Breaking through the veil-like mist, a heavy roar stopped in an open space on the edge of the town.
Moning Bell jumped down from the unchained carriage. He watched the machine move forward slowly, and did not stop until it was alongside another machine that looked the same in the open space. Behind them,
It was a familiar building and a familiar sign. I couldn’t help but feel a little lucky: “Great, we went directly to this business station.”
Now that he's here, he doesn't need to worry too much about other things. Everyone is experienced and knows what they should do. As the manager of the team, it is his duty to express his gratitude to those who helped him.
So he stamped his feet on the gravel-paved ground to make the mud on the soles of his boots appear less thick. He also patted his coat, smoothed his hair, took his hat and put it on before heading toward the station.
Already stopped, the alchemy product as big as a house walked over.
However, before he got close, a guard walked towards him.
Moning Bell stopped in front of the guard knowingly. He saw the young man walking out of the car holding the handrail and noticed this. So he took off his hat and bowed deeply to the young man. The young man said to himself
He smiled, then waved in return, got into the luxury carriage parked aside, and left.
Monimbel knew this carriage - it was the only one in Northcape that was engraved with magic circles and had no semicolon. He watched the convoy leave, turned around and stared at the giant machine that was being guarded.
After a while, he whispered to himself:
"It looks like this should be the consignee's creation. Let's go make an appointment with the clerk tomorrow."
Bolu, who left in the carriage, knew nothing about what happened behind him. He and Garland had returned to the Magic Tower and were talking about building a new ore-specific dock on the deserted beach not far from the city.
Polu was a little worried before bringing it up. After all, this was Essodu's ground. He could just bring in two traction equipment. If he carried out large-scale infrastructure construction, he would be suspected of having ulterior motives.
Miraculously, Polu revealed a little bit, and after testing it a few times, he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary. Garland had no objection to his own construction of ports and trunk roads, and he also had the attitude that you should do your best.
High efficiency helps our resources and also means transportation.
Is it really a logistics organization disguised as a country?
"Yes, that's it. It's so interesting to study magic. Who has the patience to count barrels here every day, hoping that the carriage will be enough for the next transportation. If it weren't for ensuring that there is no problem with the supply, we would have been impatient to take care of these junks.
It’s over.”
He frankly admitted that he was not interested in this job.
"Counting barrels? Is that how you describe your job? After all, you are also called the Mage Lord, Lord Lord."
"What lord, I finally figured it out now, this is a warehouse manager! I look at a lot of resources every day, but I can't use any of them for experiments. Do you know how uncomfortable I am?"
Garland curled his lips and continued:
"At least I'm not interested in doing this. Chore management is a stumbling block for us to move forward on the road of magic. If it weren't for the fact that there would be other benefits for the lord to go back after doing it, I wouldn't come. Look at my sister, she said...
I've been promoted to a high level, and now I can't even leave the house. Send me out..."
At this point, he suddenly clapped his hands: "By the way, at the worst, you can spend some money to buy this land. It's up to you to build whatever you want next. It's an ownerless wasteland anyway, so it's not like it can't be sold."
"Really? Then let's talk."
Facts have proved that Garland's attitude towards the wasteland outside the city is really casual. After some bargaining, Bolu has negotiated not only the dock, but also the land occupied by the future track. When he happily put away the land deed scroll, he was still a little confused.
I asked him worriedly: "You just sold the land, is it really okay?"
Garland's eyelids didn't even tremble: "As long as you fulfill your promise and transport a truckload of crystals to Xingdao every day, or more, it will be easy to say."
"Let's talk first. I'll reserve the transportation capacity for you, but I'm not responsible for whether there is anything to transport."
"Well, but is such a large dock area useful? I don't object to you building a dock, but the old dock is completely under the control of the magic tower. It has been built for many years with a defense system and is shrouded in mystery. It's really
Don’t you think about renovating it?”
Listening to what Garland said, Polu sighed: "I would like to, but the old wharf is not only limited in area, but is also surrounded by densely populated houses and narrow streets. If you don't want to carry out large-scale demolition and reconstruction, in addition to carriages, transportation
Other methods with larger volumes cannot be rolled out no matter what."
Garland had to admit that those narrow, curved, naturally formed streets surrounding the docks would never be able to meet the huge transportation volume planned by Bolu - although he did not understand the purpose of such a large transportation volume.
use.
"Well... what you say makes sense. Anyway, the ground has been given to you, so you can do whatever you want. But the magic tower cannot be moved there. You have to solve the defense yourself."
The idea of building a new dock is an issue that Polu has been thinking about for a long time - when he came to load ships last time, he felt a sense of despair when he looked at the small carts moving from the warehouse along the street towards the ships.
Horse-drawn carriages, barrels, this medieval style of transportation cannot have a future. Now, he wants to transform this place starting from transportation!
