Not a Witch

Lorraine Hill is at the top of the third floor of a restaurant at the moment. The roof of the third floor of this store is open and open-air. It has just rained and there are not many customers. Under the scattered umbrellas, there are one by one. White table and chair, she was wearing that black robe, sitting quietly on the chair, watching the pedestrians pass by below.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." A woman in a white robe with gold rims walked up to the top floor and sat down in front of the girl.

"No, I just arrived."

Roland Hill looked curiously at the eldest sister in front of her. She was young, but she had the superb strength of Sequence Six. Her figure was probably also loved by men. She had a plump figure, beautiful curves, and a soft and beautiful face. With waist-length black hair, she looks like a perfect wife.

"I didn't expect you to dress up like this, Lacey."

Sitting opposite was the female alchemist who had been negotiating with the group earlier, Tireira.She did not go to Dayas' house with the delegation, but left the team and stayed alone, and it took a few days to contact Roland Hill to meet.

"Well, after all, if you don't hide it, it will be too conspicuous to come out." Roland Hill explained.

"Indeed."

Tireira recalled the appearance of Lacey, which even Emenas, who brought together geniuses and top dignitaries, had never seen it before.

"I apologize to you for the behavior of Master Braunton before, but I also hope that you will know that Rourna is not the only voice like them."

Tireira said, and then explained the reason. Unlike many mages of Rourna, she was a graduate of Emenas College. Collision there is far beyond the imagination of the local mages of Rourna, and the relatively rich knowledge sometimes breeds a kind of arrogance, unwilling to lower down to observe many truths.

She apologized first, and then began to introduce her school.

"The school I belong to is a faction that studies the core of steam power. Most of the other alchemists use the extraordinary magic furnace as the power source, inscribe the magic circle inside, generate torque, and then make it rotate, but such processes are often complicated and require Alchemists make and drive. And the direction of my research is to be able to inscribe an effective magic circle without relying on superhumans, and to make a steam-powered system, because this can benefit most ordinary people."

To put it simply, electric motors are all popular in existence, and the genius alchemist studied steam engines.

Magical electric motors not only need alchemists to make, but even use requires extraordinary people to constantly charge, otherwise they will use precious magic spar, and steam engines use ordinary fuel.

Tireira looked at the dreamy-looking eldest lady in front of her and looked at her expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I said a lot of unfamiliar things, and I don't know if you can understand it. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I'll explain it later."

"Understood." Roland Hill nodded, with a hint of a smile in his blue transparent pupils.

"It's good to understand. I'm also afraid that what I said is a mess and others will misunderstand." Tireira was also a little relieved.

"Why is Sister Tireira so optimistic about our Karites?"

"No, I'm just optimistic about you." Tireira said with a smile.

"It's very beautiful, Lacey, and she has her own opinions and strength. It's rare at your age. It's better to stay here and discuss with you than to follow those old men to other homes."

"A person can only have one heart, and so does a ship. There is only one power system. Most of the delegations are from the Magic Furnace. If I go there, it will only be crowded out." Tireira said another reason.

"Our faction is also just emerging, and there are not many members, so we can only find other allies. At the same time, I also hope to see my own doctrines practiced and expanded in the mainland."

Lorraine Hill nodded, and had a lot of goodwill towards the big sister who graduated from Emenas, mainly because her theory was aimed at most ordinary people. Although Luerna's alchemy creation is excellent, it is still somewhat The feeling of being high and low can not benefit the public.So much so that there is a huge gap between the life at the top and the bottom of the world.

The things and life enjoyed at the top may be more comfortable than the modern people in the previous life, while many of the bottom are still on the edge of life and death. She also often thinks that if the lower limit of ordinary people is not raised, the world will always be in a state of chaos. This kind of fragmented state, the environment in which people grow up and live is so different, and there will be a lot of dissatisfaction and misunderstanding. This kind of resentment turns into a deep estrangement and barrier, hindering the progress of the entire civilization.

"I also like Sister Tireira's idea. Even if it is technology, if it can't be popularized and used by ordinary people, it will always be just a plaything for a small number of people and cannot change the world."

"If Sister Tireira wants to cooperate with our Chamber of Commerce, I will be very honored."

"No, it's me who should be grateful. After all, no matter how good an idea is, if it is implemented, it will burn a lot of manpower and material resources, and you have taken more risks."

