Discussions about Gastens going to Roswell were settled on the same day. Gablin and Gastens began to pack their bags, while Chason, the director of the technical department of The Paper, and McAvoy, the governor of the province of Ensten, were in charge of working with the owner of the Xinshan mine, Bavi Stone? Brown Representations. The negotiation process went smoothly, and The Paper was the only large-scale steam-powered equipment manufacturing company in the country, and the Xinshan Mine wanted to continue to operate, without the help of The Paper. Baviite? Brown held a farewell dinner before the group left, expressing his gratitude to The Surge. Of course, Gastens, as a serf, was not eligible for such a dinner.

Before leaving, Gastens cleaned his bags, and this time he went to Rossville, taking with him all his possessions - 27 crowns and 49 tini, less than a month's salary for Gabling. At the same time, he also brought with him his manuscripts and experiences in the study of steam engines. The manuscripts were from Gabling's waste paper, which he had used up for research, and Gastens wrote down in the margins of Gabling's notes the whole process by which he came up with the centrifugal governor. Although he brought the idea from Earth, in order to show that he was a steam genius without flaws, Gastens put a lot of effort into it, and anyone who read his manuscript would not question his prowess in the steam engine.

It took a full four days to travel from the Johor Bahru Mine in the town of Willow to Roseville, the capital of the Ankenrein Empire. Because they were going to send the pyroxene to auction in Roswell, the Brown family volunteered to provide armed protection for the surging group. A group of surging power, and a group of people who escort pyroxene babes? Brown – He eventually decided to go to Rosville himself, taking a horse-drawn carriage to Van Ensten, the capital of the province of Ensten, where he would take a steam locomotive to Rosville. In order to be able to live comfortably on the journey, Bawei stone? Brown led a team of four minions, and Gastens, as the fifth member of the minions, set out on the journey, along with the mine owners, engineers, and armed guards.

The province of Ensten is located on the western border of the Ankenrein Empire, and further west are the nine small states bordering the Republic of Negru. These small nations are at war with each other without a magister, and from time to time outcasts and outcasts cross the border and storm the western frontier of the Ankenrein Empire. In order to be able to safeguard the safety of the Johor Bahru Mine, His Majesty the King allowed the three administrative provinces on the western border, including the mining areas, to organize their own convoys, and it was in this environment that the Johor Bahru Mine's Armed Guard was organized. Gastens couldn't always stay with the surging group because of his status, so he spent his time with the guards. The weapons of these guards were steam rifles equipped with steam backpacks that fired a conical buckshot that was slightly larger than the air guns on Earth. Gastens was no stranger to this weapon, having been exposed to it in the short life he had spent in Anken Rein before he went to Earth. There is no burning in the world in which Anken Rein lives, and naturally there is no gunpowder. Long-range kinetic kill weapons rely primarily on steam-powered spears. And because the metallurgical and processing technology is not in place, in order to ensure the lethality of the pneumatic spear, the soldiers need to carry a steam backpack with built-in pyroxene, water tank and cylinder, weighing about 10 kilograms, plus air guns and other marching equipment, a soldier of the Anken Rein Empire is fully equipped with more than 20 kilograms, generally from the city of freemen or small nobles, simply can not carry the march for a long time. In his last life, Gastens relied on his physical strength from perennial farm work to survive the march. This time I finally saw a familiar partner again, although the specific model is different, the backpack is smaller, and the chamber pressure does not seem to be as large as that of the military airsoft gun, but Gastens still has some familiarity.

The day after leaving Johor Bahru, they rushed to Van Ensten, the capital of the province of Ensten. At this end of the escort of the Armed Guards, Gastens said goodbye to them and boarded a steam locomotive. In this era, steam trains were set up with three types of seats, and the aristocratic carriages were only available to passengers of noble status, and the first and second class seats were given to the freedmen at different prices. The ticket price from Van Ensten to Rosville is 6 CZK for first class and 2 CZK 50 for TINI for second class. As for the serfs, when it was necessary to transport the serfs, the station would add serf carriages to the freight trains, stuff the serfs into the carriages like animals, and release them when they reached the ground. And the small number of serfs like Gastens who acted with their masters generally had their masters buy tickets for them.

Gablin bought him a second-class seat, and he sat in first-class with the other freedmen in the group who were willing to spend money. Mine chief Baviite? Brown has barony, and William? Viscount Richardson bought a box in the nobleman's car, and the pyroxene was placed in the box with them. Not long after the steam locomotive started, Gastens took his manuscript and crossed the train to find Richardson, who was waiting for him in the box.

"You're finally here."

Richardson saw Gastens with a smile on his face. He took the opportunity to secretly tell Gastens before getting into the car, wanting to talk to him privately. It just so happened that Gabling, the miser, bought Gastens a second-class seat, and the two were not together, so Gastens found an opportunity to slip over.

"Master, you called me, how dare I not come, after all, without you, I would not have the opportunity to go to school in Roseville."

"It's rare to see a serf as motivated as you, if you don't mind me mentioning your serfdom," Richardson beckoned Gastens to sit down and made him a cup of snow bud tea. Baviite? Brown didn't know where he went, and there were only Richardson and Gastens in the box.

"It's okay, master, after all, I am indeed a serf. None of us can choose where we come from, can we? Gastens looked at the cup of tea in front of him. The turquoise tea leaves float in the boiling water, their roots standing upright.

