Creator's Steam Fairy

Can a destroyer that can't scrape bombs still be called a destroyer?

Luria was silent for a while, but she still asked, "So that's why you got shot in the butt?"

"Ok?"

Mr. Forrester was stunned for a while, then stretched out his hand to wipe behind him.

There were sticky blood stains on the coat.

"It's just a scratch..." He was a little embarrassed, and then asked doubtfully, "It's so dark, how can you see clearly?"

Hearing this, Luo Liya was also puzzled.

Yes, there are thick clouds in the sky tonight, and it is very dark. How could she distinguish the blood on Forrest's dark-looking overcoat so clearly?

"Can you see that pimple on your forehead?"

Loria wanted to test whether she had grown up.

Old Forrest was silent for a moment, trying not to see.

"I can see." Luria clapped her little hands and said, "Either my night vision is good, or you are blind."

Can't hit a woman.

Forrest clenched his fists!

Trying to control myself not to be angry, not to be angry, not to be angry, he pointed to the red dot on his forehead and asked, "So what's the use of this thing? What kind of magic device?"

Although the life-saving object given to him by the magician shattered his image into a mess, at least it was for his sake, right?

"That's right, it's a magic tool with two functions."

Loria nodded and replied: "The first function is to periodically resonate, so that I can know your location from far away, convenient..."

At any rate, she didn't say 'it's convenient to avenge you after you are killed'.

"Oh, that's a very technical term, but it's really a good function." Forrest nodded affirmatively: "Knowing each other's positions among team members can greatly facilitate tactical deployment... Although I don't know where you are, the first What about two?"

Shouldn't it be a function that can summon some great troll or teleport him to a safe place when his life is in danger?

Loria replied with a concise and clear answer:

"Glow."

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was beaten.

Luo Liya held her head and pouted, but the old uncle actually committed the crime and hit her on the head with the butt of a gun.

Excessive.

It's not that I can't take it off.

How convenient is the magical tool that will fall off naturally after the magic power is exhausted after three months.

This is one of the little toys Eve left her.

"Why don't you help me?"

She whispered to her shadow.

"What? You were in a daze at that time?"

Luria was at a loss. She only knew this evil spirit, and she didn't know if the evil spirit would really be in a daze.

In fact, it's just that the evil spirit thinks she should fight.

Darth Vader had seen Forrest's eyes, the same eyes of a 35-year-old still unmarried warrior who had once been him.

You can't put glowing red dots on a warrior's forehead, even if you're a Bastet.

The plural cry of bleat bleat sounded.

Forrest led her to a small sheep pen. Loria counted by the kerosene lamp. There were about eleven or twelve sheep, and there were two figures stuck together. She couldn't tell the difference between the two sheep. Still a fat sheep.

"look."

Forrest pointed to the shed next to the sheep pen and said, "The wool piled up like a hill is not the output that should be produced by more than a dozen samples. Moreover, it has been rainy recently, so it would be a lot of waste to keep it like this."

Loria looked at the dilapidated shepherd's hut, at the pile of wool piled on the ground, and at the dozen or so sheep that had obviously not been sheared recently.

It's really illogical.

There is weirdness everywhere.

A poor shepherd has more than the theoretical amount of wool but does not cherish it?

"I was chased near here, and two men with shotguns ran out to surround me together...I guess it's a gang of robbers, and I'm afraid it has nothing to do with Mr. Wallace."

Forrest walked around the sheep pen a few times, then broke open the door and rummaged in the dilapidated wooden house for a while.

Nothing.

Chapter 141 I have read more fierce ones in books

"Mr. Assistant in front, step aside."

Miss Loria, who had been beaten in the head, was taking revenge, and she decided to call only Mr. Assistant Forrester for three days.

Good to remind him not to make trouble!

How dare a mere assistant hit the investigator on the head?

And Forrest, who was looking for a tool to pry open the floor of the cabin for inspection, had just taken a few steps back when he saw several blue fireballs the size of coconuts flying towards the outer wall of the cabin.

