back online."

"I see..."

If you believe that being in this world is online on your friends list, then you are not offline. There are two things you can think of from there.

One logged out in some way.

The other disappeared from this world for some reason. Which means he's dead.

Mira decides to act with greater caution when she believes in the basis of that Solomon.

"You can say you're not going to die or anything. Honestly, the most common factor when it comes to dying is the combat relationship. It's hard to believe we're gonna die from this. You can't beat them because your strength stays the same. If you run away with all your might, you'll have as many hands as you want, whether you're the Warcraft King or the Demon King or the Dragon God."

In the middle of paperwork, as Luminaria said sitting glossy on her desk, it's not such a serious problem if you try to keep the three of us together. That's all I have. The three of us here are confident in the power we have put on through various means for the four years since the start of our service.

"Sure, that's right."

"Right. And only, so. Let's put this on hold. We don't need to give answers right now, and we don't have the means to do so humanely. I guess I'll just have to be careful."

Solomon returns to his smile earlier to open the menu from his bracelet and confirm the current time.

"Well, it's time for your appointment. Shall we go? Mira, come with me."

"Hmm. Fair enough. What business is it?

"It's a pleasure to see."

Having said that, Solomon walks out to the office door when he smiles as if it contains something.

"I'll show you the evolution of this world."

Luminaria turns herself on her desk and jumps towards the door.

When Mira also stands up, after the two of them, she follows the office. From the indescribable gaze of Reynard and Joachim, he hid behind the Luminaria with a rush and a small run.

The five go down the stairs more than once as they go down the hallway. The quiet gradually spreads and the footsteps echoing the inorganic gray walls slowly linger in the ears.

Would you have come down for the tenth floor? Yes, where Mira thought, I see a big iron door and a guard consolidating its side.

The guard tells Solomon and Luminaria that it is "unusual" to acknowledge or deny the appearance of Solomon and Luminaria, or to give an example (...) military salute.

"Thank you"

Solomon, who returned a word, behaves in king mode because he is in public. The same goes for Luminaria.

"You are already gathered."

"Right."

"It's not long before it starts. Dear Solomon, that's you."

The guard turns his gaze toward Mira.

"This is Mira, Dumblrf's apprentice. I'm taking her to an experiment that's about to start, because her technology might help."

"This one. Excuse me."

Upon apology, the guard puts a card-shaped key at the door. Behind the iron door, which slowly and bluntly opens, the white corridor continues further.

Mira leads Solomon and Luminaria through the door. Then there was a modern state-of-the-art, facility-like landscape, unlike previous medieval designs.

Mira reminds me of some foreign Aeronautics and Space Administration that she once saw on TV as she gave the sight a glimpse.

You're doing something that sounds fun.

Deep underground, harsh doors, experiments. The first thing that emerged from these was a secret research facility.

"Come on, we're here."

Having said that, Solomon stops in front of a large door, which slowly and naturally opens.

"This is amazing again."

From behind the door, a white and vast space appeared. The horizontal, vertical, and height are so far away that the edges can be seen next to the dome stadium.

There are countless mechanical objects lined up in such spaces, with large, eye-catching objects sitting in front of them. A tower that flew out long and horizontal on a very large body. Before the meter that is lined up around it is a man wearing a white coat. There is a noticeable connection of oil stains and a person in apron around the main body, which is discussed with that.

Behind it, on the side of the door where Mira and the others entered, were eight magicians in robes and five noblemen in luxurious costumes unmatched to the occasion, watching the scene.

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"I've been waiting for you. Dear Solomon."

It was assistant Slayman who showed up by the door. If you thank him small, keep him at Solomon's side.

"Thank you all."

And Solomon cried out, and whosoever was there stopped his hand, and turned to him, and thanked him deeply. And when I looked up, everyone's gaze focused on the unfamiliar girl, Mira.

Mira, weak in sight, slips to the side like rubbing her legs. As soon as she tries to dive behind the luminaria, she grabs both her shoulders by that luminaria and is pushed gooey forward.

"This child is Mira, a disciple of Dumblrf. It's inherited refining technology, so I'm sure it'll help with this experiment."

From around, one nobleman steps forward as a variety of emotional voices rise.

"This girl is the one... May I say hello?"

"Uhm. All right."

When Solomon agrees, the aristocratic man steps forward in front of Mira and pokes his knee.

At about sixty to seventy years of age, a face with a deep wrinkle in his romance grey hair has a gentle smile towards Mira. It embodies old calm and masculinity, and the king's title would be better suited than Solomon's. The luxurious costumes are not decorated any more than necessary, and they come together elegantly.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Edward Cols Steiner. It is an honor to meet the disciple of the hero Dumbleffe."

