Chapter 535

In the capital of Typhon, Aldenan, a special small-scale banquet is being held in the noble district.

Bright magic spar lamps illuminate the spacious main banquet hall, golden tassels hang from the high roof, forming a gorgeous curtain above the hall, soft and cheerful tunes echo in the interior space, and the music brings The ecstasy and extravagance of Typhon's "Nightingale Year" period - nobles from the central region of Typhon love this kind of music from a previous era, which seems to remind them of the "good times" before the Empire's New Deal , they like to dance to this nightingale-like melody, remembering the time when the nobles could still enjoy a lot of privileges and control all the wealth of a piece of land.

However, today, many years after the implementation of the New Deal, they can only carry out this level of remembrance in a melody.

This kind of private banquet that only invites a few close friends is destined to not have too many guests. A dozen invited guests stand together in twos and threes, chatting casually in the hall. The mellow wine and delicate snacks are not too much. In order to attract these visitors from high society, their attention is almost all on the small temporarily fenced platform in the center of the hall - there is a strangely shaped machine with an iron frame and a series of The complicated connecting rod and gear mechanism, and the neatly arranged cotton threads between the metal rods in the upper part of the machine make people think of "textile", but the loom with such a strange shape is the first time everyone has seen it. .

The guests stopped around this machine intentionally or unintentionally, discussing or speculating in a low voice about the origin of this machine and the purpose of the banquet host putting it here - this unremarkable, even ugly mechanical creation keeps pace with high-end banquets. The atmosphere is not suitable, and it is definitely not for decoration in the center of the hall, so what is the owner of the banquet - Viscount Hemir, a noble gentleman of orthodox background - putting it here?

"It's probably a novel magic toy," a young nobleman in a dark brown coat whispered to his partner in the banquet hall, "After all, Mr. Hemil is famous for playing with novelties. "

"I heard that he brought it out from the 'Imperial Workers' Association'," the partner next to him responded, "That eccentric old magician recently got very close to Mr. Hemir..."

"That eccentric old magician? Is there such a person in the Workers' Association?"

"Oh, that's a famous person - it is said that Ms. Windsor personally vouched for it. I heard that he used to be a high-ranking member of the Royal Society of Mages, and he had retired. This time he was invited by His Majesty the Emperor's recruitment order. …”

The whispered discussion of the guests did not last long. As the music gradually turned soothing and muffled, everyone's eyes turned to the entrance of the hall in unison. The attendants in dark red shorts opened the heavy and gorgeous door. , and the tall and thin Viscount Hermel, wearing a loose dark coat and monocle, appeared at the door.

The Viscount, who was not yet thirty years old, had a pleasant smile on his face--he was always so beaming,

There was an atmosphere of good things happening at any moment, and behind Mister Viscount, two strangers followed.

One of them wears a black mage robe, looks old and has a gloomy temperament. At first glance, he looks like an old-fashioned mage with a strange temperament and difficult to get along with. The middle-aged man with a hunched back and a nervous expression on his face, even though he put on a new and decent woolen coat, he still shrank like a low-class person. Behind the black-robed mage, the expression on his face was tense as if he would faint at any time.

The unfamiliar faces aroused the curiosity of the guests, but everyone did not rashly ask. They just glanced at the two guests behind Viscount Hermire with noble restraint, and then focused their attention on the host of the banquet. body.

The visitors are all friends of Viscount Hemir, so naturally they will not be so restrained. Some people raised their wine glasses and greeted the host here with a big smile: "Viscount Hemir - thank you for the good wine and food, this banquet is really good. Impressive, especially the decorations on site - my friend, why don't you come and introduce your new toy?"

"This is not a toy, Viscount Dewey," Viscount Hermire had a bright smile on his face. He walked towards the center of the hall, came to the oddly shaped machine, then turned to face the guests he had invited and stretched out his arms. Pointing at the machine behind him with an exaggerated gesture, "This is a new era!"

"You really like this kind of exaggerated words more and more recently," a veiled woman couldn't help shaking her head with a smile, "the same thing you said last time when you introduced us to a 'writing machine' , unfortunately it just shreds the paper..."

Hemil immediately raised his head and said with a serious face: "I'm already improving that machine, and I'm sure I can fix those annoying little gears - as for the machine in front of you, rest assured, it will never look like The same problem happened last time, and it is already a practical creation!"

Then he turned slightly to the side, and beckoned the middle-aged man in a wool coat with a nervous face to step forward: "Mr. Martin, please come forward and show my friends this incredible thing."

It turned out that this person who looked like he had gone to the wrong place was here to help the Viscount demonstrate the machine?

The guests watched with a glimpse of the middle-aged man named "Mr. Martin" coming to the machine, watching him go back and forth to check the parts of the machine, calibrate the gears, and inject grease into the gaps of the parts-in After coming into contact with the machine, the middle-aged man's nervousness seemed to disappear at once. Like a skilled old craftsman, he completed all the preparations with dazzling movements, and then started at the behest of Viscount Hermel. machine.

Accompanied by the weak magic fluctuations at the bottom of the machine, a strange creaking sound came from between its gears and connecting rods, and then... this complex engineering creation made an amazing feat under everyone's eyes. things:

It's weaving!

The machine creaked for a few minutes, then stopped under the control of "Mr. Martin," while the eyes of the onlookers went wide.

Someone finally exclaimed: "God of knowledge is above - Hemir, you have finally created something useful!"

Viscount Hermire showed a reserved expression, he put his hand on his stomach, and sighed in an aria-like tone: "How I hope this engineering miracle is from my hands, unfortunately the nobility rules require me to be honest— —This machine is by this Mr. Martin, the fourth smartest man I have ever met, from Anglesey, who named it the 'Angray Loom'..."

