Chapter 1809 It Exploded!

McGonagall thinks he can't take on the responsibility of protecting the clan, and he even often worries about whether he can be a good father and a husband.

Gina stared blankly at Mag, as if she didn't expect him to refuse, she was stunned for a while, and then said at a loss: "Yes... did I do something wrong?"

"No, you're not wrong, and neither is Lantister." Mag gently covered Gina's head with her hands, comforted her flustered mood, looked at her with a smile and said, "If Landistor doesn't Fighting against other tribes, naturally there is no need to worry about other tribes entering the sea to fight with you, so why give the scepter to me, an outsider, to be controlled by others. I will always be Lantiste’s friend, and if anyone needs my help, I will naturally not Will sit idly by.

What's more, I'm just a human being, not some god. I like cooking, I like restaurants, and I like such a simple life. For me, rights are nothing more than clouds. "

Gina opened her mouth slightly and looked at Mag. His body seemed to exude divine light, just like the savior who appeared in the crystal ball that day.

"Simple...happy life." With a hint of understanding in her heart, Gina nodded vigorously, "I will go back and tell the emperor and the high priest the truth."

"Go." Mag withdrew his hand, his eyes full of encouragement.

Looking at Gina who was going away, Mag was relieved. Fortunately, Irina was not there, otherwise I would have to explain what it means to follow for life.

"Hannah's rum distillery should be finished, right?" Mag pushed the bicycle out, planning to go around the north of the city to check on the progress of Hannah's rum production. Recently, many guests have been asking about the rum.

Secondly, Mag is also planning to put the mass production of Moutai and whiskey on the agenda.

Brewing beer on his balcony is already the limit. The brewing of whiskey and Moutai requires a larger venue and longer brewing time. It is naturally a very good idea to establish a brewery and directly enter the mass production stage.

Alcohol is a lucrative business. Beer, rum, whiskey, Moutai, and McGonagall, who holds a king fried, are very confident in monopolizing the high-end alcohol market in mainland Nolan.

As for wine, Mag decided not to replace Buffett's winery for the sake of Hill's face.

"Host, please don't be obsessed with making money, exporting delicious food to this world is what you should do as a candidate for a master chef!" The system reminded.

"Money? I've never touched money. I'm not interested in money. I just want to let the good wine drinkers in this world enjoy real good wine, and let those bad wine have a sense of crisis and direction for improvement." Mai Grid said with a noble face.

He went out by bike, said hello to Mo Bai and Lu Lu who were resting at the gate of the blacksmith shop, whistled and rode away on the bike.

"Boss Mai is really a chic person." Mo Bai looked at Mag's back and said with a smile.

"He is a good man." Lu Luhan said with a smile.

...

Before arriving at the brewery, Mag saw the white smoke coming from the tall chimney from a distance.

"My girl, I really can't wait to start working." McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that Hannah had already started testing the machine.

It can understand Hannah's impatient mentality. After all, this rum factory, from the machine drawings to the factory layout drawings, was driven out by her day and night, and then squatted on the construction site every day, The craftsmen who guarded the two shifts worked overtime to complete the construction.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the crystallization of brainchild.

"boom--"

As soon as Mag's bicycle stopped at the entrance of the brewery, there was an explosion sound inside.

"This is?" Mag watched the tall chimney swaying in a cloud of black smoke, and fell unwillingly.

A group of craftsmen who were perfecting the details of the factory environment ran out in a panic, looking terrified.

Mag rushed into the billowing black smoke immediately, and fished out Hannah who was in a daze.

Hannah, whose face was blackened and her hair exploded like a golden lion king, was stunned for a while and blinked before noticing Mag,

Then he showed a shocked expression: "It...it exploded!"

"Well, I saw it." Mag pursed her lips, trying not to laugh out loud.

"It...it just exploded!" Hannah repeated innocently in a crying voice.

"Well, I saw it..." Mag turned his head away, but couldn't help but make a "Kukuku" sound.

He is professionally trained.

But did not hold back.

"It's okay, the person is still there, and everything can start from scratch." Mag finished laughing, looked back at Hannah who was a little absent-minded, and patted her on the shoulder in relief.

"Start drawing pictures?" Hannah rolled her eyelids and fainted directly in Mag's arms.

"This child..." Mag hugged Hannah, and directed the craftsmen present to extinguish the open fire caused by the explosion first, so that they would not rush to clean up the scene, and sent Hannah to the nearest textile factory.

Irina is not there, but there are magicians who can heal, and there is also a professional hospital. After all, there are 30,000 night elves.

The explosion did not hurt Hannah, she passed out due to exhaustion and desperation to catch up again.

The elf therapist cast a spell on her to calm her mood, and her frown was relaxed, her breathing gradually became smoother, and she fell asleep.

The elf also performed a cleansing technique on her by the way, washed Hannah who was covered in black and gray, and changed her clothes.

"It'll be fine if you wake up after sleeping." The elf came out of the room and looked at Mag and said.

"I'm sorry, let her rest here for a while, I'll pick her up later." Mag glanced at Hannah who was lying quietly, turned and left the infirmary.

Meg returns to the brewery.

Looking at the mess, he couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

The boiler exploded, the brewing machine was scattered all over the place, and the entire boiler room was in a mess.

Mag took out an N95 and put it on, squinting his eyes at the smoky factory building, and asked in his heart, "System, let's check the problem."

"Host……"

"One thousand copper coins." Mag blocked the system's mouth.

"But now the host has no money..."

Mag's expression froze, and he smiled and said, "I have private money."

"After the scan, the three-dimensional map was reconstructed according to the design drawings. Six structural problems and three material problems were found. The design drawings of the brewing machine have been redrawn. Do you need to print?" About a minute later, the voice of the system came.

"Of course." Mag nodded.

"Print a piece of 2 copper coins. This drawing has a total of 32 pages. The fee is 64 copper coins, which has been deducted!" The cheerful voice of the system sounded.

Looking at the thick stack of blueprints in his hand, Mag complained about the system's greed for money, but he was quite satisfied with this abnormally standardized blueprint.