My Magic Age

The finished product warehouse of Duisburg Nord's blacksmith workshop is surrounded by a large number of magic caravans. A piece of steel is carried into the carriage by the slaves. Only slaves can complete such labor-intensive work, even in the slums. The poor will look for jobs with more technical content. After all, the consumption level in the imperial capital is relatively high. If the poor want to work hard, they are willing to go to the airport town at the foot of Mount Mazzaro to find work as a labor force.

Mrs. Alia held the hem of her skirt in one hand, revealing a fair, pink and round calf. She held my arm in her other hand and walked out of the workshop with a faint smile on her face and a glow all over her body. A kind of charming and charming feeling that only mature women can possess.

It seems that only on this occasion can Mrs. Alia regain her own confidence.

The owner of the workshop, Earl Robert, and the manager Goss sent us out of the gate. The magic contract was in my magic pocket.

Seeing the busy loading and unloading of finished products in this workshop, I thought, if you can't awaken the magic pool and are unwilling to be a knight, after inheriting the hereditary title, you can have such a blacksmith workshop in the imperial capital. , and will live well, like Earl Robert.

After boarding the magic caravan, Lady Aaliya was already so hot that she was sweating. Catalina put ice cubes into a glass, took out a bottle of golden cider from the cabinet, filled the quilt with it, and handed it to Ai Lady Lea.

Mrs. Aaliya's face was a little red, so I casually put an ice brick up in the corner of the carriage, trying to make the carriage more spacious.

Catalina also took off the black cloak she was wearing, and reached out to lift up the red ponytail on the back of her head. There was sweat on the snowy neck, and a few thick red hair were stained on it. One of her white little hands was facing her. The collar was gently fanned, it was really a hot summer day, and he looked at the street view outside the caravan with a flirtatious look.

Lady Arya took a sip of cold golden cider to recover from the scorching heat.

Mrs. Alia and Catalina sat across from me and said to me: "I really don't understand why you would place such a large order in the blacksmith workshop here in the imperial capital, even though the production technology is better than those in those planes." The blacksmith shop is much better, but the price of a piece of twenty-five silver coins is really not too cheap. The blacksmith workshop in the imperial capital The main customers are builders within the imperial capital. Even if Robert bears the transportation costs of transporting 30,000 light rails to the airport warehouse, you still have to bear the high freight costs yourself. By then, you will I found that the cost of purchasing rails was nothing compared to the high shipping costs.”

The magic contract signed with the 'Duisburg Nord' blacksmith workshop clearly requires the owner of the workshop, Robert, to provide me with 30,000 light rails for mining within one month. The cost of each rail is Twenty-five silver coins, just such an order will cost me 7,500 gold coins.

Now that the underground track project connecting the ground and underground warehouses in Xinliu Valley has been fully launched, if you want to build a town on the original site of Trum stronghold within the specified time limit, you will inevitably have to rely on the resources in Xinliu Valley. So, , how to transport the resources in Xinliu Valley conveniently and effectively has become a top priority.

Six hundred barbarian slaves in the Sinliu Valley are cutting down a large number of oak trees in the oak forest of the Sinliu Valley. Bernd needs a large number of sleepers. The orcs in the orc village and the seven hundred indigenous people in the Yero plane remove the necessary management herbs. Plantations and underground caves The rest of the silk reeling staff will be devoted to logging work. All the logging axes in the hands of the barbarian slaves are replaced by moon blade axes captured from the spider warriors. This black iron weapon is very sharp and is used for Logging seems to be a waste of time.

If they want to turn into sleepers that meet the specifications, these felled oaks need more people to use saws to cut them into pieces, and then break them apart. There is a lack of large saws for two people to use together in Xinliu Valley. The first time I visited the Sixth District of the Imperial Capital, I also knew that only shops here sold such large-scale logging tools. More than 80% of the wooden shops in the Imperial Capital were located in the Sixth District.

In addition, I also need to order more than 200,000 steel nails with a length of more than two feet from other blacksmith workshops to fix the sleepers on the roadbed. It's a pity that the 'Duisburg Nord' blacksmith workshop can provide 30,000 light rails within a month. It seems that they have reached the limit of their production capacity and are unable to accept orders for steel nails. Otherwise, these steel nails will simply be stored together. Purchased.

