Chapter 312 Worship

Yes, Saint Rudolph God Arcado, the name appears in the hearts of everyone here like a brand. The reason why these magicians, craftsmen, technicians and scholars look higher and farther is that there is a "infinite imagination" person who points out the way and direction.

Acado is light and simple, departs from Yong'an Military Port, takes the train directly, gets off the secret halfway station in the jungle, takes another special train, and goes to the "Genesis" he created.

Although it has been officially renamed "Genesis", people here still like to call themselves "85 Research Institute", which is a habit, an inheritance and an honor.

"Your Majesty! Welcome to 85 Research Institute!" Anthony took dozens of mages and technicians who were responsible for managing this place to welcome Acardo from afar on the platform.

"Hung Holiness St. Rudolph!" On the whole platform, the freight station workers unloading goods in the distance, the soldiers on guard, and the scholars who developed new trains and other equipment here cheered loudly, because the king flag fluttering in the wind haunted their hearts countless times.

"How long will Your Majesty stay here when he comes back this time?" Anthony asked Arcado in front of him. Although Arcado has always regarded Anthony as an elder and exempted him from many meeting ceremonies, Anthony always looks like a well-behave student in front of Arcado.

"I heard that the eagle plan has reached the final stage. Let me see. You know that the magic cannon has become a common thing all over the world. Sooner or later, it will become a force for all countries to deal with us. I need to find a better spear to tear apart stronger sins!" Arcado looked out of the car window and said.

"We know that Your Majesty is coming and have prepared this question to ask your Majesty in advance, but... it's a little too much." Anthony was a little flustered and his voice was getting smaller and smaller.

"Send it to my room at night. After all, my schedule is very tight, and the elf forest is really reassuring. At least the ambition of the orc empire has not been defeated." Arcado took a look at Anthony and smiled gently: "I will watch it in the evening."

Anthony once heard Meadow secretly mention that Arcado was busy dealing with many things, and the help of the 85 Institute was often completed late at night. This young emperor paid a lot of pressure that ordinary people could not bear to achieve such dazzling achievements today.

However, the more it is, the more shameful these "scientists" are. Their work day and night is only responsible for the development of some practical magic and technology, but they always need others to be distracted to guide them at critical moments. This shame is also one of the driving forces for their progress.

"Your Majesty, this... you have been running all the way. I think this time... forget it." Anthony hesitated and said, "Or... let's see it tomorrow."

"Anthony, what I know tells you, so what is saved is our time, and you can go further on the road. What we lack now is time!" Arcado looked at Anthony, who was a little embarrassed, and put his hand on the back of Anthony's wrinkled and dry hand: "I hope we can go further together, far enough to change the world!"

"Your Majesty!" Anthony looked at Arcado and didn't know what to say. He was a magician and was not good at words.

"Send those questions to my dormitory. I'm also curious about what so many questions are like?" Arcado raised the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes.

There was no gossip along the way, because the poor new emperor had fallen asleep. Anthony looked at the young face with guilt, and hot tears slipped down his ripping face.

Acardo did not go to the Eagle Project Laboratory, which he was most concerned about, but walked to a less prosperous area in the "Genesis" city, where there was a not spectacular cemetery, which was incompatible with the prosperity of the whole city.

This is just a quiet cemetery with a series of tombstones engraved with the lives of the people buried here. They are all outstanding staff who died in 85 Research Institute.

If someone can walk slowly from here, they can feel the solemnity and solemnity here, and the inscription on it is enough to make people cry.

"XXX, a senior lecturer in the mechanical engineering department, improved the power system of the ironclad ship to make it more efficient. In the latest engine project, he died in X due to an accidental engine explosion at the age of XX."

"XXXX, the magician, the former director of the magic array arrangement and combination research department, found that the magic crystal energy can be extracted and stored, one of the founders of the magic energy reserve theory, left us peacefully in the research institute at the age of 10X."

"XX, a native of the Yongye Empire, came here due to the war. He worked in the dock factory on Rome Island and became an apprentice blacksmith and master Cheng Kente. Later, he was selected into the 'Genesis' work because of the improvement of forging technology. He devoted his life to completing the revolutionary idea of accurate forging. He died early due to illness at the age of XX."

These people either died here due to age illness or left the world due to accidents, but they all let today's human beings stand higher and see farther.

They dedicated their lives to their own cause, engraved their names on the long scrolls of history, and became a star in the vast historical galaxy, always shining on the beautiful night sky.

Akado walked quietly in front of the tombstones line by line, touching the cold stone tablets one by one with his hand, without saying a word, just touching them one by one and walking step by step.

Anthony followed him and a few mages and technicians, but they had already burst into tears. An emperor could put down his hegemony, put down his busy work, and was only a few steps away from the secret weapons he was most concerned about, but he could come here first.

This is an affirmation of their achievements, this is a recognition of their status, this is an invisible supervision and invisible encouragement, an expectation and aspiration.

Acardo stopped in front of the last tombstone. Only Anthony saw Acardo gently wipe his face and heard Acardo mutter gently: " Rest in peace."

A simple tombstone still stands there, silent, sad or happy, and the breeze is whispering, bringing people's heavy thoughts and drifting into the distance.

not far behind Arcado, the Holy Sword King flag spread in the wind, covering this solemn cemetery with some majesty and nobility.