industrial lord

Chapter 17 Today is a special day
The top of the hill where the Wesson family's castle is located is nearly a hundred meters higher than the city below. Standing on the arrow tower of the castle's main building, the entire city and surrounding areas can be seen at a glance.

On the towers of the walls around the castle, in addition to the patrolling soldiers, there were also a few night watchmen scattered around watching the city, and would blow their horns if there was a sign of fire.

The night scene in the city has changed in the past few days. Some magic street lights have been installed on several main roads. They are not brightly lit, but they can still see the roads and the faces of pedestrians not far away.

These street lamps were sponsored by a scholar from Weissburg University and his students. Frederick didn't spend a penny on the materials and labor, which was regarded as advertising.

The shape of this kind of magic lamp is like a candle with a luminous magic circle inside the flame part, and the inside of the lower cylinder is a magic circle that absorbs the surrounding magic elements. When it is started, the "flame" will emit light outside, and usually automatically absorbs energy without additional energy.

The base material of the magic circle is a cast iron cylinder with grooves for the magic circle. The grooves are filled with magic conductors and then cast and wrapped with a layer of tin alloy. After polishing, the silver light shines beautifully, and it is not afraid of low temperature.

The material of this kind of magic lamp is very cheap, and the magic array is not considered advanced. The retail price is 2 Kreuz silver coins, which is equivalent to 100 kg of wheat or 12 kg of animal fat candles. Buying one can be used for many years, and ordinary people use it afford it.

There are even cargo ships who buy a box and fix it around the ship as a warning light, and add a few together to add a reflector to use as a searchlight.

However, this kind of magic lamp has core technology. The household type of paddle switch has no technical content, but what material and process is used to make the photosensitive magic resistor the size of a matchhead at the top of the "flame" is a secret. Only with it can the automatic start and stop of street lights be realized.

Frederick welcomed this kind of "high-tech industry". Not only did the carpenter's shop only charge the cost price when producing street light poles, but he also became the first customer to buy the product, even when they rented land to build workshops. 5 years rent free.

With the forerunner, many people in Weissburg University are now thinking about whether the technology in their hands can make money.

That night, after practicing martial arts and taking a bath, Frederick took his drawing board and stationery to the highest arrow tower of the castle, where he could see the whole city.

A magic lamp was installed on the wall of the Arrow Tower. He flipped the switch to turn on the light, and then stood in front of the crenel and drew the city divided by street lamps under the night on the parchment.

After an unknown amount of time, Frederick asked about the scent of soap.

Psyche came behind Frederick, bent down to look at the parchment, and asked curiously, "What are you drawing this for?"

"Prepare to divide the city." Frederick said while drawing, "Different blocks are represented by different colors and numbers. If there is a fire, lights of the corresponding color and number will be lit on the city wall, so that the city will know where it is." There's a fire."

"Hmph..." Psyche asked with a smile, "You said that only a few colors can be used to make blocks with a common boundary different colors?"

Frederick's forehead almost burst out with a tendon of cross.

"I'm only going to color the blocks at 90° with the red, yellow and green basket," he said. "The other colors are less prominent."

"It's boring." Psyche stretched out his hand and scratched the guy's head.

She walked to the crenel and sat up, pulled out the hairpins from her bun, her long brown hair fell like a waterfall, blown by the evening wind, exuding a plant fragrance.

The entire Arrow Tower was quiet, only the sound of the friction between the quill pen and the parchment, and the footsteps of soldiers patrolling the city wall could be heard from afar.

After an unknown amount of time, Frederick finished painting the area in front of him, walked to the next crenel, and found that in front of him was the shadow of Psyche under the moonlight.

She was wearing a very ordinary skirt, a straight skirt with only a cheap colorful rope tied around her waist as a belt. At this time, she was sitting sideways on the crenel, with her legs bent and one hand on her knees, her body turned slightly to the outside , looked up at the deep starry sky.

"Am I pretty?" Psyche asked him suddenly.

Frederick replied: "It's blocking me."

With his stature, his line of sight was just completely blocked.

"Tch..." Psyche said disdainfully, "A cow that eats peony flowers."

"What?" Frederick frowned, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

Psyche said "hey" twice, and said in a very seductive voice: "You can try it."

Frederick took a step back, pretended to be on the phone and said, "Hey, is it a demon spirit?"

For the first time, Psyche reacted to something in another world, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

After the joke, Frederick walked to the crenel on the other side and began to draw from the other side.

After halfway through the block ahead, Psyche asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Frederick replied: "Make money and marry a beautiful wife."