What Mrs. Aaliya is most worried about is that the steel purchased from the imperial capital will cost more to transport to its destination.

Coming out of the North Duisburg blacksmith workshop, her eyes changed, and she seemed to be in a much more cheerful mood, with a trace of melancholy missing from her brows.

Sitting in the magic caravan, looking at the sweaty Lady Arya, I considered whether to invent a magic fan. However, for this kind of useless magic item, I guess there will be no sales in the Green Empire. The main reason is that the nobles are more accustomed to it. Let the maid stand aside and fan herself with a cattail leaf fan, but the common people are afraid that they are not willing to spend a few gold coins to buy such a magic item.

There is a shrewdness in Mrs. Alia's eyes. She is good at business. Even every dazzling smile seems to be calculating profits and losses. It seems to me that her eyelashes are hollow.

She sighed slightly, with a bit of regret in her tone, and said to me: "Over in San Carlos City, the price of this kind of light steel rail is at least one-third cheaper than in the Imperial City. If we can get it from San Carlos City, By purchasing this batch of light steel rails, we can reduce the cost to less than 5,000 gold coins.”

I couldn't help but ask her: "Not to mention that most of the blacksmith workshops in San Carlos City are controlled by the Babington family. Even if they are willing to sell steel rails to us, are you willing to buy them from them? Don't you hate the Babingtons?"

She smiled calmly and said cheerfully: "Business is business. After all, it is our benefit. The only person who is unhappy with my continued stay in the Babington family is Billy. How can I blame others? It's a pity that it is Saint Carla." Los Angeles is too far away from us.”

She glanced at me again, stretched out her delicate curved eyebrows, and said to me: "Besides, even being kicked out of the Babington family was something we had not expected before. There is nothing to be resentful about, but I think , if I meet Billy Babington, I still want to give him a look.”

"That's the first heir to the Babington family! He has about the same power as Louis Mensah!" When I said this, I was quite impressed. I don't know when it started. I can actually evaluate the heir to a wealthy family so calmly.

Suddenly, Mrs. Alia turned up the hem of her skirt, and then took off the stockings on her beautiful curved legs in front of me.

She untied the garter belt behind her back and hooked it up to the beginning of the joint, causing the garter belt to come loose and fall off her straight and round legs. She put it into the walnut wardrobe next to the magic caravan and took off her high heels. .shoes with lace edges reaching to the ankles, and took out a pair of wooden slippers and put them on. She smiled at me sitting opposite and said softly: "Who would have thought that it would be so hot today?" Much cooler!”

I know that a pampered aristocratic woman like Lady Alia will usually be accompanied by a maid who is responsible for holding fans. Ever since the Babington family announced in the newspaper that Lady Alia is no longer a member of the Babington family After the news, she didn't even return to Babington's manor in the imperial capital. Maybe she was not used to living without a maid.

Of course, I can't expect Catalina to serve her. In fact, I have no more extravagant expectations to be able to let Mrs. Alia live in a pleasant manner.

Catalina has a gentle personality, but that is only in front of Qige and I. You must know that when she was in Trum, she had been promoted to a battalion commander in charge of five hundred soldiers defending the city.

"Would you like to go to the slave market? Maybe you can buy a female slave. You need a maid to help you take care of your daily life. Maybe you can buy another cook. Recently, Ella and Catalina always take turns. Cooking dinner, given our current situation, we don’t have to live in such a tight situation.” I looked at Mrs. Alia’s white legs, couldn’t help but swallow, and then said.

Mrs. Alia shook her head and turned her gaze to the car window. At this time, the magic caravan happened to be in front of a blacksmith shop with a shop on the street. It seemed that this blacksmith shop was obviously much smaller. There was a tinkling sound coming from the backyard. From the sound, it looks like this is a traditional blacksmith shop. The plaque hanging at the door is something like a gong, with the dents forming a vague pattern that looks like a hammer and an anvil.

"Come on, let's get all the orders for those steel nails quickly. I think maybe we need to go to a few more places. I'm not sure that a blacksmith shop of this size can make ten thousand two-foot steel nails in one month. "Ms. Aaliya stretched out her hand to lift the screen curtain of the car window and glanced at the blacksmith shop outside. The plaque of the blacksmith shop was reflected in her sky-blue eyes. Mrs. Aaliya frowned and said to me.

