Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 84 Sambo: What? The Envoy of Wisdom?

Mechanical settlement.

"So, what exactly do you want to do with me here?"

Eve walked beside Sambo and asked with a puzzled look.

At this moment, the scene around them had changed from a town to a snowfield.

It has a feeling of endless winter.

"Oh dear, Eve, don't be in such a hurry!"

"You'll know when we get there, won't you?" Sangbo reassured him.

"I'm afraid even if I wait until then, you'll have already tricked me out of it." Eve revealed a dead fish eye.

"How could that be? I, Sangbo, would never betray my friends," Sangbo said, patting his chest.

"Look, we've arrived!"

Sambo suddenly stopped in his tracks; ahead lay Swaro's camp.

However, it wasn't quite what Eve had imagined.

The mechanical settlement—I thought everyone living here was a robot, but it turns out to be a group of humans.

"I didn't expect it to be so lively," Eve remarked, looking around.

“These people are all wanderers. Their hometowns have been taken over by monsters, so they have nowhere else to go but here,” Sambo explained.

Eve nodded slightly. "So it seems that this Schwarz is quite easy to talk to."

“No, no, no, you don’t understand how terrifying Schwarzkopf is.” Sambo immediately shook his head, a look of horror on his face.

"He's knocked me flying more than once..."

"Then you probably brought this on yourself," Eve rolled her eyes at Sambo.

"Hey, don't call me out on this. It's just that I sold him some cheap engine oil," Sangbo said in a low voice.

Eve immediately clapped her hands. "As expected of you, Sambo!"

"Alright, what exactly do we need to do?" Eve asked directly.

“Okay, I need Eve to help me get the Gold Prospector certification.” Sambo finally revealed his purpose.

"Gold prospectors?" Eve asked, puzzled.

"The so-called gold prospectors are those who help Schwarzro collect machine wreckage from all over the underground and then bring it to Schwarzro for repair," Sambo explained.

“I see, you want a pass, right?” Eve said.

"Oh, that's why she's called Sister Eve, she's so smart," Sambo said obsequiously.

He was certified before, but his license was revoked after he sold substandard engine oil a few times.

Now the robots in the camp will beat him up whenever they see him.

"Stop flattering me, how do I do that?" Eve asked.

Sambo pointed to a robot in the distance and said, "Simple, see the robots next to the wanderer? Those are Schwarz's informants, here to maintain order on his orders."

"Besides monitoring the petty thugs' every move, another of their duties is to provide trials."

“Anyone who wants to be a gold prospector has to pass the test of these iron crabs,” Sambo explained.

Eve nodded slightly, then walked towards a robot.

A traffic light robot immediately aimed at Eve and emitted a mechanical sound.

"Protocol...started, initiating scan...verification."

"Authentication failed. Individual not granted access. Trial to begin."

"The first step of the trial begins. Please listen to the question—"

What is a microcrystalline unit?

Upon hearing the question, Sangbo's pupils widened immediately. "Huh? No way, why has the difficulty of the question increased?"

I remember his last question was: Who is the champion of the Internal Combustion Engine Rap Competition?

The robot then turned to Sambo and continued, "Because, illegal merchants, Sambokoski, have been detected."

"To prevent further losses, the difficulty was increased."

“This…” Sambo was speechless.

If we're not even close friends, why hold a grudge for so long?

Sambo then looked at Eve, somewhat worried that she wouldn't be able to answer.

“Microcrystalline unit? Easy,” Eve said casually.

“A microcrystalline cell is a core component of an LCD display, which typically requires the connection of a driver chip, a control circuit board, and a display module.”

"Among them, the driver chip is the most important interface of the microcrystalline unit, responsible for converting the input signal into a display image, and is therefore often referred to as the 'brain' or 'core'."

The robot beeped twice, then said, "Correct answer."

"Question 2: When designing a high-speed rotating mechanical component, how do you consider the dynamic balancing problem to ensure the stability and safety of the component under long-term high-speed operation?"

"This...this...this is beyond the limit, isn't it?" Sangbo looked completely bewildered.

Eve thought for a moment and said, "The purpose of dynamic balancing is to eliminate or reduce centrifugal force caused by uneven mass distribution."

"Dynamic balancing methods include static balancing and dynamic balancing. Static balancing mainly involves adding counterweights to the lightest points of a component to achieve balance when the component is stationary, while dynamic balancing requires measurement and adjustment while the component is rotating, and is usually performed using a dynamic balancing machine."

"Therefore, during the design phase, we should try to make the mass distribution of the components uniform to reduce the workload of subsequent dynamic balancing."

"However, given the materials available to Bellberg, it is best to maintain static balance as the primary method to achieve dynamic balance."

“Correct answer,” the robot responded again.

"So, one last question."

Question 3: When conducting plasma physics collision experiments, if the polar coordinates of the third energy can be adjusted three alpha units in the negative direction, how much impact will it have on the final result?

"No, wait a minute! Is this still a mechanical problem?" Sambo was about to flip the table.

He had never even heard of Alpha or plasma.

Eve simply stated, "0.9·φ·(fc·A + fy'·As')."

A red light flashed in front of the robot, and it said, "Correct answer."

"Authentication result: Successful".

"To receive your Gold Prospector Certification, please extend your right hand."

Sambo stared at Eve with a bewildered look on his face, his expression full of confusion.

Not a girl? Are you a computer enthusiast?

"Sister Eve, may I ask what you did before?" Sambo asked curiously.

Eve thought for a moment and said, "Well, before becoming the [Pleasure] Envoy, I think I was the [Intelligence] Envoy."

Sambo:? ? ?

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