Magic Industrial Age

As a visitor from a technologically advanced world, with the Deep Blue database in tow, the sheer variety of machinery in Roy's mind was staggering.

However, there's a saying: leading by half a step makes you a genius, leading by a full step makes you a madman!

Even if he could produce the blueprints, let alone whether they could be realized, making money required aligning with the practical situation.

For example, if Roy wanted to create aircraft right now, even if he could, who would he sell them to?

If the Habsburg Empire knew Roy had such things, they might immediately attack and seize them.

Or take magic-powered cars; the Habsburg Empire already had those.

Producing a new model wouldn't be too outrageous!

But few people possessed magic these days; even fewer could afford them and the magic stone consumption.

Besides, even in the Habsburg Empire, paved roads weren't widespread.

Driving, especially at high speeds, wasn't a pleasant experience.

In reality, human-powered bicycles with two wheels had a wider audience than magic-powered cars.

Unfortunately, those required little technical skill.

If produced, seven or eight similar brands might emerge within a year, making it impossible to earn money.

As for household appliances like air conditioners, refrigerators, and water heaters, they had some market, but they needed continuous power from magic pools, limiting their suitability and making the market pitifully small.

Therefore, Roy realized that while he seemed to have many options, few were practical.

In the end, after much deliberation, he focused on processing machinery.

Here, the special nature of magic-powered machinery must be mentioned.

The combination of magic and machinery was never part of Roy's vision for mechanical development.

Take Douglas Hill, for example; he was already a second-tier LV10 mechanical mage.

Although he didn't have a complete set of processing machinery, no lathes, milling machines, planers, or grinders, he had magic!

He could use magic to complete the processing and assembly of all parts.

The mage tower's laboratory didn't have blacksmiths or coppersmiths; he made those parts by hand.

Literally made by hand, without any tools.

So, if you saw a group of third-tier transcendent mechanical mages taking out a bunch of self-propelled, self-loading magic cannons;

or fourth-tier Calamity mechanical mages directly launching beyond-visual-range magic bombs…

you shouldn't be surprised!

It could be said that in the field of mechanical mages, processing precision and micro-engraving magic纹 technology, like micro-engraving magic arrays, improved with their increasing strength.

By the fourth tier, they could even hand-craft tightly fitting gears with almost no gaps.

However, as powerful as they were, the number of mages who reached that level was limited, even in the Habsburg Empire!

Industrialization required popularization, large-scale production, sufficient quantities, and benefits for every citizen of the Empire.

Thus, processing machinery that could greatly reduce processing difficulty and allow ordinary mage apprentices to use it would inevitably have a huge market demand.

Moreover, processing machinery could be imitated.

However, as long as Roy continuously accumulated data, optimized, and improved his technology during the production process,

he would have a first-mover advantage.

Even if new processing machinery appeared in the Habsburg Empire, they would at most occupy some low-end markets.

The high-end ones would still have to be imported from him.

This was a huge advantage, allowing him to have huge foreign exchange income, which would in turn support the development and industrialization of Flower Collar.

Based on these considerations, Roy immediately started drawing diagrams whenever he had free time, preparing to sketch out the processing machinery in his mind first, and then let Lilya study and research how to realize it.

The only pity was that Lilya was alone; there were too few people, and the research and development capabilities were too weak.

Before falling asleep, Roy's mind was filled with how to discover and cultivate professional talents,

or find a way to take advantage of the Filante Magic Academy?

…

The next day,

early morning.

Roy still woke up early, sweating profusely on the training ground of the Lionheart Manor, lifting thousand-jin stone locks with his bare chest, honing his physique.

After completing a set of training, he drank a bottle of magic potion, found a corner, and practiced breathing and exhaling, cultivating the [Cheetah Breathing Method · Accumulation], accumulating battle qi bit by bit.

Seriously speaking, from the time he learned about the annihilation of the Raymond family's direct bloodline until now, a total of four or five months, his cultivation progress had clearly slowed down.

Take physique training, for example; it was an accumulation bit by bit, but during this period, his attribute data had not changed much, far from the rapid progress before.

There was no way, there were too many things to do, busy every day, and too many worries, making it impossible to calm down.

In addition, the time spent on the road did not give him a good opportunity to cultivate.

But the only thing that remained unchanged was the accumulation of battle qi.

Compared to basic meditation, unless Roy wanted to develop further in magic, such as studying spell models and trying to cast spells,

otherwise, his current magic power was completely sufficient for him to use magic guns and magic cannons to his heart's content.

Thousands of points of magic power were more than enough even for a grueling war.

Only battle qi, after two purifications, had greatly increased in power, but the decrease in total amount was also undeniable.

