Swift, a hundred and three years old, is a middle-aged man, and when he wakes up in the morning, he eats the eggs and bread made by his wife, then picks up his tools and walks towards the workshop.

It was still early, the morning sun shining through the misty steam on the ground, the birds singing on the branches, and the tinkling of the tinkling knock echoed through the streets, and Swift enjoyed the feeling.

"Hey, old Swift, how many gears are you going to do today?"

Someone greeted him, and there was a bit of respect in his tone.

"At least twenty, man, I bet the gears will be snatched up in two days. ”

Swift replied that his job, or hobby, was building gears.

Gear, the most critical part of the machine, is also the part that needs the most precision, an excellent gear, enough to use for 50 years without replacement, such a gear, among their craftsmen, is also sky-high.

The process of grinding a rough and inconspicuous piece of iron into a precise and regular gear through several processes made Swift feel very comfortable, and he felt that he had changed the world.

At the top of the ramp, his workshop was also a status symbol that only the best craftsmen could have, and Swift deserved it, wiping his hand with his hand the silver medal on his chest, which was only awarded to the winners of the contest organized by the Craftsmen's Union three years ago, and it was also Swift's pride.

It's just that when the craftsman of the old El clan came to the door of his workshop, he found that the building opposite was a little strange, and in front of the house that no one cared about, there were many people gathered, among these people, in addition to craftsmen, there were also many guys dressed as nobles, and they were indeed rare guests in the workshop area.

It was Taylor's workshop, and the old man, who was also a member of the Artisan Union, was not a craftsman like Swift, who was determined to replace human labor with machinery, which seemed to Swift to be a joke.

Real parts must rely on years of experience and feel to create, the kind of mechanical manufacturing, can only be rough semi-finished products, not as good as the craftsmen to create a penny!

It's just that at this moment, the door of Taylor's workshop was open, and there was a low roar inside, accompanied by a burst of exclamations from people, which made Swift frown, and couldn't help but peek inside, wondering what Taylor was up to.

"Let Jean, let me in......"

Eventually, he squeezed into the crowd and was able to figure out what was going on in Taylor's workshop.

But this look made Swift shocked.

Originally, he had also visited Taylor's workshop, and most of them were some rudimentary machinery, and even to make a bearing, he had to use several different machines, which was one of the reasons why Swift laughed at Taylor.

But now, the inside of this workshop is no longer messy and shabby.

An unused machine, which was placed in the center of the workshop, roared incessantly, and finally stopped, and an Eldar craftsman opened the lid of the machine, took out a threaded bearing from it, and placed it in an iron plate beside it.

"Look, that's the latest technology. ”

Taylor, who was small even among the Els, rubbed his palms, picked up a short iron rod, and put it into the machine, then closed the lid of the machine, pressed something on a panel next to it, and the machine was running again.

By this time, Swift had come up to the machine, and through the transparent glass, he could see what was going on inside the machine.

The iron rod was spinning at high speed on the shelf, and a steel knife, approaching from the side, cutting the iron rod, the steel wire splashed, and it didn't take long for the iron rod to become a bearing with threads, and the whole process was like watching a show for Swift.

When the bearing was taken out, Taylor also happened to see Swift, and he did not show a displeased look at this old enemy, but happily pulled Swift out.

"Hey, man, I was going to find you!"

Taylor said, placing his hand on Swift's shoulder in a very affectionate gesture.

"Come and see my latest machine. ”

"What is this?"

Although Swift was not very happy in his heart, the heaviest curiosity of the El quickly took over, he touched the machine, although it had just run at high speed, it was not hot at all, and the surface of the machine was covered with a layer of paint similar to wood paint, which made the touch much smoother, and had a ceramic texture.

The exterior of the machine is covered with thick glass on three sides, and the adjustable bracket inside can be seen with the cutting tool, and one end of the bracket is connected by a strange device that seems to allow the bracket to rotate at high speeds.

"It's called an automatic machine, and it's specifically designed to machine parts like this. ”

Taylor handed over the freshly machined bearing to Swift.

"It's ...... How could it be !!?"

Swift wanted to laugh at Taylor and make up the flashy stuff, but after taking the bearing and scrutinizing it, he couldn't say it again.

Because the precision and workmanship of this bearing in Swift's hands are quite high-quality, not inferior to the craftsmanship of an old craftsman, if he had not seen the production process of this bearing in advance, he might not even be able to recognize that it was produced by a machine, not forged by hand.

Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Swift tried to find the bearing's shortcomings, but soon he realized that it was in vain, and for a moment, he thought it was a magical teleportation here.

"Well, the parts made by this automatic machine are pretty good. ”

Seeing Swift stunned, Tyrone had a smile on his face, and at the same time, the crowd of onlookers also exclaimed, because Swift was quite a famous craftsman, and it was an honor for a skilled craftsman to be recognized by him.

"This—This is the machine you made?"

Swift asked, relieved to see Taylor shake his head.

"Although this is not a machine I made......"

But Taylor continued.

"But the makers of it were actually on site. ”

With that, Taylor summoned a tall man from among the people behind him who was clearly not an El.

The man in armor, looking out of place between a group of artisans and nobles, held out his hand to Swift as if he wanted to shake hands.

"Hello, Master Swift, my name is Rosen. ”

The other party said leisurely.