The noble guests in the hall once again let out a small exclamation, and this time, they finally took a serious look at the "Mr. Martin".

Martin stood nervously under the gazes of the nobles, his hands clenched and loosened involuntarily, he was so frightened and so excited-his ridiculed machine finally got recognition, got a chance, A respectable noble gentleman even held a banquet for this purpose to showcase his invention, and had no intention of encroaching on his reputation.

"Gentlemen and ladies, you can ask Mr. Martin about the details of this machine--please don't scare him, he's my honorable guest," said Viscount Hemel with a loud laugh, "and if anyone Want to buy this machine and do something with it, come and see me after the party - I've been honored to be the first investor in Angel Loom and I'm always looking forward to it To have friends with me to start a great business."

Afterwards, the viscount withdrew, leaving the banquet hall to the Angel Loom and its inventor, and he himself returned to the lounge next to the banquet hall with the old mage Daniel.

"Master Daniel, it's been a pleasant day," Viscount Hemil said happily as soon as he entered the lounge, "You know what? My favorite thing is to come up with a new thing and admire everyone's surprised expressions..."

The old mage Daniel nodded: "Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Viscount."

Although his personality is eccentric, he still understands basic etiquette, and now in order to complete the master's task, he must also establish a good relationship with every "use target" as much as possible.

"Don't be so polite, Master," Viscount Hermire said quickly, "Ms. Windsor once pointed me, and I count myself as her half-disciple, and you are her mentor, can you solve your problems? My pleasure."

Daniel glanced at the young nobleman: "You do have some mage talent."

"Ah, I know this talent, I probably won't go very far on the road of magic, and I'm still a person who can't endure hardship," Viscount Hermire waved, "so I prefer to focus on energy. On 'Wonderful Things' - Fate has treated me well, and finally let me find such a valuable 'Wonderful Object', and I also met a master of your unique vision and transcendental wisdom. To be honest, although I see Angel The loom is of great value, but without your guidance and guidance, I would never have imagined its true power for the rest of my life..."

Daniel accepted the Viscount's compliment calmly, and then asked sideways, "Mr. Viscount, do you think your friends will be interested in the Angel loom?"

"Ah, they are a group of people who are as interested in new things as I am, but not everyone has the same courage to invest as I do, you know, many nobles lose their remaining assets after losing their land. It is very precious, even the banquet only dares to be held twice a month," Viscount Hermire said while sitting on the soft slump of the lounge, leaning over to pick up a fruit from the fruit bowl next to him, smelling the aroma of the fruit, "But there are still two of them... oh, three people, they should have both vision and courage, and they will join the team."

"That's good," Daniel nodded. "The more people get involved, the faster our scale will expand, and the more obvious the publicity effect will be. The Angel Loom has been registered with the Workers' Association, and you will not only You can start a factory, or you can go out and sell the authorization of the loom, and its income can go far beyond the annuity.”

"To be honest, I can't wait," Viscount Hermire put the fruit aside, "but to be honest...Although the Angel loom is very useful, it needs a sufficient supply of yarn to make the best use of it. Value, Mr. Martin...is it really possible to design a new type of spinning machine before the cold months are over?"

"He will succeed, rest assured, after all the spinning machine is much simpler in structure than the loom, and there is a reference to the hydro-spinning machine invented by the Herits in 714," Daniel smiled, though That smile is not so much a comfort, but more of a creepy feeling, "Besides, I will also help him. I know a little about mechanics..."

Viscount Hemil heaved a long sigh of relief: "That's good, as long as the spinning machine is in place, I have nothing to worry about."

"No, there is actually one more thing that should be worried about in advance," Daniel shook his head and reminded in time, "Mr. Viscount, don't you think that if the spinning machine and the loom start at the same time, we will need a lot of... cotton Is it?"

"...I have really thought about this," Viscount Hemil's face became slightly serious after hearing Daniel's words, "people around the imperial capital mostly grow grains and beans, and the main cotton planting area is a little further south. where, even in the South, their cotton production should not keep up with the consumption of the machines—the efficiency of the machines is just astonishing.”

"Why don't we try to persuade the farmers who grow grains and beans to also grow a little cotton? Anyway, cotton can have a good harvest in the central region," Daniel recalled the master's teaching in his mind, and guided slowly, his face revealed A more obvious smile - that smile still has a creepy taste, but in the eyes of Viscount Hemir, this smile is full of sincerity and friendliness, "Farmers will get great benefits, factories buying cotton The price is much higher than what they earn from selling food..."

"Then...what if they don't want to?" Viscount Hemir hesitated. "Many farmers are very stubborn, and now there are imperial laws protecting them, and I can't forcefully change the things in their fields..."

"Mr. Viscount, this requires you to work hard in the parliament - attract more people to the textile factory, as long as everyone becomes our investor, the parliamentarians will naturally realize the importance of cotton... …”

"Ah, Master Daniel, do you still know the operating rules of the noble council?"

"A little bit."

Looking at this old mage with unique vision and outstanding wisdom, Viscount Hemir finally couldn't help showing admiration: "Master Daniel, let me say it bluntly - you really should have returned to the imperial capital earlier, your insight He has such an outstanding vision, if you had returned to the imperial capital two years earlier, you would have already become a man of influence here.”

"No, Mr. Viscount, this is the age of young people," Daniel said calmly, "keep your expectations, you will become the man of this age."

Viscount Hermel laughed, he stood up, took the wine glass and red wine from the wine rack not far away, poured a glass for himself and Daniel, and then handed a glass to the old mage in front of him: "Let's Celebrate it, Master."

Daniel took the glass and raised it slightly: "To this beautiful era."

"To this wonderful time."

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