I Got 999 Level With One Cut

Edina glanced at the dishes on the Pope's plate. She gently took out the internal combustion engine that looked like a pile of junk from the linen bag and placed it in front of Garb Neville.    

    

"Pope, this is what I want to show you."    

    

The young inventor from the slums of a distant small city and the Pope who led the Church of Steam were people from two different worlds. Edina carefully considered her words.    

    

Garb Neville probably had too many things stuffed in his mouth that he could not answer. He raised the champagne in the champagne glass and took a small sip.    

    

"Show me." Garb Neville said. He was waiting for the servant to serve him a second dish. The bright red vegetable soup was served in an exquisite small bowl with a little bit of sour cream next to it.    

    

Edina took a deep breath and took out a small bottle of fuel. At the same time, she opened the lid of the top of the machine and poured in the thick black liquid. A pungent smell of gas appeared in the air. Garb Neville frowned. Soon, someone placed an unknown plant in front of his table, emitting a strong fragrance that made people calm down.    

    

When Garb Neville was about to raise the silver spoon to drink the soup, Edina started to play with her great invention. She also silently prayed in her heart that this seemingly unreliable self-made machine could not be wrong. All the components used to build the internal combustion engine were obtained by her through unconventional means. They either fell from a factory's production line or were replaced with spare parts. There were even parts that she processed, but Edina did not have the ability nor money to get the parts that came out of the formal processing factory. So there was no other way.    

    

Hence, the sound of the internal combustion engine circulating rang out in this small room. In fact, everyone who was standing there and watching this scene... Whether it was Riko Hasegawa, Garb Neville, or even Edina, none of them would have thought that this machine in front of them would bring about such a huge change to the Plane.    

    

Garb Neville used a delicate silver spoon to put the red soup into his mouth, and the crisp sound of the tableware colliding could be heard from time to time. He stared at Edina's masterpiece with interest. Inside the mechanical structure that he could not see, the fuel was ignited and generated heat. The air expanded in the high temperature, pushing the piston to move again and again. Finally, through a series of transmission structures, a small wheel began to slowly rotate.    

    

"This is my gift to Holy Spirit Watt, the improvement of the steam engine."    

    

Edina looked at the Pope through her internal combustion engine and the tableware on the table. The expression on his face made people unable to grasp his true thoughts that were hidden in the depths.    

    

The servant walked forward and removed the empty soup plate. He brought a flat piece of fish meat. The fish meat was fried on both sides and was golden in color. It was very attractive with light green spices sprinkled on it.    

    

"Its principle is no different from the traditional steam engine." Edina carefully considered her words, "They use the steam from boiling water to produce a pushing force."    

    

Edina nervously bit her lips.    

    

"I call it internal combustion engine, Pope."    

    

Garb Neville was busy stuffing the fish meat into his mouth, so he did not give a specific response. He only answered vaguely. Two minutes passed in this awkward silence. Edina finally mustered up her courage. She added another sentence.    

    

"My internal combustion engine only needs a bit of industrial waste oil that drips down from the transmission pipeline to be used. Moreover, its efficiency in energy utilization is also higher than traditional machines. If you allow it, I can design it to be the same size as the central mainframe. A machine that can provide energy for a town."    

    

Perhaps the Pope was attracted by the inventor's words, or perhaps it was because he just finished eating the fish, the Pope finally put down the knife and fork, leaned back in the chair, and narrowed his eyes.    

    

" It's quite interesting. " He commented, and also burped.    

    

This involuntarily made Edina look at the Pope's bulging stomach.    

    

"Did you know? I heard Cardinal Karashnikov talk about you. She said there was a little girl in his district who was in charge of evil machine." Garb Neville smiled and took a sip of wine. " Later, he said that he thought it was created by your sister. Actually, it was you. However, it's all the same. "    

    

" It's not the devil's machine "    

    

"I know So, I've changed my view now. The archbishop in Karaur must have had a little misunderstanding with you. That's why he treats the product of such a genius as a devil's engine. "    

    

The Pope's face revealed a kind smile. He wanted to lean forward and touch Edina's head or something, but because he was too fat, he did not get what he wanted.    

    

The inventor girl was so shocked by the sudden surprise that she could not speak.    

    

Since Edina decided to conduct research on the internal combustion engine, only she herself understood what she had done for the machine and the drawings. The religious police had endlessly questioned her. In order to find suitable parts, she had been in a pile of waste for a day. She had worked in a factory with a harsh environment only to earn money and buy tickets to Saint Capital. All of these sacrifices seemed to be for this day.    

    

However, it was a pity that this was not the case.    

    

"But."    

    

Garb Neville's kind smile gradually disappeared and turned into a strange smile that was not a smile.    

    

"Unfortunately, Cardinal Karashnikov has already said it with certainty. Your invention is the machine of the devil. In a sense, Mr. Karashnikov, as the archbishop, has become the spokesperson of Church of Steam. "    

    

" If I announce that I will replace the steam engine with the internal combustion engine, then wouldn't the Church of Steam, which guided Holy Spirit Watt's millions of people, be slapping themselves in the face? "    

    

The fat pope spread his hands and made an innocent expression.    

    

"So the one who is at fault is not me, nor is it Cardinal Karashnikov. It is this world."    

    

Edina stood blankly on the spot, not knowing what exactly happened. She could only vaguely hear Garb Neville giving orders to the servant. "Block my eyes until the floor is cleaned," he shouted.    

    

"Guards! Kill this intruder!"