A strange world

Chapter 1183 Section 105. Slow down

"What should we do with this steam engine?" Michael looked at the steam engine he used to fool Annan.

"You call this a steam engine?"

"The steam engine you mentioned uses steam to move the machine, and my machine uses goblins to drive the machine, there is no difference." Even though he is an alchemist, Michael still has some prejudices of a wizard: they have all seen steam, how much power can it have?

"Or use a goblin machine instead of a steam engine?"

"Not really... No, absolutely not."

Let alone catching a hundred goblins, even if you catch a hundred ratmen and throw them in, you can't make a section of the train move. And what's the difference between this and a carriage?

What he wants is a machine that is independent of human power, not an old thing covered with a metal shell.

Annan opened the door of the alchemy room, let the three goblins jump out, turned around and said to Michael: "You should rest for a few days, and then take a bath."

"Who are you going to find to continue the development of the steam engine?"

"No one, I will do it myself."

No one in this world knows more about steam engines than Annan.

Why look for a bullshit alchemist? I might as well do it myself!

The principle of the steam engine is very simple: steam is generated by boiling water, the steam pushes the piston, and the piston drives the wheel.

With the strength of the materials in Allen's world, refined iron can ensure stability. For safety, refined steel is also OK, and even mountain copper can be used as the cylinder--

Annan decided to use refined steel as the raw material, spent half a day drawing a blueprint, and gave it to Bronzebeard to make a set according to it.

Bronzebeard threw away the forging hammer, grabbed the blueprint with a hand bigger than Annan's head, looked at it, and threw it aside.

"How long will it take?"

"The orders for the blacksmith shop have been scheduled until 1003." Bronzebeard picked up the forging hammer again.

"I want to cut in line!"

"Annan, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?" Bronzebeard raised his head, his thick beard stained with sweat sparkling in the firelight: "I said this to remind you that the blacksmith shop is short of staff."

"Didn't we just recruit 100 apprentices a few days ago?"

"You mean those humans? They are not as good as a dwarf together!"

"Then I will recruit 10,000 apprentices for you?" Annan was thoughtful. Free City is the least short of people now!

"Has!"

Bronzebeard cursed at the dwarf and was about to drive Annan out.

"Don't worry, there will be dwarves to help you by the end of the year." Annan still wanted to paint a rosy picture for Bronzebeard.

He meant that there would be a good harvest at the end of the year, and a large amount of distilled liquor would be brewed and sent to Harvey Stoneskull to attract dwarves to Free City.

"Oh, don't worry, you will be in line next year."

The lord of Free City, the big money maker of the blacksmith shop, and the beloved Lord Annan was driven out of the blacksmith shop by his subjects.

"Hahahaha——"

Several children and goblins ran through the street, laughing as they grabbed crabs.

Annan remembered that Bronzebeard also liked wine, so he returned to the mushroom house and knocked on the door of Michael's alchemy room.

The door was slammed shut just after it was opened. Annan, who expected this scene, stretched out his foot to hold the door: "Don't be nervous, I'm not here to study new things with you this time."

"What are you going to do?" Michael asked through the crack in the door.

"You didn't even let me in..."

"I'm scared."

Annan had no choice but to let Michael brew a barrel of distilled wine through the crack in the door.

"I know, I'll send it to the city lord's mansion later."

In the end, Michael didn't dare to let Annan in.

...

Annan returned to the city lord's mansion. As soon as he came to the second floor, Olmedo, who was sitting in the living room, asked without raising his head: "It is said that you and Michael had a quarrel?"

"How do you know?"

Annan sat aside. Although it seems that I didn't do anything today, I really worked hard...

"I should ask you this question. The goblins know it all, so there is no secret to tell."

Thinking of the three little goblins, Annan suddenly realized: "It was just a friendly exchange."

"Oh?"

Annan and Olmedo complained: "By the way, am I that scary? The second time I went to see Michael, he didn't even dare to let me into the alchemy room."

Olmedo raised his head and stared at Annan for a few seconds: "Yeah."

Annan was not convinced: "Where can you find such a generous lord?"

"You are indeed generous enough." Olmedo agreed, "But normal alchemists have loose tasks. They just need to complete the tasks required by the lord or boss within the specified time."

"Me too."

Olmedo had to look at Annan again to see how he said such words with an innocent face: "Did you give him a break? Or, is there a gap between tasks?"

"Uh..."

Annan was silent. Thinking carefully, it seems that if I have an idea, I will go to Michael. He has several tasks piled up: improving magic gunpowder, improving unstable crystals, making steam engines...

It's similar with Dumbledore. He not only has to improve two types of golems, but also invent and improve various golem runes from scratch...

Olmedo continued: "Even skeleton farmers have time to rest in the moonlight at night..."

"I know."

The reason why he caught Michael and took advantage of him was that Liberty City was still short of people. It was not short of ordinary people, but talents with special skills.

"How is the expansion of the school going?"

Olmedo suddenly felt the same as Michael at this moment: "It's only been a few days, how can it be so fast?"

Even the evacuation of residents around the school has just begun.

Annan frowned and was about to say it was too slow, but Olmedo stood up, pulled him to the sofa, pressed him to sit on the sofa which was still warm, stared into his black eyes and said: "Slow down."

"Slow down?"

"Slow down..."

"Today is the middle of April in the year 1002 of the Saint Laurent calendar, it is sunny, and there are still two months before the Freedom Festival."

"You are so close to me just for the weather forecast?"

Olmedo did not dodge, and continued to look at Annan with his blue eyes like the sky, and whispered:

"Annan, we spent two years to create this beautiful territory, and the treasury is full of gold-"

"Shh..."

Annan raised his finger to cover Olmedo's lips.

Mentioning money in the City Lord's Mansion is forbidden, and it may attract Elimoyas next door at any time...

"... Proud business, powerful legions, our commercial streets are all over Middle-earth, inventions are pouring out, we maintain friendly relations with the Empire and Legend, we have our own World Tree, and we are even close to forming an alliance with the Elf King's Court, and all this took only two years."

"We have a future that all lords envy, what are you still in a hurry for?

"I..."

So I have done so many things?

"Free City is a dragon. As it grows, it will become more and more powerful, but it will also lose some agility and will no longer be as flexible as when it was young. Do you understand?"

In Olmedo's eyes, Free City is already very efficient, but even so, Annan still feels slow.

What am I in a hurry for?

Annan asked himself, and when he was about to come up with the answer, a scream broke through the City Lord's Mansion.

"What are you doing! ?"