Sean has been living at the Bass Company representative office in the Holy City for some time.
Sean hasn't seen Bess since the last shooting competition.
During this period, Bess asked his housekeeper to send the deed of a property to Sean, but Sean ultimately refused to accept it.
His staff and servants told Sean that Bess was busy dismantling and outsourcing manufacturing of rifles, and was not in the Holy City at all, traveling to several cities in the manufacturing center of Gyeonggi Province.
Bess broke down each part of the rifle and found interested manufacturers to manufacture them separately, instead of completing all the parts himself, so as to reduce costs.
What's more, these manufacturers are not all unknowns. Quite a few of them have connections in the Executive Yuan and the Military Command. Beth wants to use these connections as a boost to make the Beth 1830 rifled gun more popular in future military rifle tenders.
Odds of winning.
It would be best if the bass rifled gun was the only winning bidder.
This has nothing to do with Sean, because he will leave the Holy City and return to his hometown in a few days.
Before leaving the Holy City, Sean once again visited Professor Palmer and bid him farewell.
"Sean, I really hope you can settle in the Holy City for a long time, so that I can hear your high opinions every day."
As soon as they met, Palmer happily patted Sean on the shoulder.
"I hope you don't think I'm crazy or even want to burn me as a 'heretic'." Sean complained.
Palmer laughed:
"Sean, do you know that many scholars in the Holy City are studying the blood types of animals now. It's hard to imagine that a few days ago, they still thought that blood transfusion between the same kind was fanciful, and some even called it 'heresy'. Listen.
It is said that the patrol team of the Holy City has received dozens of reports. The reporters claimed that they saw people buying live animals in large quantities, especially dogs. It was suspected that a terrible wizard was at work. There were even rumors that the wizard was named Sean.
If His Highness Philip had not testified in person, the patrol team would probably have to search the whole city for that guy named Sean."
"Haha." Sean laughed, "Fortunately, His Highness testified for me, otherwise I would really have to go to the patrol team as a guest."
Palmer stopped smiling: "Sean, as an elder, I really hope you can stay and come to our Holy City University to be a professor."
"Thank you, Mr. Principal, for your love." Sean said seriously, "I just have some inspiration. If you ask me to do research, I'm afraid I will disappoint you. Besides, the formal education I received is not enough to support me.
Go study it.”
At this time, Sean decisively hid his clumsiness.
"Sean's inspiration? Your inspiration is so precious. I have a hunch that there will be major discoveries in the research on blood types. Your inspiration can always make things clear, and when you think about it, it makes people feel that it is natural.
But no one could figure it out before you pointed it out. This is where your value lies!" Palmer nodded, "Sean, I will no longer advise you, but Holy City University will always welcome you. I hope that when you are far away from Holy City
I still hear 'Sean's inspiration' appear in the newspapers from time to time."
"I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Sean said.
After bidding farewell to Principal Palmer, Sean rode his horse down the street.
When passing by an intersection, I saw a woman negotiating with a patrolman, to the effect that her dog had been stolen. However, the patrolman said that such trivial matters were not his business, and that such things had been seen a lot recently, including stray dogs.
All disappeared.
The instigator, Sean, felt that this matter had nothing to do with him. He turned around and saw a young man on horseback looking at him curiously. The white horse was very familiar to Sean. He had been fostered in a monastery for a while.
Princess Elizabeth is dressed as a man, although it can be seen at a glance that she is a girl.
"Your Highness Princess!" Sean said in surprise.
"Shh!" Elizabeth put her white fingers to her lips, "Do you want the whole city to know?"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm surprised. The streets are not very safe," Sean explained.
"Huh, I have this." The princess patted her waist, revealing a pistol from inside her coat.
It seems that the princess often left the palace privately and was very familiar with it. However, the flintlock pistols of this era may not necessarily come in handy in critical moments.
Sean shrugged, and then the princess asked: "Mr. Connery, where are you going?"
Sean asked warily: "What are you going to do?"
"I see that you look bored, and I happen to be bored too. How about we have some fun together?" The princess tried her best to pretend to be worldly.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I still have things to do." Sean pretended to glance at his pocket watch, "I'm sorry, I have to leave. Goodbye!"
Sean patted his horse and left, but the princess followed closely behind him. Sean could not gallop on the street, this was the city's basic law, otherwise the patrol police at every street corner would immediately appear in front of him.
Sean stopped and said: "Your Highness, if not, let's make three agreements. As long as you promise me, I will take you there so that you can have a less boring day."
"What three?" the princess asked.
"The first rule is, listen to me no matter what; the second rule is don't go against my opinion no matter what." Sean said, "I don't want any accidents to happen to you, especially if you stayed with me before you had the accident.
We met."
"You are really cunning." The princess curled her lips and said, "What about the third one?"
"The third rule is, if you can't remember, just repeat the first two." Sean said seriously.
"You..." the princess was happy, with a smile as bright as a flower. This was her most youthful season, "I promise you."
Sean took Princess Elizabeth out of the city on horseback and headed to the crossing of the Osela River.