Tireira and Roland Hill had a very good conversation, and the two hit it off on many points of view. Although Roland Hill claimed to have only studied with a reclusive teacher, many opinions and opinions were heard in Tireira. It was also very novel, and even inspired her.

The two talked about ships, airships, alchemy technology, countries, ideas, etc. from the power furnace. The three similar views made each other more and more satisfied, and they were not happy until the sky was getting dark.

"Sorry, we chatted for so long without realizing it. Little Laixi still has business affairs to do with the Chamber of Commerce. It's delayed you for so long."

"No, the business of the Chamber of Commerce is almost done today." Loren Hill shook her head, her work efficiency is very high.

"This gem records some of our school's technologies, drawings and design concepts. Because it can be used by ordinary people, the craftsmanship should be constructed as much as possible without extraordinary abilities. I hope it can give you some help." After speaking, Tireira took out a gem.

"As for remuneration, I don't need anything. This technology is not yet mature. I just hope that it can spread and be gradually improved by everyone."

In the dark blue gem, there are faint light particles flying, and the brake is beautiful.

"If you don't understand, you can ask Lan Lier. She is a third-year student of Emenas. She is currently at home in Hopelander, and lives in Daffodil Street. I will write you the address later."

"Thank you." Roland Hill checked the gem a little.

[Steam Engine Prototype] (Bronze Grade): A relatively primitive power source, engraved with a primary magic circle, which can be built even by non-extraordinary people.

Although the evaluation is only bronze, in the eyes of the girl, this is like the seed of a new era. Even if it is still a little immature, according to the history in the dusty memory, this is the power that can truly change the world. The era of industrialization will Played again in the world of Ivar, just as I remembered.

"Perhaps Sister Tireira still doesn't know the meaning of this, but on behalf of Karites, I sincerely thank you." Roland Hill stood up and bowed.

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Two weeks later, Lorraine Hill thoroughly understood the technology, integrated the excellent steam turbine structure of the previous life, and then used the system to continuously assist in analysis to transform and reconstruct the prototype. It didn't come out, and the results were satisfactory.

[Magic Steam Turbine] (Gold Level): An extremely powerful and efficient power source, combining the excellent concepts and technologies of two civilizations, extraordinary structure and effect, it is the crystallization of wisdom, a miracle achieved by mortal bodies.

And the era of big ships and cannons is coming.

Chapter 84 Winery Workers

When Lorraine Hill was addicted to researching new things, Mei Lu also swept away the differences in the family with a thunderous momentum. At the dinner of the meeting that day, the uncles and relatives in the family 'voluntarily' surrendered their rights and interests. business, and was arranged by the main family to live in the headquarters to continue to recuperate.

Teams of messengers and personnel set off from the Helis headquarters and began to travel to various branches. A large number of personnel changes occurred in various branches. Some were taken over by people sent by the main family, and some were directly promoted. , For a while, Helis's family style was clear, as if he had cut off the fat on his body and went into battle lightly.The vacated positions also inspired those who were usually frustrated, and gave them hope, and the entire chamber of commerce was revived.

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Nissos home, winery.

With a masonry structure, the winery under the wooden beams is a busy scene, with stacked goods, neatly stacked wine barrels, and huge wine tanks.

Some personnel kept putting boxes of grapes on the table, and a group of women and children began to pick them out, picking out the green, small, broken, moldy, sundries, etc. and throwing them away.

Others rubbed these selected grapes into the wine vat, and bursts of fruity aroma began to spread in the factory building, and the wine vat was full of broken grape crumbs, peels and juice.

One of the teenagers was also working hard. He was wearing a mask and special gloves. He kept crushing some grapes and putting them in a big bowl. When the big bowl was full, he poured it into the jar. There are many workers, some are older, some are younger, but he is the youngest.

Workers in these breweries work from morning to night, with only one hour of rest at noon. Usually, there is basically no vacation. If they take temporary leave, they will inevitably be deducted. Although it is very hard, many people still flock to them. After all, they can earn money every month. A dozen silver coins, which is much better than farming at home.

As the time approached evening, the teenager was a little tired, so he found an empty wine barrel and moved it over, sat on it and continued to work.

"Bud." An aunt next to him gestured for him to come down, not to sit.