If he wanted to achieve the third-tier transcendence, other aspects were far beyond the standard, only this battle qi had to be filled up.

In other words, to advance, he had to pull the data to [Cheetah Breathing Method · Accumulation LV6 (99/100)],

and he was only [LV5 (80/100)] now.

When he reached the third tier, not only would his battle qi be more profound, but he could also try the last purification of [God's Sigh] and choose a higher-level breathing method that was more suitable for him.

At that time, he wondered if he could fight a fourth-tier Calamity head-on?

This idea emerged in his mind and spread like wildfire, lingering.

It was just that the speed of battle qi accumulation was too slow!

Even so, he had obtained sufficient Scarlet Blood Magic Potion from Madam Linda before returning; otherwise, cultivation would have been even slower.

It is worth mentioning that Roy originally thought that when he cultivated the second secret holy skill [Lion King Lord], he could at least hope for [Template Evolution].

For example, from [Hero Template], truly stepping into [King Template].

Unfortunately, according to Deep Blue's evaluation, he was still far from enough.

If measured according to the combat power in mythology, perhaps he would have to cultivate four holy skills that could also help each other to truly complete further template evolution.

However, that was four holy skills, not four cabbages; where was it easy to get?

In August, the morning came early, and there were quite a few people on the training ground.

Roy, the Earl of Raymond, lived here, so naturally, a group of knight guards had to be arranged.

Hundreds of people were transferred from the Lionheart Knights, led by Grand Knight Commander Vincent Ackerman.

As an earl, Roy trained early every day, rain or shine, let alone these people?

Now, the training ground was bustling with activity, a group of muscular men, either wielding greatswords or lifting logs, their shouts echoing throughout the manor.

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And they got up early, so those manor slaves could only get up even earlier.

One was that they couldn't sleep because of the noise, and the other was that they had to prepare more food and be busier.

In addition, there were also mercenaries from the Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group, and some young people were training here.

After Roy completed a round of breathing exercises, he opened his eyes and saw Commander Sick Francis and his apprentice Hector Hunter walking up.

Seeing Roy open his eyes, Hector Hunter quickly stepped forward and handed him a clean towel.

Roy took it and wiped his face haphazardly, then looked at Commander Sick and asked, "Are you preparing to go back?"

Commander Sick touched his big bald head and said, "Butler Hoover has already helped me make contact. In two days, there will be a cargo ship heading directly to Fisherman's Port in Auckland City at the port.

We'll just follow along. With Butler Hoover's face, even the ship fee is saved.

He only asks that if we encounter pirates on the road, I'll help out."

As he said this, he grinned, "It doesn't cost any money, so it's a profit!"

Roy smiled and then looked at him seriously, "Are you really not going to stay?"

"We've known each other for so long, and we can be considered acquaintances. You know what kind of person I am.

If you follow me, I won't mistreat you."

A hint of hesitation appeared on Sick Francis's face, but he still shook his head, "Forget it!"

After a slight pause, he said, "I know this is a good way out, but the Dragon and Beauty Mercenary Group was inherited by me.

If it's broken in my hands, to be honest, I don't know how to explain it to the old men above?"

Roy nodded slightly and then slowly shook his head, "Commander Sick, it's good that you stick to your original intention, and I admire it very much.

However, as far as I know, the Habsburg Empire has strengthened its control over the people and is afraid that it will not allow armed forces like yours to exist.

So, either find a position within the Empire, or think of other ways…

If you still want to maintain the status quo, I'm afraid the Empire will not agree at all."

A pensive look appeared on Sick's face, and then a wry smile unconsciously appeared, "I know what you said, but, but… alas!"

A long sigh seemed to contain endless sorrow, "Going back, I'll talk to those old stubborn people first."

Roy patted his thick arm and said, "Remember, if there's really no way, there's still a friend here.

It's a small matter for Flower Collar to accept some people, it just depends on whether you are willing or not."

"Thank you, Earl!"

Commander Sick bowed slightly and then smiled bitterly, "However, I hope that day doesn't come!"

"Let's go, let's have breakfast together, I'll see you off,"

After breakfast, Roy sent Commander Sick and his party to the Ruhr River.

There, a ship was already waiting for them.

From Brussels to the port, the fastest speed was not by land, but by boarding a ship and going downstream.

At the estuary, you can see Flower Collar's largest port to the outside world, Siren Port.

On the other side, when Roy returned to Lionheart Manor, he was still sighing that another friend had left.

He saw Douglas Hill leading several people, walking into the manor gate.

The previous update was blocked again, and I changed it for a long time. I really can't describe it at all. I'm speechless!