At the end of the morning, McGonagall went to the North of the City factory.

Irina personally supervised and 20,000 Night Elves took matters into their own hands to build elaborate log factories in a large open space in the north of the city.

If it weren't for the glare of the chimneys, McGonagall would have almost thought she had entered an art park.

Of course, the combination of chimneys and delicate wood carving factories also reveals a striking sense of contrast.

"Why are you here?" Irina, who had arrived at the factory early in the morning, looked at McGonagall as she walked into the office, a little surprised.

"Come and see how our art hall is being built." McGonagall laughed.

"Isn't it a factory?" Irina opened the window, and her office was on the fifth floor, overlooking several factories around her.

"Probably only elves can build a factory so beautifully." McGonagall also walked to the window and looked at the almost finished factory, and at a glance, he was amazed by the perfect combination of industry and nature.

"There's a question I want to ask you." Irina pointed to the black smoke chimney of the textile mill, and frowned slightly: "The smoke that comes out after burning coal is poisonous, and it will have a very bad effect on plants and animals, so I don't think we can continue to emit it like this, let alone promote it on a large scale." ”

McGonagall looked at the chimneys that were standing, and the black smoke from it flew towards the blue sky, and it didn't disperse for a long time.

Unexpectedly, he was caught by the Environmental Protection Bureau.

But looking at this scene, McGonagall thought of Britain during the First Industrial Revolution, where the chimneys that stood proudly announced the arrival of the steam age, but after all, human beings still have to pay for what they have done, the environment is deteriorating, diseases are rampant, and the blue sky no longer exists.

Suddenly, he was suspicious of his reckless decision to bring a steam engine into the world.

If the world enters the age of steam with his intervention, will it be beneficial or more harmful than good to this world where magic exists?

McGonagall can't be sure of the answer, and she doesn't have the ability to make a global deduction, but he can be sure that if the steam engine is popularized and developed in disorder, the blue sky may be lost forever.

"It's a real headache." McGonagall nodded, and there was almost no amount of exhaust gas from the burning of the treated coal.

Elves are close to nature and must be very sensitive to this.

McGonagall was silent for a moment, then said, "I will do the initial treatment of the coal and desulfurize the smoke to reduce the emission of toxic gases. ”

"How much less?" Irina asked.

"At present, the means that can be used are relatively limited, and it can be removed by half." MacGallio thought for a moment.

"Okay, I'll take care of the rest of the half." Irina smiled, "I was still thinking about how to solve that half, so that it can be non-toxic emissions." ”

"Huh?" McGonagall looked at Irina in some surprise.

"I have planted a new chimney with a plant called Adsorption Grass, which can survive in very extreme places, and has a very strong absorption and purification ability, I have tested, in a fifty-meter-long chimney, it can effectively evolve more than half of the toxic gas, and then convert it into a harmless substance." Irina explained.

"And this kind of operation!" McGonagall was indeed a little surprised, the super biological decontamination method, planting grass in the chimney can achieve more than 50% of the decontamination effect.

This grass is simply made to decontaminate.

"That's why you're building your own factory?" McGonagall looked at Irina, who had previously proposed to have the Dwarven Craftsman build the factory, which was extremely efficient and accurate, but Irina refused.

"Yes." Irina nodded, looking down at the busy elves below, and said with a sense of mission: "We believe in the god of life, we are close to the nature that nurtures us, and we love other life beings, and we absolutely cannot accept that we can obtain wealth by destroying and oppressing nature." ”

"But these lumps of iron that can be moved by burning charcoal are not just used in our factories, right?" Irina looked sideways at McGonagall.

"Yes, this is a joint project between me and Miss Hill and the City Lord of Chaos City, the original purpose was to launch a steam train, and then apply the steam engine to production to improve production efficiency." McGonagall nodded, these factories can be considered pilot projects, and it may not take too long for large-scale and large-scale promotion to take the steam engine by storm and drag the world into the steam age.

"Can you control it?"

"I can't." McGonagall shook her head, no one could stop efficiency from replacing inefficiency, the monster of the steam engine had been released by him, and he no longer had the ability to take it back.

Irina frowned.

"But maybe I can get them to lower some of their emissions and reduce their harm to nature." McGonagall thought for a moment.

"But it still hurts." Irina still frowned.

McGonagall, although he thinks it's inevitable, but as Irina said, even if it decreases, it still hurts.

Human beings cannot cherish and love nature and life as much as elves.

"Wouldn't it matter if one day, Amy couldn't see such a clear blue sky?"

McGonagall's heart thumped, Amy had a pure heart like an elf, her love for nature and life was no different from that of an elf, and she would be very sad if the blue sky and white clouds disappeared one day.

"I'll do my best to prevent that day from coming." McGonagall said earnestly.

"I'll be with you." Irina looked at McGonagall with a smile.

McGonagall looked at the green factories below, smiled, and said, "That's easy." ”

……

"Boss, I still haven't asked for any news, none of the people arrested last night were released, not even the girls in the brothel." The steward looked nervously at Bennet, who had a gloomy face.

"Which guy is me?" Bennet slapped the coffee table, his face gloomy as ink.

Who could mobilize the power of the Grey Temple on such a scale, and he still couldn't imagine when he had provoked such a terrible enemy.

"Could it be the old ...... of Namaimi's restaurant?"

"It can't be him!" Bennet shook his head resolutely, McGonagall wasn't even in the top 100 on his list of enemies.

A chef is just a chef, what qualifications and abilities can he have to mobilize the Gray Temple to get him.

"But now that the gambling houses and brothels are gone, it looks like I have to do something serious." Bennet got up, casually picked up the hat that was put aside and put it on his head, and said in a deep voice: "I'm going to see Miss Rena again, the hot pot restaurant can do without her, but the recipe must have ......"