There were a few soft cracking sounds of dry wood, and there was almost no burning process, and several large holes were burned out in the wooden wall. Seeing that the fire would not be ignited, Loria confidently launched a wider range of magic.

The endless fireballs hit the dilapidated wooden house like a shower, and the latter was wiped out in an instant.

Forrest shrank his head, as if, as if, maybe, this Miss Investigator really doesn't need his protection.

Sure enough, being able to become an investigator at a young age is based on real skills?

When the beautiful blue embers flying in the fire dissipated and disappeared, he went up to check and found the secret door... A big hole had been blasted by Miss Investigator's magic, and it was easily pried open.

It is a hidden cellar entrance, and only a glance down from the passage can reveal that the underground space is far larger than the occupied area of ​​this dilapidated wooden house.

Forrest nodded to Loria, and bento went down first. First, he smelled the stench that was almost suffocating, and then he saw the scattered piles of wool by the light of the kerosene lamp, and the other side of the cellar huddled in the corner. Several big sheep.

"Strange, why do you keep the sheep in the cellar?"

Forrest said to himself, and looked from a distance with a high kerosene lamp, those sheep were really too big.

The entrance to the cellar must be hidden under the wooden house, just to hide a few big sheep?

It really doesn't make sense.

He moved closer to check the big, motionless sheep lying on the ground, and after a few steps, one of them stood up suddenly, making a sound of metal clashing, turned around and rushed towards him.

Only then did Forrest see the big sheep in front of him—covered in sheep's wool, but with dry humanoid limbs, where the sheep's head should have been, but it was deeply sunken into the chest cavity, and there was a distorted human face on it. ...Its abdomen does not have long hair, but dark red skin is exposed. There are two rows of dense holes on it, and there are things like insect gastropods drilled out of it. They are trembling towards the mouthparts in the largest hole in the middle Toggle.

Uncle was scared to death!

He subconsciously aimed at the mouthparts of the 'big sheep monster' and pulled the trigger.

There was a gunshot, and the bullet hit, splashing dark red and almost black blood. The monster made a painful low sound that was not human and had nothing to do with sheep, and was thrown to the ground by the impact of the bullet.

Forrest paused for a moment before noticing that the monster was chained.

The other 'big sheep' also turned around and 'looked' at him with their distorted human faces sunken in their chests.

Crazy and distorted gazes, accompanied by their insect-like hissing sounds, the crazy evil thoughts seemed to crawl out of their twisted bodies and crawl towards Forrest.

Just looking at each other, he couldn't help but want to turn around and run away, and unintuitively took a few steps back until his waist was held back by a hard object.

"Mr. Assistant, you are just chained monsters, and you are too cowardly."

Backhand used the counterweight to block the retreating Forrest, and Loria poked her head out from behind him to observe the monsters for a moment and said, "It's disgusting, but it's not a great monster."

Smelly, but not catastrophic.

Weird, but not as weird as those monsters in the Templar's "Illustrated Book of Endangered Evil Creatures."

A mere rusty iron chain can lock it, so it is no stronger than a fierce beast.

Ugliness does not mean horror. There is no law in the world that the lower the appearance, the stronger the strength.

She quickly made a judgment—it was just a monster with no special features, and it was not dangerous.

"Excuse me, is there anyone who can understand me?"

Loria stepped out from behind Forrest, holding a sword in one hand and holding up a dazzling fireball with the palm of the other hand up.

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Mr. Reginald Wallace had never been in a factory. Although he did not know how to operate the great machines that changed the world, he understood the basic laws of economics.

For example, in a remote rural town in Brittania with little transportation advantage, a wool spinning mill with old equipment, half manual and half mechanical will almost certainly lose money, go bankrupt, and then close down.

What's more, this wool spinning factory with chaotic management still pays workers [-]% to [-]% above the market rate.

The Hargreaves spinning machine has been around for a hundred years, and the mechanical textile industry is no longer a representative of the industrial age.Nowadays, those textile factories with the most advanced machines and management methods are also prone to fall into the vortex of poor management due to one or another problem.

Production was extremely high, far exceeding demand.

