Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1653 The Origin of Bread

“Wait a minute.” Victoria suddenly realized something. “How did you get into Cybertronia?”

Perhaps because the chef's appearance seemed so normal, she forgot one thing—Cebernia can only be entered through specific equipment; robots have no brains and shouldn't be able to get in at all.

The occasion had excited her, and she'd forgotten about it for a moment. Now, facing the chef serving up the cyber-style fried noodles, her confusion only grew.

"How did you get in?"

“Come up the stairs, Your Excellency Victoria.”

"stairs???"

At the bottom of the stairs, a door was open.

What appeared to be a passageway to the basement turned out to be rows of jackal head statues and endless waves of wheat.

That's Yaru, the underworld in mythology. From this entrance, you can see a massive, bustling production taking place inside. The original inhabitants of Yaru no longer work; they simply watch from their original villages. Amidst the golden waves of wheat, countless automated machines are harvesting crop after crop. The aroma of baking bread wafts out, as the automated machines have brought mills and ovens to Yaru.

Clearly, the automaton has entered Aru and is providing services to the residents of Aru.

"What are you doing?! When did you start making bread for Yaru?"

"Oh, my Queen Victoria, you can control the Romans, but can you control what the Egyptians like to eat?"

"This is an invasion!"

"No, no, no, an invasion requires an army; we're just providing services. The locals are very welcoming; you can ask them if they have any complaints."

“I have no objection.” The jackal head statue closest to the door turned around. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty Victoria. Hermanubis greets you.”

A chimera of Hermes and Anubis. It's perfectly normal for him to be here, since this is his home.

In theory, he was also the landlord of the entire region of Cybernia, since Cybernia was built on top of Aru.

"Lord Hermanubis, how... how could you bring the automaton here?"

"Really? Can't I do this?" Hermanubis turned and walked towards the door. His figure gradually shrank to the size of a normal person, and then he entered, holding onto the door frame. Although he was still much taller than the door frame, he had compressed his height considerably by using his reverse-joint hind legs.

As before, he held a clay tablet in one hand and a carving knife in the other, looking every bit the scribe, precise and elegant. Even the jackal-head design did not make him appear fierce.

After all, the jackal is essentially a stray dog ​​in Egypt, roaming the streets and alleys of Egyptian cities. As the embodiment of an urban stray dog, it is naturally very urbanized.

"Lord Hermanubis, shouldn't you have consulted us before doing this?"

"Why? Did you discuss this with me before you moved here? The lease was signed later. At first, you forcibly created a hole between reality and Aru, and even planned to occupy Aru. In the end, because of my opposition and technological innovation, you only started building houses on Aru's land, right?"

"Egypt is Roman territory!"

"Egypt is not Roman territory. Egypt belongs to the Pharaoh, and you are not the Pharaoh. Because Caesarion never became the Roman Emperor."

"Ah this."

Victoria was momentarily speechless. After all, Aru was not Roman territory; it belonged to Egypt. Although Egypt had transferred its earthly territory to the Roman Empire, the two countries were not, in theory, fully unified, because Caesarion, son of the last Pharaoh Julius Caesar, had not become Roman emperor.

In this situation, Egypt has its own autonomy. The Egyptian underworld, Yaru, can naturally choose who to cooperate with.

“What I’m doing now is simply acknowledging the status quo of Roman occupation of Egypt,” Hermanubis began. “This has been going on for countless generations, and I have no reason to be angry with you because of your ancestors. Just know that no one in this world wants to be a granary. Sometimes, our people also want to lie down and rest.”

He pointed inside: "These automatons are coming to us offering us bread, so why should I refuse?"

Victoria looked at the chef: "So, how did you get to Yaru?"

“Oh, Your Majesty, isn’t Yaru right there? We can just go there from the Spirit Realm.”

That's true. While Cybernia has boundaries and a strong firewall, the spirit world as a whole is not; it's open.

Aru is protected by the power of Hermanubius and the Pharaohs and is immune to invasion. However, it's not impossible for travelers and contractors to enter. After all, that's how Rome did it in the past.

As for providing bread to the people of Yaru, it's the same as what they're doing all over the world now—it's all about executing the chef's own underlying code.

He is a toaster, and he hopes that everyone in the world can eat delicious bread.

"But I wouldn't mind exploring other forms of noodles. Was the fried noodles you just had good?"

"Mmm, it tastes good, really delicious. It tastes like home," Shangluo replied.

"I'm so glad you like it!" the chef exclaimed with delight. "I specifically researched the tastes in your hometown, so I specially made this alkaline noodle dish. I even replicated the original recipe for the alkaline alkali to match the street food. I knew you would love it!"

"It seems like the soy sauce needs to be cooked a bit; it's lacking that wok hei (wok aroma)."

"Then why don't you teach us?" The chef tilted his head. "We don't really know much about cooking, we only know how to make noodles. This is our first time making stir-fried noodles."

"That's easy, I can do that too, or..."

Just as Shang Luo was about to go inside, he suddenly noticed a resentful gaze coming from behind him—Victoria was looking at him.

"Ah, well, let's talk about it next time." Shang Luo patted the chef on the shoulder. "Why don't you go back first?"

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” The chef bowed deeply, then turned and left through the door.

Standing in the doorway, he turned around and asked, "Lord Hermanubis, shall I close the door?"

"Yes, please close it. The air in Aru is filled with phlogiston, it's not free. Leaving the door open will allow excess phlogiston to drift into Cybernia."

"Ok."

After saying that, as if to prevent Victoria from being exposed to the cold air from the air conditioner, the chef closed the door.

"Well, Your Majesty. You seem quite dissatisfied?"

(End of this chapter)