Magic Industrial Age

Lionheart Manor.

Inside the Mechanical Mage Tower, the spacious top floor.

Lilia stared blankly at the white-bearded, balding old man not far away.

He was flipping through a thick stack of documents, which were the design blueprints Loye had given her, containing most of the machinery needed for processing.

Lathes, planers, milling machines were all basic, in addition to auxiliary equipment such as cutting machines, angle grinders, drilling machines, and so on, basically everything was there.

The more the white-bearded, balding old man looked, the more intense the surprise on his face became, and his eyes grew brighter.

Loye didn't know him, but Lilia did!

She had some interaction with this Bartholomew, and she knew better than Loye the terrifying strength and lofty status this person possessed.

It can be said that even in the magical machinery of the Habsburg Empire, this one could stand in the highest hall, arguing with others without giving an inch.

The cooperation between the Empire and the Raymond family involved all aspects of magical machinery, and it needed such a big figure to oversee it.

However, what she didn't expect was that this one would quietly enter the mage tower and look at the design blueprints?!

However, before Lilia could recover, the old man had already dropped the blueprints and walked up to her.

There was a moment of silence in the air, as if neither of them knew what to say.

Suddenly, Bartholomew spoke: "I will not accept you as a disciple!"

"Ah! Ah ah?"

Lilia was startled and blurted out: "But I didn't say I wanted to become your disciple?"

Bartholomew's old face flushed slightly, a little embarrassed.

However, being cunning and sly, he immediately changed his mind and said righteously: "It is impossible to accept a disciple, but I can help you manufacture these magical machines at the fastest speed!"

Lilia was not stupid and immediately said: "Then I will have to trouble Bartholomew!

But, where do we start?"

"You first bring me the design blueprint of the magic lathe, and I will help you simplify the magic pattern control system.

If you don't understand anything, you can ask directly?"

"Okay!"

Lilia was also straightforward, and directly brought a large pile of blueprints, and began to work with this true mechanical disaster.

...

Loye naturally didn't know what happened in the mage tower, but even if he did, he wouldn't care.

Because he clearly knew that it would only be beneficial and not harmful.

After he finished the purchase order with the imperial ambassador, he left. The specific goods had to be communicated with the Empire by Lord Walter, and then arranged for someone to send them.

That would take some time!

After Loye returned to the manor, he also began to deal with various trivial matters.

For example, the letters he sent to his subordinates and friends in Oakland City had replies.

Obviously, they had also discussed it and gave a unified time.

That is, after the Festival of Divine Grace, at the beginning of the New Divine Calendar 313, they would take a boat to Flower Forest to play.

Loye immediately synchronized this matter with Butler Hoover, asked him to keep it in mind, and make arrangements.

There is a saying: "Wealth without returning home is like wearing brocade at night."

Loye had worked so hard for so long, and he could be considered to have gained a firm foothold among the great nobles. If he didn't show off in front of these old friends, he would always feel like something was missing.

In addition, the only thing worth Loye's attention was that the Douglas Magic Steel Plant outside Oakland City was finally completed.

Douglas Hill personally took charge, directing his apprentices and workers to start smelting the first furnace of steel.

When the waste residue was cleaned, scraped away, and transported away, the red-hot molten iron was slowly poured into the mold with extremely high temperature.

The cooled iron ingots exuded a cold metallic luster, and each piece was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Douglas boasted in his letter that he had smelted nearly ten tons of qualified steel in his first furnace.

Opening the furnace every day, day and night, he estimated that he could open about 14 furnaces, which is 140 tons of steel ingots.

Calculated in this way, one month is thirty days, which is a full 4,200 tons, and twelve months a year can reach 50,000 tons of production.

That is a full 50,000 tons!

If you want a blacksmith to hammer it, hammer by hammer, it is estimated that it can be hammered until the end of time.

Even if hundreds or thousands of blacksmiths gather to do it together, it is impossible to achieve this production capacity.

But now, only one magic steel furnace has done it, and the efficiency is so high that it has increased by dozens or hundreds of times, which is already unimaginable for mortals.

However, Douglas's boasting was a bit ridiculous in Loye's view.

If Deep Blue remembers correctly, in the Blue Star of the previous life, a steel plant with an annual output of 50,000 tons was at most a small steel plant.

Even among small steel plants, that is the lowest production capacity.

However, in this world, in the Old Continent, that is definitely enough.

The steel plant outside Brussels is actually similar to the Douglas Magic Steel Plant, and it is said that the production capacity should also be the same.

However, to achieve this step, there are still many requirements.

For example, the raw materials, that is, the iron ore, must be sufficient.

Therefore, the iron ore mining in the Dome Mountains must use magic machinery; the roads required for transportation must be paved with rails.

And it must be connected to the rails laid in Brussels, otherwise, the factory's production capacity needs cannot be met at all.

