The days of learning black magic in another world

Later generations will evaluate Heller Velen as a tragic idealist.

After the workshop he had built by himself was opened, it was running at full speed, and it was almost visible to the naked eye that it would not take long to complete his goal—cloth that could be used by all Urangans.

Before the workshop opened, he, Lena, and the two dukes jointly set the selling price of this batch of cloth. In order to keep the price down to this level, they had almost no expenditure except for the construction of machines. As he said, "an eight-year-old child can operate the machine", so they only recruited children into this workshop-compared with adults, the wages that need to be paid to children are much less.

The final price was quite cheap, and after the cloth from the workshop was gradually shipped out, Heller couldn't help but relax.

But he relaxed too soon.

If Reina could find him and yell at him, it would be the classic—"I told you so!"

Heller thought that by lowering the price of cloth to an unprecedented low, he would make cloth affordable for everyone in Urang...

He was wrong.

The price of cloth dropped to rock bottom, and the price of yarn dropped to negligible levels—and what was worse, the yarn and cloth that came out of Heller Velen's machines were not only cheap, but good quality.

Families at the bottom who lost their vital source of income began to cut back on all non-essential spending.

Later generations made a rough estimate of the expenditure level of ordinary people during this period. The food consumption became lower and the consumption level decreased. Most families hardly spent any extra money except food.

Cloth is indeed cheap, ridiculously cheap, but people who have no money still don't buy it, they have to save the money and spend it on more necessary necessities.

Heller Velen couldn't see these things, all he could see was the stock of cloth.

He was very confused. Although he always said that he was not good at mathematics, he was still a top student in Springs. It was impossible for him to estimate the demand for cloth by such a large deviation, but it was so large... Most of the cloth was not sold at all. .

The two dukes appeared grandly at this time.

They rubbed their hands, pointed to the remaining cloth and said, "Since the needs of the Urang people have been met, let's sell the rest, and sell them to other countries without such a low price, haha."

This is the beginning of Urang's foreign cloth dumping.

Better quality, lower price, Sidney has blocked them, but only Sidney, other countries see Ulambu importing wantonly, they all feel that they have taken advantage of it.

The later Helle Velen sometimes thinks back on this time.

He played a boring game where he had a "へ" shaped board and he liked to take a small ball and roll it up from the left and then down from the right.

The "point" of this game—although it is only his game, but he is very strict with the rules—the point of this game, or the goal, is to control the optimal strength so that the ball will not fall back. It falls back to the left before reaching the top, but small enough that it's almost frightening to watch at the top as it crosses the hurdle and falls to the right.

Heller loves to watch the moment when the ball is at the high point, and he loves to watch the ball that is about to stop and start to slide down uncontrollably.

He later recalled that the moment when the two dukes happily sold the surplus cloth abroad was like the moment when the ball was about to fall. After that, nothing could be controlled by anyone or anything. The world is like that little ball, falling crazily, forward, forward!

The sweetness of the two dukes from the dumping of cloth is only the beginning. They began to ask for more output, or, not only them, the benefits are touching. As long as you are not blind, you can see the benefits that this "small workshop" can get. It can be seen that more people want to share this pie.

It may take a lot of work to improve a machine, but it is much easier to copy one.

All of a sudden, a super-large "workshop" that sprung up like mushrooms landed on the ground.

Among them are many young nobles who are astute.

If the matter up to this point only made Heller upset why the result of the matter was different from what he had imagined, what happened next completely broke him down.

For the first time, the Urang people realized that their cotton and their wool were not enough for them to spin and weave.

Cotton and wool began to rise in price, growing cotton, or grazing sheep became "more valuable" than the land used to grow food, and a large amount of land was no longer used to grow food, but to herd sheep.

Farmers who lost their land had to find another way to survive. Fortunately, those workshops could accommodate some people.

But from that very first workshop, from Heller Velen's first decision to employ children instead of adults, all the other workshops—perhaps it's time to call them factories now—have chosen to do so.

The wages of child laborers are only half of that of adults. To compete with these children, farmers who lose their land must lower their "prices."

Day after day, Heller Velen saw that little ball rolling wildly down, and it became his biggest, deepest nightmare.

People of insight who couldn't bear the chaos accused Heller Velen's machine of "bringing disaster", and they should completely destroy all machines and restore things to the original state.