This is a blacksmith shop like a general store. Not only can it make things like horseshoes, iron nails, and sickles, but it can also undertake the business of repairing various iron tools. This kind of blacksmith shop usually employs several truly skilled people. The blacksmith, the owner of the shop is probably a blacksmith himself, and he also has several young apprentices.

Walking out of the blacksmith shop, Aaliya sighed. There was no trace of relaxation in her brows. She raised a curved arc on her lips and said, "Let's go. It seems we have to visit at least twenty more shops." Only a blacksmith shop of this size can completely eat up the orders in our hands."

Then, she stopped and turned to look at me seriously, pointed to the magic shop nearby, and asked: "Are the magic contract scrolls you brought enough? If there are not so many, there is a magic shop here."

I patted the magic waist bag wrapped around my waist vigorously and said to Mrs. Alia: "Of course, I have a lot of blank magic parchments in my backpack. They can be fire-gathering scrolls, water-gathering scrolls, frost scrolls, of course. It can also become a magic contract scroll, which is the privilege of a magician who is good at drawing magic runes."

In the noisy and noisy open-air market, the relaxed and cheerful Mrs. Alia browsed the goods displayed on the stalls leisurely. Passers-by could not help but take a look at the fair and delicate skin of Mrs. Alia and Caterina. People Staring at them boldly, Lady Alia did not notice the eyes of others, and a noble smile appeared on her face.

After we ordered a sufficient number of steel nails, it was already the hottest noon.

Next, we will go to see Mrs. Alia's textile workshop. In the past week or so, the workshop has been out of control. We don't know what the workshop has become. But seeing that Mrs. Alia is in a good mood, she doesn't seem to be in a hurry to go to her workshop. Instead, she drags Katarina to wander aimlessly in the open-air market.

I can't bear to let Katarina be exposed to the scorching sun, so I have to hold up a black parasol. Katarina smiled sweetly at me, took the big umbrella from my hand, and her soft red lips gently imprinted on my face, whispering to me: "Give it to me quickly, how can I let you hold an umbrella for me! But I'm still very happy."

I walked forward and found that there was a vegetable market in the imperial capital, but it was on the street outside the open-air market, which looked like it should be a morning market.

At this time, the last few vendors have hastily packed the remaining vegetables into backpacks or wooden boxes, or carried them on their backs, shoulders, or heads, and left the street with the unsold vegetables. The entire long street paved with bluestone slabs is in a mess, with all kinds of debris and garbage scattered on the street, including some rotten leaves of vegetables, carrots broken in two, and red onions that were crushed.

A group of ragged poor children lingered on the street, carrying large baskets in their hands, with innocent eyes focused on the long street. As long as they confirmed that the vendors on the stalls had left with their own vegetables and the leaves left on the ground were abandoned, these children would swarm around and pick and choose from the rotten vegetables.

This is a group of children from the slums, boys and girls mixed together, everyone's clothes are no different, rags are stitched into a variety of shorts, barefoot, bare-chested standing in the sun, all tanned.

The older children are often very good at taking care of the younger children, the younger children are responsible for watching the pile, and the older children rush to the front to grab the best position.

Watching a broken potato rolling next to the trash can, two boys who ran desperately over scrambled for it, like soccer players on the field, pulling each other, pushing and shoving, just to be able to grab this relatively intact potato, the child running in front was gently pulled by the child behind, lost his center, and fell forward, looking like a homemade plane that landed awkwardly. His head hit the trash can with a bang, and the child who originally thought that he would fall and hit his head would stand up angrily and fight with the child behind him, even if he didn't fight, he might cry.

Unexpectedly, the child grabbed the broken potato next to the trash can, sat on the ground and rubbed his head with one hand, then turned around and raised the potato high in the air and shook it vigorously, showing a triumphant smile to a girl standing by the basket not far away.

I stared at the scene in front of me in silence, and I couldn't understand why I could see this scene in the capital of the Green Empire, where there was no shortage of food. I didn't expect that in the slums of District 6, there were still a group of people living like this.