Chapter 144 The True Mood

The north slope mine, the backyard of the firing room.

Nightingale picked up the wine glass on the table and raised it above her head. The crystal-clear body of the cup glistens under the light, and no variegated color can be seen.

She knew that this kind of cup was called a crystal cup, and the firing process and formula had always been the top secret information of the royal alchemy workshop. The goblet in his hand alone is worth around a golden dragon. Crystal glassware paired with fine silver tableware has long been a favorite of the aristocrats and merchants to show off their wealth.

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

"Your Highness, what you burn is not a cup, but a golden dragon." Nightingale sighed.

"I don't have time to study how to burn sand into colorless glass, so I have to use this method first." Roland threw a beautifully shaped crystal pot into Anna's black fire furnace. It has served ale, filled the cups of the sisters at tea in the castle garden and at the Feast of the Demon Moon, and I can't help but feel a pity.

Under the steady heat, the jug quickly softened and then melted into a sticky paste.

"Sand...burning glass?" Anna asked. "Are they the same substance?"

"Well, the main ingredients are similar, but the sand contains a lot of impurities, and most of the fired glass is brown and green, which cannot meet the requirements for use."

"So glass is pure sand?"

Roland smiled, "You can think so. When I write this part of knowledge into a book, you will understand how those small balls form matter after reading it."

Anyway, I don't understand... Nightingale pouted. Besides, glass of different colors does not affect its container function. Anyway, you are not using it as a water cup, so why do you have to use a transparent crystal cup for firing. She walked over to Anna and looked at the recast glassware.

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

Some look like tubes with rounded bases that are thin and long. And some are like bottles, the bottom is as big as a kettle, and there is only a mouth as thick as a thumb on the top.

The strangest thing is a tube bent into a horseshoe shape, with no seals on both sides, and it is almost impossible to make a container.

"What are you going to use these crystal glassware for?" Nightingale couldn't help asking.

"It's not for me, it's for the alchemists in Border Town in the future." Roland stirred the slime in the black fire with a glass rod, "They can use these vessels to extract some acids and alkalis, which I need to produce new weapons." Chemicals."

acid? alkali? Chemicals? Nightingale blinked her eyes, and realized that she couldn't understand what His Highness was saying at all, and this feeling made her a little depressed. But if she wanted to ask one by one, she seemed a little too ignorant. She didn't want to expose this side in front of Anna, so she had to focus on the only noun she could understand.

"Where are the alchemists in the town? Even Longsong Fortress doesn't have an alchemist workshop. You can only find alchemists in Chishui City, and I heard that their salaries are higher than those of lords and ministers. It is very difficult to rely on golden dragons alone." It's hard to recruit them."

"You know a lot," Roland replied with a smile, "That's true. The people I sent are already on their way to Chishui City, and they will get news in about two weeks. But I don't use The Golden Dragon recruited them, but some alchemy secrets. As for whether I can recruit them, I am not sure, I have to try."

The first half of the praise from His Royal Highness immediately dispelled Nightingale's depression, and she returned to the center of the courtyard contentedly, and stuffed a ball of pastry on the round table into her mouth.

Since Roland changed the main experimental location from the backyard of the castle to the firing room on the north slope mountain, the afternoon tea also moved here.

On the round table are the palace snacks specially prepared by the chefs from His Highness the Prince.

For example, this dim sum called steamed stuffed bun, the outer skin is made of wheat flour, which has been processed by some method, so it is extremely soft. There is also a ball of minced meat wrapped in it, chopped into pieces, containing juice... not like bacon, which is hard and difficult to swallow. With just one bite, the minced meat becomes one with the gravy.

Nightingale put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them one by one, leaning back on the recliner, feeling sleepy.

It seems that I have been getting lazy recently?

The afternoon sun shone on her body, and the warmth like water slowly surrounded her. The rustling sound of the spring wind blowing the leaves made her feel extremely peaceful. She took off her shoes, curled her legs up, and lay down on her side.

From this perspective, you can see the side door leading to the gunpowder production room from the backyard, and there is a gauze curtain hanging on the door, which was probably used by His Highness to prevent himself from sneaking in. Thinking of this, Nightingale felt a little funny. Whether it was the partition wall of the yard or the outer wall of the production room, they were all flat lands that she could walk through freely. She also entered a mysterious room, and stayed quietly to listen while His Highness explained the production method, but she didn't take the finished gunpowder.

But the other party thought that he was doing it without anyone noticing, and he didn't know that he was the one who was kept in the dark.

Nightingale turned her head and looked at Anna.

She was holding a freshly fired flat-bottomed cup, talking with His Highness, looking serious and focused.

Nightingale was full of admiration for this talented woman who came from a commoner family.

The sisters of the Mutual Aid Association were able to escape the fate of being displaced and the torment of the magic backlash, largely because Anna hadn't changed the prince's view of witches, all subsequent turning points would have been impossible.

If His Highness really wanted to marry a witch, then Anna was almost the only candidate she could think of.

Even though she had a glimmer of expectation in her heart, Nightingale chose to bury it deeply in her heart. Most of the time, just staying by His Highness's side is enough for her.

She closed her eyes, and a picture involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Roland ascended the throne in the main hall of the palace. Wearing a golden crown and holding a gemstone scepter, he walked to the castle terrace to receive the admiration and cheers of the people.

Beside him, the woman in a white satin dress walking arm in arm was none other than Anna. She also wore a golden tiara on her head and covered her veil, smiling and waving to the people.

Lightning circled in the air, sprinkled bright red rose petals, and in the distance, melodious bells rang from the Clock Tower of the Royal Capital.

I stood aside with other sisters, applauding and sending blessings.

The increasingly intense drowsiness traveled all over the body, and the consciousness gradually became hazy.

Roland turned around, lifted the woman's veil, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The final scene became very blurry. As the veil fell, Nightingale vaguely saw that the woman with her eyes closed... was herself.

She curled up her mouth and fell into dreamland. (To be continued.)