When we arrived at the ferry, we ran upstream along the river embankment for a while. After crossing the busy river section, a boat stopped at the trestle beside the river.
Andrew Johnson was making final preparations for his improved steamship. When a guy wearing glasses saw Sean coming, he quickly came up to him and took off his hat and said:
"Dear Mr. Connolly, welcome to your arrival."
This is the lawyer hired by Sean, who is responsible for the documentation of the propeller invention patent and supervises the entire process.
"Hello, Lawyer Shervin." Sean nodded.
Lawyer Shelvin glanced at Elizabeth. Although he could tell at a glance that she was a female, he wisely turned a blind eye:
"Mr. Connelly, as you can see now, your partner Mr. Johnson is trial-producing a new water propulsion system in accordance with the contract. I sent someone yesterday to send you the review opinions on all recent expenditures and future budgets. I don't know.
Have you read it?"
Sean nodded and said with a smile: "I read it. Mr. Lawyer, thank you for your meticulous work. I am very satisfied. I am leaving the Holy City. I will add an additional commission to support your future supervision work until it is completed.
Patent application.”
When Lawyer Sherwin heard this, he smiled all over his face: "Thank you Mr. Connelly for your generosity. It is an honor for me to serve a talented and generous employer like you. Please rest assured that every shilling you spend will be well spent."
.You will definitely succeed!”
"Thank you for your kind words!"
Lawyer Shelvin paid a compliment and left.
As soon as the lawyer left, the princess jumped onto the steamer before Sean and jumped up and down on the deck like an elf in a legendary story.
This was an experience she had never had before, and she also complained that she had never been on a boat even once in her life.
A poor child, but one who is envied by most people.
Sean was too lazy to pay attention to her, but he didn't dare to let her out of his sight, so he had to wait for Johnson to climb out of the bottom cabin.
"Hi, Sean! Who is this?"
Johnson crawled out of the hold, his face and shirt covered in charcoal black.
"Hello, Mr. Johnson, my name is Ina!" the princess answered first, using a pseudonym and not saying her last name.
Johnson thought the voice was very nice and the person was very beautiful, especially when she was dressed as a man and she had an indescribable beauty.
He cast a very meaningful look at Sean, who shrugged: "Just think of her as a little tail and don't worry about her."
"You are the little tail." The princess said softly.
Sean automatically ignored her innate coquettish behavior and discussed the trial production of propellers with Johnson.
Sean couldn't explain the principle of the propeller, and Johnson didn't seem to understand it either. He couldn't describe the scientific principles from a mathematical or mechanical perspective. He just thought it was roughly possible.
The only convincing thing is that this shape is used in a cylindrical spiral water pump used in European agricultural production. That type of water pump, or human pump, has multiple blades mounted on the rotating shaft, and each blade
There is a certain angle of attack to generate lift, just like an electric fan blowing air. As the shaft rotates, water is sent from a lower place to a higher place.
Since the spiral can pump water, it should also be able to push water and do work. According to the action force and reaction force, when the paddle pushes the water backward, it will get a forward force.
Their method was to experiment, initially using wooden ones, but Johnson soon discovered that more spirals are not always better.
The current spiral is made of iron, and the screw is shortened and various shapes are made to test the best form.
One of the shapes is the "Guandao type", which is Sean's idea. He explained that Guandao is a person's name. As for the angle between the blade and the screw, Sean doesn't know.
Johnson is not bothered by this weird name. The one he is installing now is one of them. He has tested many models before this.
The steam engine had been preheated for an hour, and Johnson said loudly:
"Ladies and gentlemen, our battleship is about to set sail!"
"Wait!" the curious princess suddenly said.
"What's wrong?" Johnson didn't understand.
"Don't you have a name for your steamship?" the princess asked. Without waiting for Johnson's reply, "I decided that this ship would be called the 'Princess Elizabeth', and that's it."
Johnson originally wanted to say that this ship had a name, but when he saw the look in Sean's eyes, he said helplessly: "Okay!"
He didn't realize that he was getting close to the royal family.
Amidst the rumbling sound, the Princess Elizabeth shook. This new ship, less than 10 meters in length, finally began her maiden voyage.
"It's open, it's open!"
The princess stood on the bow of the boat and screamed loudly. This joyful sound made both men smile. But Sean was still worried that she would suddenly fall into the river.
Johnson calmly operated the steamship until it gradually overtook several ordinary sailing ships in front of him, then he shouted excitedly:
"This is the best ship I have ever built. This propeller is really workable and has the power of a galloping horse. I believe this is far from her best condition. If it were replaced by a big steel ship
, the transmission efficiency will be higher, and she will definitely be better!"
"Congratulations, Captain Johnson!"
"Congratulations to you too, Shaun the Wizard, your genius and inspiration are truly priceless."
"what are you saying?"
Johnson was very excited to drive the steamer, and Sean had to fill the furnace with coal himself. The princess was even more excited, and she also ran over to fill the coal, making her face black.
This steamboat without sails sailed like an arrow on the Osela River. She was too small in size and nimbly passed through the busy river, gradually attracting the attention of passing ships.