Brittania, which has the world's largest textile industry, has come to an end in its textile trade. In the process from wool and cotton to finished products, the biggest profit is made by Gallia, who hardly weaves... If not The factories and tailors of this country are so accustomed to stealing their latest styles that the textile industry is probably doomed long ago.

From the first day he stepped into this factory, Wallace was ready to run away with buckets at any time.

He is a mere 'worker', so naturally he doesn't worry about whether the factory will collapse or not. He just hopes that the wool spinning factory will last for a while, at least when he earns back the fare money.

Compared with Londinium, the rent and food in Bihu Town are cheap. Wallace calculated the time needed to pay back the cost after a short calculation. If you save money and don’t drink beer, it takes only a week. enough.

Thinking of this, he became extraordinarily energetic... How could he, Mr. Wallace, be those incompetent old men in the House of Commons who just talk but don't practice!For the next three years he was to live as a laborer, never taking a halfpence from the house, never asking the housekeeper for help.

When he entered the factory, he still felt distressed when he saw the wool piled in the open air. What a waste.Bihu Town Wool Mill treats the wool as if it doesn't cost money.

The wool just cut from the sheep is called raw wool, which is inherently dirty, but if it is exposed to the wind and rain, it will inevitably be infested with insects and cause unnecessary waste.

Can this factory really make money?

Shouldn't it depend on his salary?

This is a week's labor, labor worth 18 shillings. When he has less and less money in his pocket and starves if he doesn't count carefully, he really thinks like a worker.

Wallace silently wrote down in his heart that being owed wages is a more serious problem than low wages.

He was assigned to unload the goods, and when the freight wagon that brought the wool drove up to the hill-like wool pile, he climbed up to unload the goods... One of them was ordinary dirty wool that was hardened together, which made him hard to understand What's more, the other kind of wool has less impurities-there is very little dust and dirt, and there are no grass seeds and plant debris mixed in it, and the color is whiter.

These high-quality raw wools are the reason why Bihu Town Wool Mill can make profits?

Chapter 142 Do you think I look like a girl who can do this kind of thing (ball ticket)

Throughout the day, Wallace was busy unloading bags of wool from the carriage, and was responsible for opening the bags to check, piled the ordinary ones on the wool mountain, and loaded the other high-quality wool onto the cart and pushed them to the lake. side to go.

The factory dug several pools by the lake, and brought in the lake water. There are female workers washing wool there. They are all in their 30s and above, and they seem to be locals.Wallace always saw them talking and laughing from a distance, and when he approached with the bucket cart, the laughter and laughter would suddenly disappear without a trace.

He didn't find it strange that the ladies of Londinium even wore trousers and could run around in the streets now, but the more remote countryside was still as conservative as it was a hundred years ago.

Some families also prohibit women from going out alone as in the past.

But the high-quality wool that I don’t know where to get, even hand-washing can quickly remove all impurities. Is it more cost-effective to hire a dozen wool-washing women than to use a wool-scouring machine?

absurd.

On the first day, he returned to the hotel in the town exhausted, lived in the worst guest room, was so tired that he lost his appetite and fell asleep; on the second day, he noticed that the 'high-quality wool' not only had less impurities, The color and softness are also better than ordinary wool - natural wool shows a light yellow even after washing, and often requires a bleaching process, and these special wools are snow white.

On the third day, when he was called to help burn the trash at the bottom of the pond, he overheard the news that the factory made only the worst woven shags.

He realized that something was wrong.

The woolen mills in Bihu Town seem to be able to buy amazing quality wool at a very low price, and the ordinary wool is bought and wasted; they use the best raw materials to produce the worst products.

These two points are simply illogical, especially the latter.As long as you show the high-quality wool to the banker of the county government, you can easily get a loan to buy new machines. Even if the traffic is bad, this factory belonging to a small town can earn a lot of gold pounds.

Even reselling high-quality wool directly can still make a lot of money.

Wallace couldn't figure out why Bihu Town would do such an illogical and wasteful behavior. After thinking about it, there was only one possibility—the high-quality wool in Bihu Town couldn't be seen.

Wallace took a sick day and left the town with the wool harvesters far away.

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