"That's it?" Psyche didn't believe him.

Frederick added: "Career and love."

"It's not the same thing." Psyche pouted and asked again, "Then what kind of woman do you think is beautiful?"

"There is no fixed standard." Frederick replied, "You only know when you see it."

Psyche rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Shall I introduce one to you?"

Frederick Rod read: "Ah, if only you introduced yourself."

Psyche asked him with black hair: "Why, am I not pretty?"

Frederick said solemnly: "My pelvis can't hold it up."

"Of course," he went on, "if you'll tell me why I shouldn't collect rags and old cables, I'll make the sacrifice."

"Tch..." Psyche asked, "I'm not attractive to you?"

Frederick replied earnestly: "I am quite clear about how much I weigh."

"Boring guy." Psyche shook her head and said, she stretched her arm across the nearly 10-meter-wide arrow tower and scratched Frederick's head.

Frederick remained calm, and he wouldn't be surprised if Psyche said he was a slime that had grown into a spirit.

"What about you?" Frederick asked, "Do you have any goals or something?"

Psyche just sighed, and said quietly: "I told you that you don't know."

Frederick said, "How can you be sure if I know if you don't tell me?"

Psyche just smiled and said, "Let's talk about the magic element after you have mastered it."

Then she changed the subject: "Recall Ogilvy's words carefully today, there are things you must be interested in."

Frederick didn't answer this question. Although they didn't get along for a long time, he instinctively told himself that there was something wrong with Psyche tonight, and she didn't talk so much usually.

"You are a bit abnormal tonight." Frederick asked directly, "Did something happen?"

Psyche was slightly taken aback, smiled, looked at the night sky, and said flatly: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered that today is my birthday."

This time it was Frederick's turn to be stunned for a moment, then he packed his things and went down the arrow tower.

Psyche listened to the leaving footsteps, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Maybe it's because I haven't met someone with something in common for a long time. When I talk, I seem to return to the carefree age before. Today, I recall the old days, so I talk more.

As for Frederick, he didn't have any special ideas.

Everyone's lifespan is not in the same dimension. When the wind blows on his grave and sees cattle and sheep, he is still alive and kicking.

Psyche looked at the starry sky and recalled his 64th birthday when his [-]-year-old father lay on the bed and ordered takeaway to buy him a birthday cake for the last time. No matter how many sunrises and sunsets have passed, that moment is still etched in the depths of his soul. .

"Dengdengdeng..."

There was a rush of footsteps coming from the stairs, and they stopped when they were about to go up to the top floor. .

Frederick lit the candles before going up to the top floor. He walked towards Psyche with the tray in his hand, and said with a smile, "Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier, now you can only deal with it like this... Uh... Are you crying?"

He was surprised to see that Psyche's eyes were reddish, and two lines of tears ran across his face and dripped from his chin to the skirt of his clothes.

"It was too windy just now," Psyche forced a smile, and wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand, "sand got into his eyes."

Frederick let out an "oh", at this time she should be whatever she says.

Psyche looked at Frederick's hand. In the tray was an exquisite gold plate and a pair of gold knives and forks. Inside the gold plate was a fist-sized hemispherical dessert, covered with a layer of white and light yellow. cream, topped with a beeswax candle the size of a pinky finger.

"In your opinion, I'm only one year old." Psyche pouted deliberately.

Frederick smiled and replied: "Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets ten thousand..."

He was glared at by Psyche, and immediately shut up obediently.

Psyche jumped down from the crenel, blew out the candle, took the tray and put it where he was sitting just now, picked up a knife and fork to cut a piece of cream...

"Uh……"

It was the first time she had seen such a miraculous item after going through such a long time.

Frederick scratched the back of his head and said embarrassingly: "Now there are only steamed buns left in the kitchen. Luckily, there is still butter. Let's deal with it like this."

Psyche put the birthday steamed bun into his mouth, with a heartfelt smile on his face, and said while eating, "Thank you."

Frederick replied with a smile, "Just as long as you are happy."

Psyche hummed an unknown song and finished eating the birthday buns.

She put down the knife and fork, licked her lips, turned around and lifted Frederick's armpit with both hands.

"This is a gift in return." Psyche had a sly smile on his face.

Frederick found her face getting closer and closer to him.

Psyche lowered his head, let the two of them put their foreheads against each other, and whispered, "Relax, it's just a simple soul magic 'soul copy and paste'."

As soon as the words fell, Frederick suddenly felt his head swell, as if something was forcibly stuffed into his brain.

Seems like he heard "wabby wabbo" or something before he passed out.

(End of this chapter)