Polu and Leah, who were in a depressed mood, walked slowly to the end of the track without saying a word. The breeze by the river was blowing Leah's hair, and the setting sun coated their bodies with a layer of gold. Heavy footsteps on the sand
The stone made a creaking, creaking sound.
Bolu stopped in front of a pile of ore and turned to face the sparkling river: "It turns out that turning people into slaves is such a bad thing. Before I saw it, I only knew that it was bad, extremely bad, and completely unscrupulous.
But how bad is it? I didn’t know it before this happened. But after seeing these people who lost their lives
Children, these tortured dying children, these children whose families have been destroyed, these children are completely treated as goods, livestock, and logs. Such pictures, such smells, and such sounds make me moan in a low voice all the time.
, shouting, roaring. I think I seem to understand a little better."
"So we are Casa Doria."
"Yes, luckily we are Casa Doria."
"Leah."
"Um?"
"You said, if we have a chance, we will rescue all these slaves so that they can at least live as human beings?"
"If there is a chance, I will."
Polu looked at the last horse-drawn mine car that was driving into the mining station today. It was piled with ore. After these mine cars drove into the parking platform, the workers pulled the latch and opened the baffle on one side of the mine car. It had been knocked
Ore broken into small pieces poured down,
Workers pushed small carts to transport the ore to the ore yard, waiting to be fed into the furnace. The energy-concentrating panels in the distance shone brightly, and cart after cart of ore was transported over and fell into the mine in a trickle.
It was as if wishes were accumulating in his heart bit by bit.
When Fredricka woke up, she saw an unfamiliar face and an unfamiliar ceiling. She grabbed something covering her body and stepped back desperately.
"Trica, don't be afraid, I am Alfonso." The young man said with a slightly stiff smile. "Alfonso? Did we survive?" Federica hesitated.
Looking at Alfonso's clean clothes, the story of the slave-catching team that her mother used to scare her when she was a child came to mind, and she didn't know how to ask about it for a moment.
Seemingly seeing her worries: "Trica, we are in Casadoria, there are no slaves here, we are free!"
"Really?" Fredricka, who was already desperate, suddenly heard such good news and couldn't believe it for a moment.
"real!"
The news made her a little confused. Federica took a breath and then thought of other things: "Where are the others?"
Alfonso was silent for a moment and then said: "Three of them were already dead when they were found. They were too young and too weak. I don't know their names. Everyone else is eating, and you are the last one.
, I said you were too reluctant to give out all the bread later."
"Are you awake?" A woman wearing a maid uniform came in. She was stunned: "Where are the others?"
"Going to eat."
"Okay, I'll come back later. I'm Caroline, and I'll be your manager from now on. Just call me monitor. I don't know what it means. Anyway, that's what the boss said. Don't be afraid, I
I am not an overseer like Nazwa. Like you, I was once a slave sold from Nazwa."
"So you are no longer a slave now?"
"Of course, our boss is very good. When everyone is here, he will take you to see him." Caroline said with a smile, "Now you are all employees. I will explain the work contract to you first."
And things to note. If you want to regain your freedom directly, you only need 100 gold coins to leave immediately. Or you can work hard for 10 years in exchange for freedom."
The two looked at each other and sighed deeply.
By the time Caroline had gathered everyone and explained the work contract and precautions, it was already afternoon. They were walking along the river bank and saw a glowing array of tall energy-concentrating panels in the distance. Several people were
She exclaimed "Wow!" "What is this! So beautiful!"
"This should be your job from now on."
"But, but we may not be able to do this." Trika looked at the magic light all over it and couldn't help but shrink her neck. As the child of a craftsman who serves the mage tower, she knew that she could see magic, but
After her father took her to find the old mage, she was rejected by the old mage: "Unfortunately, your talent can only become a basic battle mage. Kadel, you have served me for so many years, and I don't want to lie to you. You
If my daughter goes, she will probably never come back. Now is not the right time. As an ordinary person, you can live a happy life. If you want to learn some practical spells, I can teach you, but don’t go to the island now."
A good life? Her father is gone, her mother is gone, the house has been demolished, the old mage just taught her meditation, and even the mage tower is gone.
"It doesn't matter, I will teach you, it's not difficult." Caroline's gentle voice made everyone's worries ease a little.
Bypassing piles of minerals and coke, Caroline led everyone to a small platform in front of a building.