Now that large tractors have landed, they will soon be involved in the transportation work from the mine to the city. The hard work in the mining area has greatly tested its reliability, and many problems have been solved in later batches. Although this thing is stupid now
Big black and slow, but not that bad anymore.
According to Polu's statistics, the previous dedicated horse-drawn carriage fleets that traveled for a week might not be as capable as those hauled by tractors, with the huge carriages carrying a single trip. Anyway, there are no other vehicles on the road now, so the handling of semi-trailers with heavy loads is probably worse.
, just stick to it until the rail transit comes online.
Of course, the most fatal problem of steam tractors is the need to add water, and water stations must be set up along the road. But this manpower can be solved by unemployed horse-drawn carriage drivers.
Naturally, it is impossible to package such a large volume of cargo, and nailing barrels one by one would be too time-consuming. Therefore, starting from the mine, the ore will be in bulk cargo, and a dedicated bulk cargo terminal must be built.
At the same time, large-scale construction work was also being carried out on Ta Island. Young apprentices were working on the hillside with terrain modification machines, trying to transform the hillside into a slope suitable for laying tracks. This was also the preparation for the mid-term factory in Polu's plan.
But no matter how many factories are built, if the logistics, especially the input method of raw ore, are not solved, the production capacity cannot be increased no matter what. Although the iron ore on the island is still far from reaching the production bottleneck, the logistics at this time
The center should start construction. After all, since the ore-devouring monster of the cannonball production line was established, the current ore transportation volume cannot even maintain the production line at full capacity!
The day after asking Garland to send him a magical communication, Leonardo appeared at the dock on the Dido with manpower and a set of terraforming machines.
As soon as they met, he started shouting: "Polu, didn't you say you would go back after the discussion? Why are the renovations starting here?"
"The plan can't keep up with the changes. I've secured the land for the dock here, and we can start construction right now. Hurry up, the island is waiting for the mine to be completed."
After some survey, the three connections and one leveling in front of the dock construction... Sorry, there is no such job now. Polu looked at the workers arranging the transformation machine on the beach and felt that he was still too naive.
Garland gave the land a thumbs-up. At that time, he thought he was just pointing it casually. Unexpectedly, only half of this place was a tidal flat, and the other half was rugged rocks.
"No wonder it was given to me so happily. If this place is not renovated, there will be nothing else to do except collecting shells. If the remodeling machine does not burn oil, I am afraid that the renovation cost will be huge."
At this time, Stonewall suddenly ran in from the outside of the venue: "Polu, someone wants to see you. He said he has a consignment of yours."
"Me? Consignment? I don't have it. What's going on?"
Having said this, he looked back and looked outside the venue, and suddenly felt that the person looked familiar. He tried hard to identify it for a while before remembering it.
"Wait a minute, isn't this the guy from the caravan that was fished out of the mud that day? OK, let him come over."
Having said this, he touched the string around his neck, feeling confident. Leonardo and Stonewall's hands held onto their weapons.
After the man came over, he bowed first and then started to speak:
"Your Excellency, thank you for your help that day. This is the manager of Maersk Caravan, Monin Bell. That alchemy equipment is really powerful. However, I wonder if you have also made armors and weapons in batches?"
"Made."
"Ah, then are you the only one who can manufacture these things in batches?"
"Yes, do you want to place an order?"
"?"
The sudden question made Moning Bell, who was under great pressure as the two big men stared at him eagerly, pause for a moment, but his excellent professionalism still allowed him to react quickly: "Sir, it's better for us to complete the consignment order first."
"Really? What the hell?"
"The goods are currently well kept in the warehouse. Do you want us to deliver them to a designated location or here? Okay, I will send someone back to pick them up. Please wait a moment."
He made a gesture and asked the people behind him to run to report the news.
At this time, Polu couldn't help but ask him: "Who is the consignor? How can you be sure it is for me."
"I don't know the consignor, and there is no specific recipient. There are only three conditions: it is related to Star Island, mass production of armor and large-scale alchemy machinery. You have already met these conditions."
"What if I admit my mistake?"
"Although I believe that my vision is correct, if I am wrong, I can only blame myself for my lack of skill. I wonder how much of your armor can be sold?"
"Then it depends on how much you can transport."
While waiting for the transformer's charger to be recharged, Polu chatted with him in a roundabout way for a long time, but did not get much effective information. The armor he wanted to sell was sold a lot. During this period, the caravan guys
Pushing a trolley and carrying a mountain of boxes, I arrived at the outskirts of the venue.
Bolu was in no rush to get closer, thinking about various possibilities in his mind.
"Anyway, there shouldn't be any fraud like signing for withholding these days, right? Is it a self-destructing package? A crossbow shot? A poison gas trap? It can't all be Mimic monsters, right?"