Chapter 1597 The Boss Is Indeed a Mechanical Master!

After the business ended in the morning, Mag took Hannah upstairs to start the formal drawing teaching.

As a (pseudo) designer who graduated from a serious mechanical design major, Mag's design foundation is still extremely solid, and with a good memory, he still remembers how the teacher taught them the basics of drawing design drawings .

"A lot of books." Hannah entered the study room, and was first attracted by the books of all kinds that were almost filled on three walls. After a cursory look, there were at least 5,000 books of all kinds. She had never seen so many books in her life. Book.

"In addition to this bookshelf, you can take back any books you want to read on other bookshelves." Mag pointed to the bookshelf near the door and said with a smile.

Reading more books is a good thing.

Hannah glanced at the bookshelf that Mag was pointing to. There were mostly books with black and red covers on the bookshelf, which seemed to exude some kind of dark aura, and she nodded without thinking too much.

"Come here, today I will teach you how to draw design drawings in a standardized manner, so that your designs can be presented on the drawings in a gradually clear manner, so that more professional craftsmen can produce products that meet your requirements." Mag turned to the window Go to the desk next to you.

"Didn't you do it yourself?" Hannah followed up, a little puzzled, she felt that it might be difficult for others to understand what she was going to do.

"Our goal is to make standardized brewing equipment. Except that the deployment is done by you, other processes can be completed by machinery and workers in a standardized manner. Only in this way can it be regarded as a large-scale mechanized brewery." Mag pulled out from the side shelf. A blank sheet of paper was placed on the table, and he looked at Hannah and said, "So, we must ensure the accuracy of the machine. This is a job that requires a professional blacksmith to complete."

"Oh." Hannah nodded thoughtfully, and looked at Mag with a little worry, "Will it be difficult? I used to draw casually, and I only need to be able to draw wherever I want." Just understand it."

"It's okay, I'm a professional." McGonagall signaled Hannah to sit down next to her with a deep expression, and she also sat down at the desk, saying: "Let's first take a look at the commonly used tools for drawing, which are pencils and erasers , this is a ruler..."

McGonagall started from knowing the tools, and taught Hannah the steps and methods of standardized drawing in an in-depth and simple manner.

Floor plan, three-dimensional view, three-dimensional view, unfamiliar words jumped into Hannah's mind, looking at the graphics that jumped out of Mag's pen, and the neat and comfortable labeling methods all made her feel like opening the door to a new world a feeling of.

The boss is indeed a mechanical master!

But McGonagall spoke too fast,

The amount of information is too much. Although she has tried her best to memorize and even recorded some important points in a small notebook, it is obviously unrealistic to fully grasp these things in a short time. She can only wait for herself. Time to slowly digest exercises.

About an hour later, Mag picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip of tea, moistened his dry throat, looked at Hannah with slightly dull eyes and asked, "Will it be?"

"Huh?" Hannah looked at Mag blankly. Is this a human question? Although she understood what Mag said, this and the meeting are two different things.

"It doesn't matter, as a professional teacher, I don't know where to click." Mag smiled and stretched out his middle finger.

After a while, Hannah, who had dull eyes, regained her clarity, looked at Mag sitting across from her with disbelief, and said in surprise, "Boss! I've met all the meetings!"

"No, you just know it in your head. Drawing pictures is something that requires continuous practice. Today you can stay in the study and draw pictures, and draw all the drawings I just arranged for you." Mag got up and gave the seat to Han Na, went straight out and went downstairs.

"Isn't this amazing? The boss tapped my forehead, and I actually learned everything he said in the morning. It's really incredible." Hannah's expression was still difficult to calm down. Just now, she In a short period of time, he learned everything that Mag had taught him before, including how to use various tools, and how to draw professional drawings and mark them with appropriate dimensions.

"Could this be the boss's superpower?" Hannah was thoughtful, feeling that she had discovered the boss's extraordinary ability beyond cooking.

"Calm down, calm down! It's time to start drawing." Hannah took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then picked up a pen and paper to complete the task assigned by Mag.

Although it is the first time for her to paint with professional tools, she has already mastered all the methods and steps in her mind, and the technique is a bit jerky, but it does not affect the brush to draw lines and graphics on the paper.

"It's not bad, but it's not professional enough." Ten minutes later, Hannah looked at the first drawing she drew, nodded with satisfaction, then threw it aside dissatisfied, took the second piece of paper, and drew again seriously up.

Not long after McGonagall came downstairs, Dix came to him with Michael's order to go to the Santo's Mansion.

McGonagall could probably guess why Michael was looking for him, changed his clothes, put the stone box containing the strange stone statue on his body, and then took Dix's carriage to the city lord's mansion.

"Boss Mai, I want to apologize to you about Miss Rui Na's matter. In a few days, this matter will be completely resolved. There are some moths in the city lord's mansion. I need to clean it up carefully." In the secret room, Michael got up and said sincerely.

"It's not me who was hurt. It's useless for you to apologize to me." McGonagall shrugged. He was indeed a little upset about the issue of the City Lord's Mansion.

"I will apologize to Miss Ruina in person later." Michael nodded.

"Leave these things aside for now, let's talk about evil gods and devils first." Roland closed the door of the secret room, activated the multi-level anti-peeping formation, and said in a low voice.

"Boss Mai went to the Falk tribe this time, but did he really see the devil with his own eyes?" Michael looked at Mag and asked.

"The detailed report, as well as my previous conversation, I believe the city lord has read it. It may be absurd, but we have to admit that there are really devils in this world. Or it is a kind that existed in ancient times, but has survived until now. The powerful existences now, I call them: Old Ones." McGonagall said in a low voice.

"The Old Ones." Michael read every word, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was a little puzzled: "If there really are Old Ones, then why has there never been one in the history of Nolan Continent?" Is there any such record?"

Mag thought for a while and said, "I've been thinking about this issue for a while, and there are two possibilities: 1. The Nolan Continent was completely destroyed, and the current world was slowly redeveloped later, so there is no correlation. Record; 2. The history of the Nolan Continent has been artificially modified, and all information related to the old rulers has been erased."