It can be said that these are inherently interlocked, and only by meeting the needs of various aspects can a qualitative leap be achieved.

In fact, in Loye's cognition, the development of technology has always been theory first.

Then, the various technical conditions must keep up and be met before the final subversive results can be shown.

A single breakthrough cannot achieve technological innovation. Untimely technology, even if it appears, is mostly in the laboratory and cannot be put into production.

But this world is ultimately different, and with magic, many things do not conform to the rules in his mind.

Casually drawing a few strokes, Loye regarded these ideas as the focus, and then, discarding the information, he looked at the next one.

That was a letter from Alan Wells, summarizing the whole article in four words: kill everything!

In fact, Loye's information channels are not limited to him alone, there is also Vincent Ackerman, the Grand Knight Commander, and the messages from Grand Duchess Afra.

Combining many messages, it can only be said that Alan Wells has indeed displayed Loye's strategy incisively and vividly.

Then, the entire Auxerre City became his home field, and that was really against the sky, against the earth, and against the air.

Everyone who was attacked was speechless!

...

Auxerre City.

Inside the Noble Elder Council.

Alan Wells stood on the podium, his head held high, his eyes looking down, and everyone present seemed to be looking at garbage.

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"Who is my Earl?"

"Some people privately call him the Bastard Earl!"

"It seems that only in this way can he be belittled, and I once asked, really asked.

I asked, Earl, do you seem to not care about the identity of a bastard? It doesn't matter if some people call you that?"

"Do you know how my Earl answered?"

"He said, that's not something that can't be said, that's the way I came!"

Listen, listen, what a broad mind, what a proud heart!"

"My Earl, who is less than twenty years old this year, is already a third-order extraordinary warfighter. He is the true Lion King, leading us to win two battles!"

"In the east, the army of the Carlisle Marquis family is like chickens and dogs, even if he invited a fourth-order disaster, a half-dragon to take action.

But so what?

Didn't you, the half-dragon, still escape with a gray face?!

Didn't the Carlisle Marquis lose his head?!"

"In the west, above the Silver Sea, Davis, one of the three great pirate kings, the world has spread rumors that he is a cruel pirate enough to stop children from crying.

But so what?

Didn't he still kneel down and beg for surrender in front of my Earl, looking like a dog!

Wait a few days, when you arrive above the Silver Sea, and see that magic warship, you will see the Lionheart flag flying.

Don't be surprised, because, that is the Flower Territory navy patrolling."

"Today, right here, I am very curious, what qualifications do you have to reject my Earl's kindness?"

"That one, yes, you, Marquis Sean Castro, you are the Marquis, high above, but I still want to say.

Do you have the guts to pull out the legion directly?

If you can win the Lionheart Knights, I will go and tell my Earl, don't ask for so much ransom."

"If you don't dare, shut your mouth!"

"Who else? Oh, oh, oh, that's right, Marquis Ricardo McKinley, what qualifications do you have to say that you are questioning Flower Territory from the perspective of strength?"

"Why don't we stop talking now! Everyone go back to their respective homes, and then pull out their respective legions for another game to see who is stronger?"

"Do you have the guts? Do you have the guts?"

"My Earl said, it's just a big deal to fight again, who is afraid of whom?"

"My Lord also said, this time, the territory is fine, but the ransom and compensation cannot be less at all.

Otherwise, we will directly lead troops to take it!"

"Yes! I'm talking about you few, don't you want to inherit the Carlisle Marquis Territory?

Shouldn't the new Carlisle Marquis give the Lion King an explanation?"

"Look at Earl Week, he is very straightforward, he paid for it and the matter is over.

Look at you again, a bunch of trash!"

It has to be said that Alan Wells is fully open with the taunt skill, covering indiscriminately, even the two high-ranking Marquises are not given any face.

In the entire noble conference hall, you can only hear his arrogant voice, slowly and calmly.

Second floor,

In a box.

Old Marquis Freud looked at Alan Wells, his expression was quite wonderful.

He couldn't help but look back and ask: "I have seen him before, as one of the Earl candidates, he wasn't so crazy at that time?"

"Could it be that Loye's Lion King title has become so powerful?"

"Also, is he really not afraid of being beaten to death?"

Grand Duchess Afra had a smile on her lips, as if watching a good show.

After a moment, she replied: "I just ask you, is the effect good or not?"

"I guess, Sean and Ricardo are probably mad with anger now, but they don't dare to do anything, no one dares to do anything!"

"Because, they are really afraid!

Afraid that the news of Alan Wells's death will be sent back to Flower Territory, and Loye will lead the Lionheart Knights and directly attack the door!"

Old Freud suddenly asked: "Then tell me, will Loye do it?"

Grand Duchess Afra's smile did not diminish, she knew: "In theory, no, nobles are always good at calculating.

But the problem is, Loye is very young, very young, young people are always high-spirited and reckless!"

"So, who knows?"