The teenager was a little puzzled, and I didn't affect my work, but the aunt continued to say.

"It's not good for you to work like this. You are going to gossip when people see it."

Then let the boy down and remind him that the person in charge will probably say something like 'You are so comfortable'.

As a last resort, the teenager obediently got down from the wine barrel, moved his sore legs and waist, and continued to work.

At night, huge candlesticks were lit up, and the lights in the masonry factory were bright. Several employees lifted the wine jar and poured it into the huge filter funnel next to it. The funnel was covered with several layers of gauze. The purple grape juice slowly flows out through the gauze filter.

After looking at it almost, several employees gathered the gauze and squeezed it continuously, squeezed out the remaining juice, and finally got a jar of slightly clear grape juice. After closing the lid of the wine jar and letting it stand, the group of talents began to leave work.

"Have you finished, hurry up, Granny Dela's cakes are all sold out."

One of the uncles began to urge him. He was covered in stains, and the smell of sweat and grape juice was mixed, which was a bit unpleasant, but no one laughed at him, because everyone was the same.

"Wait a minute, just cover this up, or tomorrow old Abu will deduct the money when he sees it."

"That old thing can be picky, and I don't know who it is for."

"That's right, I haven't seen the Nissos family give him more money, and it's so disgusting, it's a different way to deduct it."

"Maybe he likes this feeling. You didn't see him being dragged to the sky like a nobleman every time he checked."

"It's done, let's go and get some meat tonight."

"Che, are you treating me? I can't afford it."

"It's okay, I'll ask."

"Don't, Manda, when did you become so generous? Could something have happened again?"

"Oh, you'll find out later."

Several brewery workers walked away, leaving only one worker on duty to watch the night. He locked the door and blew out most of the candles, leaving only a small amount of light. After that, he also took out some dry The cakes were placed in the hot soup and slowly softened. After eating, they lay down on the table and took a nap. The night was still long.

Bud, who was working in the factory during the day, also dragged his exhausted body back to his place of residence. This is a relatively remote corner of Hopeland. The mess is the true portrayal of this area. There is no light at night, only the smell The smell of street rubbish and dead fish.

In the middle of a small square, there is a well, and there is a low house not far away. An old man is leaning on the doorpost, his eyes are half closed and half awake.

Bud stepped forward to get some water out. The barrel was a little heavy, and he could only lift half of it.

Tightly pulling the rough rope, the burrs on the rope were a little prickly, and then the old wooden barrel staggered and slowly rose.

"What are you doing?" A hoarse voice sounded behind him, like a ghost, and Bud was startled, the rope in his hand loosened, and the barrel fell rapidly, pulling the rope to rub his hand and stinging, He quickly grabbed the thick rope again, and then looked back.

The old man who was leaning against the door was already awake. He stared at Bud with turbid and yellow eyes, infiltrating like a dead man.

"I...I'll drink some water and rinse my body." Bud was a little scared and said tremblingly.

"Where... do you live?" the old man continued to ask.

"I live in the red clay house behind the beech tree in the west. I came here a few days ago and was introduced by Grandma Nant." The boy said nervously.

"Oh."

The old man replied, and closed his eyes again and ignored him.

Bud took a sip of water, then rinsed his body and left quickly.

The next day, which was also the day to pay wages, Bud came to the brewery for two months, and only then did he get his first month's salary, 12 silver coins.

He carefully wrapped the silver coins in the belt of his clothes before going back, but today was not as smooth as in the past.

A few people who smelled of sweat and alcohol blocked Bud in the alley. They had long planned to wait for this young man. The leader was Manda, a worker in the brewery.

"Boy, don't be happy, I sent money today."

Compared to the small Bud, these adults are very tall, and they seem to block the sky when they stand together.

Covered by the shadows of these people, Bud could only keep retreating, and finally leaned against the dusty wall.

"Be honest, take out the money for new ones, that's the rule, understand?" said one of the rough men, dark-skinned and full of yellow teeth.

"No..." Bud was a little scared, but he still didn't want to hand it over. This was what he finally earned, and after working hard for a long time, he had to pay the rent and buy food.

Snapped--

A slap slapped Bud around the world, and the whole person was stunned. There was a burning feeling on his face, and then his calf hurt and was kicked, but he still insisted on not falling.