Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1270 The Lord of the Oracle

Shangluo, Lanfang Company and representatives from Syracuse Academy of Sciences began tripartite talks.

Shangluo has already sat firmly. Although the background behind him is a bit fake, it doesn't look fake when he is still. In front of him is not only his own sign, but also the sign of Dragon Palace. Because he was commissioned by Ao Zang before, Shangluo represented Dragon Palace to negotiate all the details related to the sea area in this experiment.

Zheng Shijie, who represented the Aerospace Department of Lan Fang Administrative Services Co., Ltd., sat in another window. He was the most prepared and had already changed into a real formal suit that did not require any special effects to pull off.

But at the Syracuse Academy of Sciences, the camera was still dark.

"Shangluo, is there something going on over there? The meeting has already started. Did they get the time wrong and not take the time difference into account?"

[That's impossible. The Academy of Sciences is very rigorous. How could they make a mistake on such a basic question as time difference? Wait, let me ask.]

Apollonia was about to call to inquire when the black screen came on.

A huge nostril pointed at the camera, which scared Shangluo. Because the screen in front of him was very large, his nostril was also magnified to the size of a basketball. The two nostrils were like two basketballs.

"Uh, this distance seems wrong, adjust it again. Eh? Has it already started?" The nostrils suddenly retracted, and a big bearded face appeared on the screen. He had black hair, which was common among Romans (crossed out) and Greeks. His hair volume was a little worrying against his protruding forehead. This was also a common hairstyle for scholars.

Like other Romans (crossed out) and Greeks, he wore a silk robe from Zhendan. The volume of the robe was as much as that of the east, making the two sides look quite similar, both of which were produced by the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau.

"Good morning, everyone - it should be morning where you are, but it is already midnight. Sorry, our people got a little sleepy in the middle of the night, and there was a small problem when debugging the camera, which has been fixed now. Let me introduce myself first: I am Archimedes of Syracuse, an echo of history. The real Archimedes is no longer here, and those Romans dragged me out of history and forced me to lead scientific research. In order to deceive myself, I fled to the place where they all agreed that I should flee to, that is, my hometown, Syracuse. With the permission of the Romans, I will talk to you about the upcoming experiment. So, let's get started."

Archimedes explained the entire cause and effect in a series of words.

"Is it really necessary to say so much?" Victoria watched from the sidelines. Archimedes poured out everything he should and shouldn't say, just like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.

[Ah, is this your first day meeting him? ]

"Yes, Your Majesty Victoria, this is not the first day you have known me."

"Who?" Only Zheng Shijie on the screen didn't understand. "Who are you talking to?"

"Let me explain. As a projection of history, I am not a complete person, but I have gained a convenient phlogiston vision. This allows me to find 'Eureka' and easily perceive the flow of phlogiston. For example, Mr. Shangluo, His Majesty Victoria next to him has been trying to establish a sympathetic connection with him, but he has never noticed."

"Cut! Cut this part! This part cannot be broadcast!" Before Victoria could get anxious, Miss Agatha next to her was already anxious.

"Ms. Agatha, I know you have sacrificed your life for your niece, but you can leave now. You are free."

"What!?" Victoria looked up suddenly. "You are not my tutor? You are my aunt! You are my father's sister?" "So I said don't connect with him!"

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it." Archimedes continued to talk nonstop. "After being killed by you Romans and then being pulled back with this broken mentality, my mind has lost the separation between the inside and the outside. It's only natural for me to speak out what's on my mind. Lord Shangluo, do you mind?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I quite like it. Uh, well, is there anything wrong with me?"

"The 'virtual projection' you set up to try to explain it to me is very sophisticated. But I don't actually need it. You don't need to project it, just ask [the lord in the Oracle] to send it to me. I can speak the language of light."

Unlike his attitude towards Victoria, Archimedes showed respect to Apollonia. He did not even call Apollonia by her name, but indirectly called her "the one from the Oracle".

[Because Archimedes is Greek. I am the 'Son of Heaven' of Greece, and he still respects me.]

"Yes, you have the wisdom that matches your position and are a competent Pythian priest."

【The second half of the sentence is redundant.】

"Well, Archimedes, if you don't think it's necessary, I'll turn it off?"

"Yes. Our communication does not require so much funding. I think the communication of meaning is more important. Please talk in the manner that you feel most comfortable. I will do the same. For example, my bathtub will be delivered soon. You may not know that this is the 'setting' given to me by the Romans. As long as I stay in the bathtub, I will abide by the setting, which will make me feel comfortable. It's really a sad mechanism."

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"Wait a minute, I'll close it."

"Hey! Wait!" Zheng Shijie suddenly raised his hand. "You can see it, but I can't! I can't read the 'language of light'."

"You can't read it?" Archimedes asked in surprise, "There are cracks of light on your body. I thought you were already walking in the light. If that's the case, you should stay as you are."

As they were talking, the bathtub arrived. Archimedes, wearing a robe, soaked in it directly, and the warm steam rushed up. He reached out to wipe the screen and lay back comfortably in it: "Although it is a setting. But taking a bath is still a pleasure. Then, Mr. Shangluo, I would like to ask a question at the beginning of the meeting."

"Hmm? Go ahead."

"I see the label 'King of the Romans' displayed above your head. What does this mean? Are you the King of the Romans? Or are you married to the Byzantine Emperor and this is your title?"

"It's the former," Shangluo replied, glancing to the side. Victoria was obviously very angry about being called the "Byzantine Emperor", but she managed not to jump into the screen.

(End of this chapter)