She glanced ahead: "Let's wait here, the boss is busy. Don't go away, don't run around, don't touch around. Running around here will really kill people. Really."
Suddenly a ringing sound rang. Trika looked up to find the source of the sound, and suddenly felt a rush of hot air hitting her face. She saw a hole under the round building, and red liquid was flowing out.
She closed her eyes hard, opened them and looked again. The light from the red liquid almost burned her eyes: "Squad leader, this, is this lead? It can't be molten iron, right?"
"It's not lead, this is molten iron."
Trika was in a daze for a moment. She had seen her father making utensils with iron in a small workshop, but this was the first time she had seen such flowing molten iron poured directly from a furnace. And why has it not finished flowing for so long?
What is this being done and why does it require so much molten iron?
Geora walked up to Bolu: "Sir, the ingredients have been mixed. I think it's OK."
"Well, let's cast it. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had experience in casting such large objects? You didn't even tell me you had the recipe. My hair fell out just thinking about it."
"You didn't ask? Aren't these the proportions left by your ancestors? Father Peter worked under your ancestors when he was a child."
Bolu was speechless and had to think of a way to change the topic: "I really haven't had time to learn such specific things."
"That's right, sir, you are still young, so it is normal for you not to know the specifics."
"Are you sure the iron produced by this method is fine?"
"Don't worry, there are only two recipes, soft iron and hard iron. The rest all depends on the heat. I know how to adjust it with my eyes closed."
"Soft or hard? Is this pig iron or wrought iron? It's said that there are only two formulas." Bolu was distracted while listening to Goora blowing himself. Unexpectedly, Goora was still chattering.
"Come on, write me a report later. Now hurry up and pour it. I'm just waiting for this thing to be used. I really can't do it myself."
"This thing of yours requires more than 30,000 kilograms of iron. If we didn't have this furnace now, we wouldn't be able to mold this iron-measured thing in one go. The last time we made such a big thing, it was for the construction of the royal capital.
Bell Tower, when our shabby stoves were still
For the new one, hundreds of furnaces were used to burn the molten iron together. In the end, it was beaten into one piece. It was too scattered and the molten iron solidified when it was brought over. Now it's no use relying on those grandpas.
.It was the jar that Father Peter held at that time. Speaking of which, what is this?"
"The flywheel, I made it using the molten iron from this furnace. When we have a big furnace in the future, we will make a bigger one!"
"Then you have to work harder! I'm going to turn on the stove!" Geola saluted and went to work. He wore a water-soaked fur coat to resist the splashing iron flowers. He also brought a rattan braid.
Flying saucer helmet. With gloves on his hands, he pulled off the thin iron mask on his face and started operating from the slit in the mask. The floor in front of the furnace
There is a huge sand box on the surface. It took dozens of workers a day to make this thing. There are also cooling water pipes buried in the circular sand mold in the center, with the openings opening from the sand.
It was Bolu's idea to expose this directly. He wanted to try the central rapid cooling, which is the front-end technology of high-pressure artillery.
Goola yelled and directed the workers to push the molten iron ladle out from the furnace and to the pouring platform. He hid in a semicircular bunker filled with sandbags, only revealing a few eyes wearing a helmet, and slowly
Turning the handle slowly, the small gear rotates, driving the large gear on the molten iron ladle slowly
Lean forward. Red-hot molten iron is poured into the mold, and the flames spurting out from the reserved air holes are more than half a person's height. Buckets after buckets of molten iron are poured into the mold, and it takes a long time to fill it up. The excess molten iron overflows from the entrance.
came out. Bolu stood on the console and waved: "Okay! Lao Ge! Add water to the cooling!"
Geola wiped the sweat from his face and waved to the two workers. They nodded, picked up the bucket, and poured the water into a large funnel. The water flowed in along the pipe and had absorbed a lot of heat from the molten iron.
The part vaporized instantly, turning into steam and rushing upwards along the dense vertical pipes. At this time, Geola was still huddled in the sandbag, muttering: "What does adding water mean?"
Squeak! A violent whistling sound sounded from Geola's ears. He suddenly jumped up and ran outside. After running for a few steps, he realized something was wrong. He looked back and saw that the cooling ducts in the mold were being heated violently.
The eruption of water vapor was gradually slowing down. It looked like it was not going to explode. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It scared me to death."
From Caroline's perspective, Bolu's back was in the center of the jet of water vapor. This stage-like effect made the group of people stunned.