Mu En had assumed the pirate leader would be lost in his sorrowful past and was about to say something to offer some comfort when Mu En said, "So..."
Dola suddenly looked up, her face instantly breaking into a bright smile. "The reward I promised—hehe, what do you think?"
This rapid change of expression left Mu En speechless, unable to deliver any of her prepared lines.
"No rush, let me look at these drawings first."
He decided to leave this shrewd and calculating woman out of the picture for now.
A gentle golden light enveloped the pile of documents, and the drawings and document books floated up, their pages rapidly turning under the control of mental power.
Mu En's consciousness was working at high speed, precisely scanning all those complex lines and formulas into his mind.
After becoming the Erdtree, his thinking speed and information processing ability have long surpassed human limits.
At this moment, with the support of this immense spiritual power, Mu En was rapidly comprehending the advanced technology of the ornithopter.
"The power source—is it actually a diesel generator drive system?"
Mu En discovered that the drive system used by the ornithopter was exactly the same as the "electric drive" system that he remembered from his previous life, which had only matured nearly a century later.
Simply put, it uses a high-power diesel generator to generate electricity, which then drives the entire flapping wing structure.
This system is typically used in construction machinery that requires enormous torque, such as the massive wheels of mining trucks that can be as tall as a two-story building.
It would be reasonable to use it on aircraft that require sufficient power to carry people.
But what follows is the absurd part.
Bionic flapping wing system.
If electric drive was merely ahead of its time, then this wing system was a true black technology that even Mu En couldn't achieve in his previous life.
To manufacture aircraft wings, one must first extract special chemical fibers from large quantities of crude oil that possess electrical conductivity, superelasticity, and high strength.
Then, these fibers are woven into a dense web in a specific way.
These two components constitute the "artificial muscle bundle" that can be controlled by electric current, and the "bionic insect wings" that can withstand high-speed flapping.
Finally, they were assembled to form the two pairs of wings of the ornithopter.
By simply changing the frequency of the electric current, artificial muscles can precisely control the flapping speed of wings, thus mimicking the flight of insect wings.
As for how to extract artificial muscle fibers, it seems difficult, but it is actually not simple at all, and the cost is staggeringly high.
Manufacturing it requires a series of complex and troublesome refining and catalytic processes. Producing one kilogram of finished product consumes several thousand tons of crude oil, and the yield is even lower than that of gold ore.
According to Dola, she spent most of her life savings on these four ornithopters, risking her life to hijack many lucrative merchant ships to raise the capital.
The results were, of course, remarkable. The military's most advanced pulse jets were completely outmaneuvered by the ornithopters, and the anti-aircraft firepower of no cargo airship could hit these "flies."
Coupled with its ultra-long range of over 1,000 kilometers and rocket-assisted acceleration engine, the Dola's Air Pirate Gang became the most feared nightmare for merchants on the Albion Continent.
Mu En quickly processed this information.
Ornithopter technology was undoubtedly the most valuable trophy after the discovery of the Volucite vein.
If it could be recreated in the Valley of the Wind, he would possess the strongest aerial unit besides the Ancient Gunship.
"Excellent." Mu En gathered his thoughts and turned his attention back to reality. "So, Dola, what reward do you want?"
Dola's eyes lit up, and she quickly started calculating in her mind.
More blessings? Stronger Incantations? Or----
She hesitated for a few seconds, then cautiously asked the question that had been bothering her all night, "My lord, I would like to know first—what is your ultimate purpose in descending here?"
She remained wary of this powerful, intelligent being.
Even though I'm already deeply involved, I still want to figure out what the other person's goal is.
"My goal? This is the reward you wanted?"
"No, no, no!" Dola quickly waved her hands, her face showing a look of fear and trepidation. "I was just curious. If it's such an important matter that you can't tell us servants, that's perfectly fine!"
"It's alright, this is something I needed you to do anyway."
Mu En didn't care what this old fox was up to, and directly transmitted the "compressed file" that he had sent to Pazu yesterday to Dola as well.
He never intended to conceal his purpose. If he wanted to expand his faith and territory, why couldn't he create a nation that suited his preferences?
"This, this is----!"
As Dola processed the news, she became increasingly alarmed.
Unlike Pazu, the simple vision of "everyone can live a good life by working with their own hands" was no different from a union slogan to her.
What truly terrified Dola was a deeper concept. "No nobles or powerful clans, no monopolistic capital or unscrupulous merchants, everyone is equal, and all rights and responsibilities are fairly exercised by the capable under the watchful eye of the gods."
Having navigated the lines between the legal and illegal worlds for years, Dola, who is well-versed in the rules of the world, couldn't possibly be unaware of what this meant.
If this deity is not lying----
So what he wants is to wage war against the entire Northern Kingdom, no, against the entire world!
In Dola's world, the notion that nobles, royalty, and tycoons are inherently superior is deeply ingrained.
The so-called nobles should be one class above miners and farmers.
This was true for the Northern Kingdom, the Victoria Empire, and the distant Eastern Ocean Islands of the East and the New Continent Federation.
Even the church, which proclaims the supremacy of God, may quietly modify its doctrines due to offerings of gold and silver or political pressure.
To exonerate the powerful and wealthy.
But now, a god who has shown true power tells her personally: all men are created equal, and the throne and power should belong to the virtuous.
This means that the other party needs far more than just followers and subordinates.
What the Erdtree truly desires is to overthrow and reshape the entire world order!
She was completely under its control, and the other party truly possessed divine power capable of overturning the world. Under these circumstances, the Erdtree had absolutely no reason to lie to her.
"This... this is really... funny! Hahaha!"
Dola's eyes widened, and she finally burst into laughter, startling the air pirates and Pazu and the others around her.
"Alright! Let Dola join in too!"
She stepped forward, no longer feigning anything, and said resolutely, "I wish that my sons and I would all become your subjects, contributing to the world you envision. Could you grant me this small request?"
If the world depicted in the Erdtree had arrived sooner, would she have been forced to take the deadly path of space piracy?
Will her talented husband also die in that dirty patent battle and conspiracy?
Perhaps... no.
She might become the kingdom's most respected top pilot, while her husband would become a great inventor who goes down in history.
Although what's gone is gone and can never be brought back, at least now she has the chance to stake her already impure life on contributing to that distant golden kingdom.
So that her son, and even her future grandchildren, can live under such a sky!