Release that Witch

North **** mine, firing room backyard.

The nightingale picked up the glass of wine on the table and raised it overhead. The crystal clear cup shimmers in the light, and no variegated color can be seen.

She knows that this cup is called a crystal cup, and the firing process and recipes have always been the top secret information of the royal alchemy workshop. This goblet in the hands of the light is worth about a golden dragon. Crystal glassware with exquisite silver cutlery has always been a favorite of big nobility and wealthy businessmen to show off their financial resources.

Nowadays, these crystal containers brought from the palace will soon be turned into raw materials for smelting.

"His Royal Highness, you are not burning a cup, it is a golden dragon." The nightingale exclaimed.

"I don't have time to study how to burn the sand into colorless glass, so I have to do it in this way." Roland threw a beautifully shaped crystal pot into the fire of Anna's black fire - the night owl remembers the prince I used it to sip a ale, and filled the cups with sisters at the afternoon tea and the demon moon celebration in the castle garden. I couldn’t help but feel a pity.

At a steady high temperature, the pot softens quickly and then turns into a viscous paste.

"Use sand...burn glass?" Anna asked. "Is they the same substance?"

“Well, the main ingredients are similar, but the sand contains a lot of impurities, and the burnt glass is mostly brown and green, which cannot meet the requirements for use.”

“So, is glass pure sand?”

Roland smiled. "You can think so. When I write this part of the book into a book, you will understand how the **** make up the material."

Anyway, I won't understand... Night grin, let's say, glass with different colors does not affect its container function. Anyway, you are not using it as a water cup, why do you have to use a transparent crystal cup to burn. She walked over to Anna and looked at the glassware that had been recast.

Although they still look colorless and transparent, the appearance is far from the previous crystal cup.

Some look like tubes, the bottom is round, thin and long. Some are like bottles, and the bottom is as big as a kettle. There is only a bottle of thumb on the top.

The strangest thing is a tube that is bent into a horseshoe shape. There are no seals on either side, and it is impossible to do even the container.

"What are you going to do with these crystal glassware?" Nightingale couldn't help but ask.

“It’s not for me. It’s for the alchemists in Bianbu Town,” Roland stirred the mucus in the black fire with a glass rod. “They can use these utensils to extract some acid and alkali, which is needed for my new weapons. Chemicals."

acid? Alkali? Chemicals? At night, I blinked and found that I couldn’t understand what my Highness was saying. This feeling made her a little depressed. But if I had to ask one by one, it seemed too ignorant. She didn't want to expose this face in front of Anna, so she had to focus on the only vocabulary that she could understand.

"Where is the alchemist in the town? Even if it is a long-song fortress, there is no alchemy workshop. You can only find the alchemist in Chishuicheng, and I heard that their salary is higher than the leader of the lord. It is difficult to recruit them."

"You know a lot," Roland responded with a smile. "It's true. The people I sent are already on the way to Chishui City. I will get the news in about two weeks. But I don't use it either. Jinlong recruited them, but some secrets in alchemy. As for whether I can recruit them, I am not sure, I have to try."

The first half of His Royal Highness praised the sorrow of the nightingale. She returned to the center of the yard with satisfaction, and pinched a piece of cake placed on the round table into her mouth.

After Roland changed the main experimental site from the backyard of the castle to the north **** mountain firing room, the afternoon tea was also moved.

On the round table are the court snacks specially prepared by the prince of the prince for the chef.

For example, this snack called buns, the skin is made of wheat flour, I do not know how to deal with it, soft and incomparable. There is also a mass of meat stuffing inside, smashed into pieces, containing juice...not like bacon, it is hard and difficult to swallow. As soon as you bite it down, the minced meat will blend in with the gravy.

The nightingale put his fingers in his mouth and licked it all over. He sat on the lounge chair and his heart filled with a trace of drowsiness.

It seems that I am getting lazy recently?

The afternoon sun was scattered on the body, and the warmth of water surrounded her slowly. The rustling sound of the spring breeze blowing the leaves made her heart very quiet. She took off her shoes, rolled her legs and lay down on her side.

This perspective can be seen in the backyard leading to the side door of the gunpowder production room, and the gauze is hung at the entrance, which is probably the means used by the lower house to guard against sneaking. When I think about it, the nightingale feels a little funny, the wall of the yard is good, and the outer wall of the production room is also a flat land that can be walked freely for her. She also entered the mysterious house and quietly stayed on the side while telling the way of the temple, but did not take away the finished gunpowder.

The other party thought that he did not know what he was doing, and he did not know that he was the one who was kept in the dark.

The nightingale moved his head and looked at Anna.

She is holding a flat-bottomed cup that has just been fired, talking to her highness, and looks serious and focused.

For the woman who is a genius from a civilian family, the nightingale is full of admiration.

The sisters of the co-sponsors can get rid of the fate of the vicissitudes of life, freed from the torture of the magic, especially because of Anna - if it was not for her to change the prince's view of the witch, all subsequent turnings could not happen.

If His Royal Highness would marry a witch as a wife, then Anna is almost the only person she can think of.

Despite the slightest expectation in his heart, the nightingale chose to bury it deep in his heart. Most of the time, she was satisfied with her staying next to her.

She closed her eyes and involuntarily emerged a picture in her head.

Roland was king in the palace hall. He wore a golden crown and held a gemstone scepter to the castle terrace to receive the admiration and cheers of the people.

Beside him, the woman wearing a white satin dress and holding her hand is Anna. She also wore a golden crown on her head, covered with a veil, and smiled and waved to the people.

Lightning hovered in the air, sprinkling red rose petals, in the distance, Wang Duo bell tower came a melodious bell.

I stood by the other sisters and applauded and sent blessings.

The more intense sleepiness travels throughout the body, and the consciousness gradually picks up.

Roland turned around, unveiled the woman's veil and bowed her head on her lips.

The final scene became very vague, and as the veil fell, the nightingale saw that the woman with her eyes closed was her own.

She tilted her lips and fell asleep.

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