The Foundations of Civilization

After playing with the little one for a while, Derek returned to the main hall.

His work for the day was not yet finished. As everyone knew, the Augusta Knight Order was probably the only Transcendent Power organization.

Yet for Derek, there were still some Transcendent Knights scattered outside it.

To his surprise, Tru, who had long since become a researcher, had finally reached the threshold of Transcendence.

The little blacksmith from back then had spent over twenty years honing himself and had long become a qualified researcher.

Though he was inconspicuous, he was the sole giant within the Great Xia Empire's military-industrial system.

However, because of the nature of his work, few people knew of him.

Delivering the prototype Knight Mech today was not Tru's true purpose.

Honestly, anyone could have delivered such a crude first-generation model. There had been no need for him to travel such a long way himself.

So after making his rounds, he returned to the main hall and waited for an audience.

Even if someone noticed his itinerary, they would not think much of it.

After all, he was a researcher. People saw him as a frail scholar, and even his burly build could not change that impression.

But... he had been a blacksmith by trade. During the first half of his life, he had followed the army everywhere, and it was not as if he had never encountered danger.

Thus, Tru was also a fervent knight enthusiast.

Though he could not become a knight, he had never stopped training.

He was even more fanatical than many professional knights.

So, in the third year after the birth of Transcendence, Tru finally rushed his way to its threshold.

As he waited in the main hall, Tru thought of many things. Scenes from the past kept