That's what I said. Edward takes Mira's hand and gently mouths it on the back of his hand. But Mira admires the gentleman's attitude that went into that Edward Hall where she would have tried to pay for it. No, I'd rather say I was a stranger. Because the figure was what Mira yearned for itself.

"Ugh, um. Mira."

While standing up and watching Edward return to his original position, the real (...) was Mira's new decision to refine that she was still good looking. Behind him, Luminaria was giggling to such an extent that no one could tell.

(…… now, Edward. I wonder if we've met somewhere.)

In the middle of rebelling his gentleman's standing behavior in his head, Mira drifted through the ocean of memory feeling like she'd heard Edward's name somewhere on Arc Earth Online, but it never shaken and shaped like a shadow on the water.

"So are you ready? Let's start with the first step."

Drawing consciousness back to the voice of Solomon, who said so, Mira looks up at the enormous machine at the center of them as she follows with her eyes the researchers and technicians moving around in a hurry.

"Is this... a cannon?

Mira squeaks, looking at the horizontally long stretching black cylinder that looks like a shell.

"Correct. It's not just cannons, either."

Some researchers to Luminaria smiling gently at Mira in a woman's language speeds up the dokiri and its heartbeat at its sister charm. Knowing the contents, on the other hand, Mira shifted herself away one step or two with a subtle expression that did not belong to any of the joys and sorrows.

And some kind of device is also installed at the edge of the sight, in the direction pointed at the far cannon.

(What is that...)

Mira gazes as she tilts her body slightly, fluttering silver hair on her shoulders and countless ribbons shake.

"Hey, you're looking at something amazing."

"Hmm, what? You don't care about that. Let's get this over with."

"No, but it is. Well, what..."

"What the hell, just now?"

Ahead of Mira's gaze, researchers and technicians making final adjustments to the device see the adorable figure of a girl staring at herself with interest.

"Certainly, of the disciple of Master Dumbleff..."

"Oh, it's Mira"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're rude."

"But you're Mira, no matter what you think. What else can I say?"

"... Dear Mira. Like what?"

"Dear Mira... That's what ants are for"

A niggling and grinning researcher. The technician, who thought he was an ant in the same way, shook his neck vertically to show affirmation.

The two of us were really talking crap, but the pace of the work was on the contrary faster. Mira was watching me, and I strained myself.

"Ready. You can always."

That's what only one of the technicians tells you when the colour of his hat is red. He is the head of this scene and the one who designed the body of the cannon to be experimented with this time.

With her gaze back on the cannon again, Mira could have expected to start with a test shot. But from the looks of it, it's not just cannons. The cannon launching the normal shells was also in an era when it was still a game. It is a common weapon that was developed from blacksmith skills and created by players and used in various countries.

But it's not as big as looking up, and it doesn't need countless connected meters.

(Well, I wonder what you'll show me)

Mira pleasantly caresses her jaw and waits for things to come to pass.

The researchers are waiting in front of an instrument connected to a cannon, and the nobles are watching the results of this experiment side by side at the wall.

"Experiment begins!

"Experiment, we will begin!

When Solomon speaks so highly, the chief repeats and activates the main engine of the cannon.

Indoors, a tall motor sounds and the meter needle trembles. The nobles breathe, and Reynard and Joachim stand vigilant in front of the three Miras in case anything happens and pay attention to the cannon.

"After the first phase, five…………………………………………………………………"

The sound sounds higher with the countdown and occasionally mixes sounds like discharge.

"Two... one... critical confirmation!

"Fire!"

Hear Solomon's voice and the chief pushes the lever in. At the same time, the roar of cleaving the sky is shot out with a lightning wrapped flash. When the runoff of its destruction struck directly at the curtain of light unfolding over the device in front, it scattered vibrations and shocks as much as it rocked the space, causing an explosion to sound late in the moment.

Those on the spot, seeing the destructive power enough to blow away the device that produced the curtain of light, are tempted by the power of the cannon as they were relieved for a while.

Mira's eyes shine with the bravery of the new cannon, which is out of power from the original cannon.

"Wow, wow, wow"

Luminaria put her hands on Mira's shoulders like that, trying to bend her face closer to the side,

"This is the new production skill that has evolved in thirty years without you. It's an accord cannon, a new weapon born of magic engineering (...)"

That said, he looked up satisfactorily at the cannon accord cannon, which showed sufficient force.

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