"There is truth in this", Richardson smacked Gastens's words, surprised by his open-mindedness and wisdom, "let me be presumptuous, I have always felt that serfdom is a backward and barbaric system, everyone is a human being, why can the master control the life and death of the serf, and decide all matters of the serf?" Now killing a serf is not even a murder, it's too much! ”

"It's great that you think so, Master", Gastens couldn't figure out what Richardson meant by these words, he squeezed out a touched expression, "But the serfdom system was determined by His Majesty the Emperor, and it is not easy to change, right?" ”

"Hey...... Not to mention the ......," Richardson shook his head, "May I ask, Gas?" If you are a serf, why is there no branding? ”

"I'm seventeen years old, and our old man Bass won't be branding the serfs until he is eighteen. The branded serf indicates that he is an adult and can trade. And we are still underage, we can't sell and no one will buy it. ”

"That's ......," Richardson nodded, answering the doubts in his heart, and he refilled Garth with another cup of tea, "Try this, this is called Snow Bud, it is a specialty tea of Van Ensten, McAvoy brought me two bags, it is said that one bag costs 20 crowns, which is not cheap." ”

Two bags of tea are equal to one Cheka big brother.

Gastens instantly calculated the price of the tea bag, which was the first time he had drunk it in two lifetimes in Ankenrein. He picked up the cup and took another sip, a little bitter.

"Garth, did you come here with a manuscript this time? The ones I asked you to bring. ”

Richardson watched Gastens take two sips of tea and cut to the chase, "I'm sorry, this is a necessary caution for me, I have to make sure that the device was really designed by you, which is important." ”

Gastens handed him the manuscript he had with him, and Richardson immediately immersed himself in it. Gastens waited for a moment, listening to the sound of the wheels of the steam locomotive hitting the rails, and looking out the window at the scenery passing by, a little distracted.

"Good! Very good! What an amazing idea! ”

Richardson looked at the table and slapped it a few times, he returned the manuscript to Gastens and lowered his voice, "Gas, do you know the patent?" ”

Patent? This world?

Gastens shook his head, not knowing. He had applied for patents on Earth, but here he was amazed that a world with a standard of living that was not much better than the Middle Ages had a patent.

"I don't think you know about this either," Richardson sat up straight, "Three years ago, the parliaments of the six countries decided to establish a patent system, which would be coordinated and promoted by the mage towers of each country, and the Academy of Sciences would be specifically responsible. Last year, this system was officially implemented, and inventors of new equipment and ideas like you can apply for patents in their own names, as long as they can prove that it was indeed your invention, you can become an inventor, and in the future, all the companies in the world that use your patents will have to pay you patent fees, which is a huge amount of money, and it can last for a long time! ”

"Can I do too?" , Gastens was a little puzzled, according to what he knew about these nobles, such a good thing would certainly not come to his turn.

"You can't do it this time, the company has decided to apply for a patent in the name of the company. But I hope you don't get discouraged, when you get rid of serfdom, become a free citizen, and make something new, I can help you get a joint signature, which is a good thing to eat for a lifetime. ”

"But I don't think Lord Gablin wants to give me the status of a freeman......"

"That's his business! He is also an employee of the company! Isn't he here today because of you? I'll do his job when I settle down, and your talent shouldn't be affected by your identity! ”

Richardson seemed to mean this, at least Gastens didn't see the hypocrisy. He straightened his face and bowed solemnly to Richardson.

"Thank you, Master."

"Okay, okay, I'm just saying, it's not too late for you to thank me when it's done."

Richardson waved his hand and poured another cup of tea for Gastens.

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On the third day, the group arrived at Roseville, a Buffy Stone? Brown sent the pyroxene to the auction, and Richardson took Gablin and Gastens to the head office to go through the formalities. He and Gablin tacitly did not say anything about Gastens's serfdom status, and gave him the status of an assistant technical commissioner. Richardson also bought Garstens clothes to make him look more like a freedman who grew up in the city. After two days of settling everything down, Gablin got a high-class apartment near the company, and he left a small room for Garstens to clean, cook and do laundry, and by the way, give him a place to live. Gastens had no complaints, he hurried to familiarize himself with the environment, and when Richardson helped him get an audit student at Roseville two weeks later, he went to the school library as soon as possible.

The library at Roseville University is a gray three-story building with vines crawling on the façade and some history. Dressed in a shirt and trousers and leather shoes, Gastens cleaned himself up, showed the administrator his student ID, and then walked into the library area. The reason why he is so desperate for the identity of this school, and why he is so eager for the library, is because he needs a platform where his words can be believed by more people, and the current students of Roseville University are a good choice.

Most of the books in this era are still hardcover, very heavy, the quality of the paper is not light and thin enough, and the actual content of a thick book is not much. Gastens searched carefully along the index catalog, and if he remembered correctly, the book should be nearby.

"Here!"

With a low exclamation, Gastens saw the book he had been looking for, Huney? Havari's On Capital. The communist trend of thought in this world started from this book, and if he found this book, he could use this book as a basis to expand and build his own revolutionary theoretical edifice and attract more like-minded people to work together.

The spine of the book was old and a little heavy. Gastens reached for it, but inadvertently touched his other hand. He looked over the hand and saw a pair of deep brown pupils.

"Hello."

"Hello."

A brief greeting was followed by a brief silence as Gastens took the opportunity to look at the girl who shared his goals. She was tall, wearing a blue dress, and held two books in one hand and the other hand on the spine of "On Capital". Her long dark brown hair was tied into a high ponytail and fluttered slightly behind her white forehead. The delicate melon seed had a bright and somewhat puzzled smile on her face. The girl was like an elf coming out of a beautiful medieval oil painting, her milky skin shining in the sunlight from the roof. The moment he saw her, Gastens felt his heart skip a beat.

"My name is Gastens, what about you?"

Gastens is not a first-time brother who has never seen the world, he generously stretched out his hand to the girl and introduced himself. Hearing that Gastens only said her first name and not her last name, the girl raised her eyebrows and took Gastens' hand.

"Call me Daisy, and do you know that this book is banned in the Republic of Negro? Gastens classmates? ”