Reina also thought that if she could, she would do her best to save everything.

pity……

If Riemann is here, he will tell her that once some things start, they cannot be stopped, and capital will engulf everyone and move forward crazily.

At the end of the second year after Heller Velen's "small" workshop was established, a new trend of thought began to spread among the workers who originally only wanted to smash the machines.

The machines are not evil, the factory owners are, and burning the machines is not the solution, burning the men who take the cloth they produce is the solution.

When the New Year's bell rang in the royal capital, large-scale parades broke out in Lamore County and Brown County at the same time.

……

Riemann carefully, very carefully, tried to construct this magic of differential manifolds at its core.

He already has the fourth ring, so he dared to be so pretentious, but he felt that the differential manifold was a bit too pretentious, so he was fully prepared, and he made a magic power storage independent of him-this is his upgrade. After entering the fourth ring, in order to try the "time acceleration" magic again, but he was afraid that he would have to use another hand, so he made some preparations.

The "Time Acceleration" magic went smoothly, and a three-second time acceleration would probably consume 90% of the magic power of his current blue bar, and he was very accepting of this result.

Then he tried integration again. It doesn't make sense that differentiation can construct magic points, but he can't. The magic he obtained is called "time break".

This is... a magical magic. He can extract any moment in the past 10 minutes from the target of the spell. After extracting this moment, it will affect the subsequent time.

To describe it, suppose there is a person sitting in front of him, who suddenly gets up and goes to the bookshelf to get a book.

After casting the spell, he can withdraw the opponent's movement of getting up, causing the current opponent to return from the bookshelf to the table in an instant.

Very practical, he likes it very much.

Then he is now trying differential manifolds to his death. To be honest, it took him a long, long time to recall this course. He didn't give much hope at the beginning. I understand, only ghosts can create magic...

But with his unremitting memory and hard work, and his hard work with an attitude that is even more desperate than studying in the past, he is about to release this magic with differential manifolds as its core.

It doesn't feel... good.

Riemann immediately connected to the magic power storage device. This thing feels like it consumes much more magic power than "time acceleration" and "time break".

When the magic was completed, Riemann was stunned.

The effect of this magic...

Re-select the dimension for the target of the spell, optional dimension 1-3 (cannot perform dimension-enhancing actions, well, the value of research is directly gone).

He chose 1D for this and that leaf.

The leaf disappeared immediately, and Riemann knew that there was actually a line there...but it was almost as if it had disappeared.

"Very good... This magic is still too early for modern people. Let's use it when we enter the cosmic era."

"Okay, differential manifold, delete it from the schedule... wait until they figure it out by themselves, I don't care about what happens hundreds of years later."

Just as he was talking to himself, a mirror in front of him suddenly lit up with purple light, and he knocked on it twice, revealing a small dark face inside.

"Mr. Devil, the workers from the Brar Factory have entered the Brar Manor today!"

"Oh? How's the situation?"

"It's going well! They're preparing for tomorrow!"

"Is there any movement in the Holy See?"

"Absolutely not!"

"You should know that this kind of victory is only temporary. There should be an army to suppress them tomorrow, and the Holy See will not let them go. So... still no one wants to learn magic?"

Riemann spread his hands.

The child's eyes in the mirror dodged for a moment: "Mr. Devil..."

"A magician, not a devil."

"Okay, Mr. Magician, we just want to burn those hateful nobles to death. The Holy See will not do anything to us, but if we learn magic... use magic..."

Riemann: "Yes, in fact, I also hope that the Holy See will not intervene as you wish, but I will still come here, just in case, you have no chance of winning against those who go to the Holy See."

He looked at the young man with a twisted expression in the glasses: "What's the matter, don't you want me to come over?"

"Please believe me, Mr. Devil, we are really grateful that you awakened us from numbness and let us find our way, oh how I wish you were always the kind Mr. Human, I will always remember your teachings, but If the Holy See finds out about you this time, we will also be eliminated as devils... Mr. Devil, when we burn those nobles to death, we will definitely serve you with our souls! But..."

Riemann raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will not interfere with your decision, but if an accident happens, you know how to contact me."

"Thank you, Mr. Devil!"

There was another purple light on the mirror, a new "video call" came in, and Riemann cut off the black-faced kid and connected another call.