Alien world

Chapter 1183 Chapter 105. Slow down
"What should we do with this steam engine?" Michael looked at the steam engine he used to fool Annan.

"You call this a steam engine?"

"The steam engine you mentioned uses steam to move the machine, and my machine uses goblins to drive the machine, so there's no difference." Even though he was an alchemist, Michael still had some prejudices of a wizard: they had all seen steam, so how much power could that have?
"How about using a goblin engine instead of a steam engine?"

"Not really... No, absolutely not."

Let alone catching a hundred goblins, even if you caught a hundred ratmen and threw them in, you couldn't make a train move. And what's the difference between this and a horse-drawn carriage?
What he wanted was a machine that was independent of human power, not some old thing covered in a metal shell.

Annan opened the door of the alchemy room and let the three little goblins jump out. He turned around and said to Michael, "You should rest for a few days and take a bath."

"Who are you going to find to continue developing the steam engine?"

"I won't ask anyone, I'll do it myself."

No one in this world knows more about steam engines than Annan.

Why bother looking for a damn alchemist? I might as well do it myself!

The principle of a steam engine is simple: boiling water generates steam, which pushes a piston, which turns a wheel.

With the strength of the materials in Allen's world, refined iron can guarantee stability. For safety, refined steel will also work, and even mountain copper can be used as the cylinder.

Annan decided to use fine steel as the raw material. He spent half a day drawing a blueprint and gave it to Bronzebeard, asking him to make a set according to it.

Bronzebeard threw away the forging hammer, grabbed the blueprint with his hand, which was bigger than Annan's head, took a look at it, and threw it aside.

"How long will it take to get better?"

"The blacksmith shop's orders are already booked until 1003." Bronzebeard picked up the forging hammer again.

"I want to cut in line!"

"Annan, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?" Bronzebeard raised his head, his thick beard stained with sweat gleaming in the firelight. "I said this to remind you that the blacksmith shop is short of staff."

"Didn't they recruit 100 apprentices just a few days ago?"

"You mean those humans? All of them combined are not as good as a dwarf!"

"Then I will recruit another 10000 apprentices for you?" Annan seemed to be thinking about it. Liberty City is not short of people right now!

"Haas!"

Bronzebeard cursed at Annan with a dwarven curse and was about to drive Annan out.

"Don't worry, the dwarves will come to help you by the end of the year." Annan still wanted to make promises to Bronzebeard.

He was referring to the bumper harvest at the end of the year, when a large batch of distilled liquor would be brewed and sent to Harvey Stoneskull to attract dwarves to the Free City.

"Oh, don't worry, it will be your turn next year."

Lord Annan, the lord of Liberty City, the major sponsor of the blacksmith shop and the beloved one, was driven out of the blacksmith shop by his subjects.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Several children and goblins ran through the street, grabbing crabs and laughing.

Annan remembered that Bronzebeard also liked wine, so he returned to the mushroom house and knocked on the door of Michael's alchemy room.

The door was slammed shut just as it opened. Annan, who had expected this, put his foot against the door and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not here to study new things with you this time."

"What are we going to do?" Michael asked through the crack in the door.

"You wouldn't even let me in..."

"I am afraid."

Annan had no choice but to ask Michael to brew a barrel of distilled liquor through the crack in the door.

"Got it. I'll send it to the City Lord's Mansion later."

In the end, Michael didn't dare let Annan in.

……

Annan returned to the City Lord's Mansion. As soon as he reached the second floor, Olmedo, who was sitting in the living room, asked without even looking up: "I heard that you had a fight with Michael?"

"how do you know?"

Annan sat aside. Although it seemed that he had done nothing today, he had really worked hard... "I should ask you this question. If the goblins know it, how can there be any secrets?"

Thinking of the three little goblins, Annan suddenly realized: "It was just a friendly exchange."

"Oh?"

Annan and Olmedo complained, "Am I that scary? The second time I went to see Michael, he didn't even dare to let me into the alchemy room."

Olmedo raised his head and stared at Annan for a few seconds: "Yeah."

Annan was unconvinced: "Where can you find such a generous lord?"

"You are indeed generous," Olmedo agreed, "but normal alchemists have loose tasks. They just need to complete the tasks required by the lord or boss within the specified time."

"me too."

Olmedo had to look at Annan again to see how he said such words with such innocence: "Did you give him time to rest? Or, is there a gap between tasks?"

"Uh……"

Annan fell silent. Thinking carefully, it seemed that if he had an idea, he would go to Michael. He had several tasks piled up: improving magic gunpowder, improving unstable crystals, making steam engines...

It was similar for Dumbledore. Not only did he have to improve the two golems, he also had to invent and improve various golem runes from scratch...

Olmedo continued, "Even the skeleton farmers have time to rest in the moonlight at night..."

"I see."

The reason why he caught Michael and took advantage of him was that Liberty City was still short of people. It wasn't a shortage of ordinary people, but people with special skills.

"How's the school expansion going?"

Olmedo suddenly felt a little like Michael at this moment: "It's only been a few days, how can it be so fast?"

Even the evacuation of residents around the school has just begun.

Annan frowned and was about to say it was too slow, but Olmedo stood up, pulled him to the sofa, pressed him to sit on the still warm sofa, stared into his dark eyes and said, "Slow down."

"slower?"

“Slow down…”

"Today is mid-April in the year 1002 of the Saint Laurent calendar. It is sunny and there are still two months until the Freedom Festival."

"You're so close to me just for the weather forecast?"

Olmedo did not dodge. His blue eyes, like the sky, continued to look at Annan and said softly:

"Annan, we spent two years creating this beautiful territory, and the treasury is full of gold—"

"Shh..."

Annan put his finger over Olmedo's lips.

It is forbidden to mention money in the City Lord's Mansion. It may attract Elimoyas from next door at any time...

"… Proud business, powerful legions, our commercial streets spread all over Middle-earth, inventions are pouring out, we have friendly relations with the Empire and Legends, we have our own World Tree, and we are even close to forming an alliance with the Elven Court. And all this took only two years."

"We have a future that all lords envy, so why are you in such a hurry?

"I……"

I've already done so many things?

"Liberty City is a dragon. As it grows, it will become stronger and stronger, but it will also lose some of its agility and will no longer be as flexible as when it was young. Do you understand?"

In Olmedo's eyes, Liberty City was already extremely efficient, but even so, Annan still felt it was slow.

What am I in such a hurry for?

Annan asked himself this question, and when he was about to come up with the answer, a scream broke through the city lord's mansion.

"What are you doing!?"

(End of this chapter)