Roland positioned southern Xinjiang as an agricultural base based on cotton, and the status of Sweetwater Town was greatly enhanced. A large cotton commune formed in the Crescent Valley has set up a community management committee, which is co-located with the Mochizuki City Government.

Roland appointed Joseph Davidovich as mayor of Mochizuki and director of the commune; Sand Rose served as deputy mayor and chief druid of the commune; Bloom served as Commander of the Southern Frontier and Director of Mines. Three of the Big Four of government agencies are already in place, and one church representative is missing.

Roland wrote to his father and Patriarch Boris, and after some correspondence, they finally reached a consensus: in view of the importance of the Frontier Region, the Sindra Church would send a heavyweight to the southern Xinjiang to settle in Xi, and the future Patriarch of the Syndra Church of the Frontier Region would be the chief disciple of Patriarch Boris, the 14th-level Sindra priest Vitas Feodovich Karamazov.

On December 26th, Pastor Vitas arrived at Mochizuki Castle on time to take up his post. This priest has the characteristic sturdy figure of a man from the Far East, his ruddy face shows an optimistic and cheerful personality, he loves to drink good wine, and he is still a carefree bachelor in his forties. On the day he received the letter of appointment, he packed his bags and teleported directly to Mochizuki City to meet His Royal Highness the Prince.

Roland knew the high priest's hobby, and specially prepared two barrels of Medean wine for the priest Vitas, and introduced him to his future colleagues: Joseph, Sand Rose, and ...... Big Brother Bloom.

On his first day in office, Pastor Vitas encountered his "lifelong enemy", sharing a full barrel of wine with Bloom, making one wonder how their stomachs grew. Seeing that the Grand Priest of Southern Xinjiang and the Frontier Commander were drunk and talking nonsense, Roland couldn't help but suspect that Patriarch Boris couldn't stand Vitas's bad habit of drinking and sent this big disciple to Southern Xinjiang.

Fortunately, Pastor Vitas is very talented, not only does he drink a lot and wake up quickly, but Bloom is also drunk and asleep, and he has already started to work energetically, planning to build a Sindra church in Mochizuki City.

Roland was pleased with Pastor Vitas' work ethic. As the affairs of the Krai began to get on track and the time came to the end of December, Roland had to return to Krasbourg to prepare for the annual celebrations.

Busy times always go by quickly. The well-prepared New Year's celebration was a great success, and as the clock struck midnight, the New Year of 1622 arrived. Roland has been busy all year long, and it is rare to have the opportunity to take a vacation, so he takes this opportunity to stay in Krasbourg and spend time with his family.

After the annual leave, there is snow in the streets and alleys, and people have not yet adjusted to the state of the holiday, and they are forced to drag their lazy bodies back to work. Roland seemed to be in high spirits and seemed to be eager to get back to work, and the subordinates of the cabinet and the central bank had long been surprised by this, and they complained about the "workaholic" nature of His Royal Highness the Prince.

10 Independence Avenue, Cabinet Office. The sun was just right on a winter afternoon, and Roland sat at his desk, half of his body was baked warmly, but his left hand in the shade was frozen and stiff. After reviewing the paperwork on his desk, he got up and rubbed his hands, opened the window and let the cold, fresh air into the office. Standing in front of the window and drinking a cup of hot tea, I was about to go to the central bank to talk to Katya, when the air in front of me suddenly fluctuated slightly, and a red ball of light appeared.

Roland stretched out his hand to hold the communication ball, and a concise message flowed into his mind: "Come to the tire factory, there is a surprise!" ”

"Master Duvalin is really diligent, and he made a new invention just after the annual vacation?" Roland wondered secretly.

Driven by curiosity, he summoned Sputnia, the "Navigation Messenger", and immediately teleported to the tire factory in the Karon Industrial Zone.

The tire factory is located next door to the "No. 1 Horse-drawn Carriage Factory in the Far East", and its main task is to produce tires for new horse-drawn carriages. The process of manufacturing tires is not complicated, that is, the star quality and iron powder are mixed together according to a fixed ratio, but the special raw material of star quality is not easy to obtain, and it is all supplied by the "Silver Sky Star Factory" far away in the astral plane, so the upper limit of the production capacity of the tire factory depends entirely on the supply of star quality. Fortunately, the current demand for tires in the Far East is not too large, and the star quality supplied by the silver air is not only enough, but also has a lot of inventory.

It was these stocks of astral qualities that aroused the interest of the alchemist Mr. Duvalin, who settled down in the tire factory after the annual vacation, led his apprentices to occupy a warehouse and set up a rudimentary research institute, tossing the astral substances all day long, sometimes putting them into the crucible to heat and burn, carefully observing and recording the melting and boiling points of the astral substances, and sometimes on a whim, he threw various materials into the heated and melted astroplasm colloids to synthesize a variety of unknown "cooked astroplasms" to test the characteristics of the experiments.

When Roland arrived, Duvalin was leading four dwarf assistants to work in the laboratory. Pushing open the door of the warehouse, a pungent scorching smell hit his face, almost smoking him away.

"Yo! Your Royal Highness, you have come just in time! The old dwarf beckoned back to him, his eyes red from the smoke, but he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

Roland pinched his nose and walked over to the test table, where he saw lab equipment and piles of messy threads. The magic furnace spewed out a nearly colorless transparent high-temperature flame, and the star in the cauldron was melting, like a puddle of silver-gray glue.

"Master Duvalin, you are in a hurry to call me, do you have any new discoveries?"

"Hey, hey! To tell you the good news, I found a ...... Well, two to be exact, a brand new cooked star formula! The old dwarf shook his head and smug, "Please note, Your Royal Highness, these two new materials are very versatile, which means that they have excellent commercial prospects - you are an expert in this area, whether I am bragging or not, you can see it at a glance!" ”

Boasting of his new invention, Duvalin skillfully grabbed a handful of cotton thread and threw it into the cauldron, then quickly removed the stove and instructed his assistant to stir the mixture with a ceramic rod.

Roland stared curiously at the crucible, and as the stirring intensified, the melted stellar colloids gradually fused with the cotton threads, becoming a gray-white substance with a fibrous texture.

Duvalin stared at the mixture, and as soon as the fire was up, he ordered his assistant to stop, and grabbed the thread with long-handled tweezers, and pulled it out with a thud.

"Your Royal Highness, try to tear this stellar cotton thread." A mischief hinted at Duvalin's wrinkled face.

Roland grabbed the cotton thread with both hands and pulled it, thinking that it could be easily torn off, but he didn't expect that the cotton thread was just stretched straight and not broken.

Roland was taken aback. The force of the pull just now was enough to tear off the steel bar, but it couldn't help a cotton thread as thin as a hair? What a strange thing!

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