Although he did not tell Lao Wei everything about himself and the Norman Royal Academy of Natural Sciences, he revealed the final results to him.

Looking at the stunned mechanic, Bill felt a sense of pride in his heart.

It's just that Lao Wei was stunned for a while, and he didn't hug Bill excitedly, or jump up and shout so much, he just smacked his lips and spoke with some embarrassment.

"Bill, I ......"

"I'm just a mechanic, and it's okay for you to let me design a steam car, but I can do what I can do to open a factory. ”

Lao Wei is obviously cramped, although he has the heart to keep up with the times, but it is only in the mechanical aspect.

He is still a traditional craftsman in his bones, in more modern terms, he is a technical nerd, usually sitting at home to fiddle with figures and machinery, and going out to participate in mechanical exhibitions.

There is almost no mechanical communication with people, and the income is enough to support his hobbies and life.

Bill opened his mouth several times, trying to persuade Lao Wei to have the courage to try, bravely grasp opportunities and challenges, and strive to become a master.

But when he saw that Old Wei's eyes would bloom with dazzling brilliance when he mentioned the new mechanical idea, and at the moment they were so calm that there was no trace of fluctuation, Bill didn't know what to say next.

"Lao Wei is a resident of the old town through and through, there is no doubt about it. 」

In the end, Bill gave up on the idea of persuading Lao Wei to start a factory with himself, and a mechanic like Lao Wei just let him do what he liked.

Forcing and tying up Lao Wei to do things that he is not interested in or even hateful will inevitably wipe out his inspiration.

"I understand, Lao Wei, you can design the steam model with peace of mind, but when I start a machinery factory in the future, you must come to me as the chief engineer!"

"Hehe, okay, that's absolutely no problem!"

Lao Wei smirked and agreed, but he looked so simple and cute, he was not a big fool, he knew what the invitation he had just turned down meant, but he still did it without any regrets.

Leaving Lao Wei's house, Bill slowly walked down the muddy winding path.

He wandered to Flea Street, where he met a lot of people, like Esther and Jack the Magician, and aside from them, he really liked the area, which made him feel like a spring breeze.

People have not yet been polluted by the huge ** flickering steel bars and chemicals, although they live a difficult and poor life, but they have been satisfied.

A person who is lonely and lonely in his heart may really need this completely opposite environment to neutralize his silent heart.

Flea Street was still full of stalls of all kinds, and Bill wandered around casually, suddenly feeling a gaze open to him without kindness, full of scrutiny.

He stopped in an instant, for Bill saw a limping monk coming from the end of Flea Street.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, carrying a shabby bag in his hand, and his two deep, sunken eyes swept over everyone on Flea Street and stopped on Bill, with an indescribable sense of oppression on his body, and he approached step by step.

For the first time, Bill felt the pressure emanating directly from a person, and he frowned, not leaving or leaning forward.

Having lost the power of the shadows and control of the black blood, Bill was just an ordinary person, and he lifted his heart in his pocket, and his heart was still slowly accelerating in peace.

Puff, puff......

But the monk just kept looking at Bill, as if to see him through, and finally passed him by, and walked farther and farther away......

The tension gradually eased, and Bill looked back and could no longer see the mysterious man, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew-"

"Shadow is not wrong, that man is definitely a wizard nemesis, just like a mouse and a cat, we are born enemies. ”

"I can't go wrong with my feelings. ”

No longer wandering around, Bill returns to the central neighborhood of Brittus to find the machine shop that Shavay wrote to him.

Because Lao Wei didn't plan to prepare the factory with him, the market research fell on Bill alone.

In Shawei's introduction in a few words, the machine factory has some ties to the military, and currently specializes in taking orders from the army for large steam wagons.

After learning of Bill's intention and introduction, the machine factory welcomed Bill with great enthusiasm and visited the steam wagon production workshop and workshop.

At present, the steam engine technology is open to use by the government, but if you want to use this technology, you must pay a large amount of monopoly protection money to the government and obtain a production license, otherwise you will operate without a license.

The government would shut down factories operating without a license within a day and pay a huge amount of compensation that could directly cause the factory to declare closure.

Therefore, the operators basically honestly spend money on steam engine technology, and then open a steam car factory to start manufacturing and selling, so they are not afraid to take outsiders to visit the workshop.

After receiving a reply from the machine shop that Bill was welcome to come here with technology at any time, Bill didn't stay here any longer.

With a start-up capital of 30,000 gold pounds and a bank loan, he can already find a piece of land in the northern industrial zone to build his own machinery factory!

As it gets darker and the temperature begins to drop, the young clerk who has just left work takes a penny on a city train that has just opened and returns from the center of the city to the edge.

Bill walked through the Lamp Commercial Street and drove the carriage home.

And just as the sun had not yet fully set, and Bill was active in the central district, looking for various relevant departments to contact to buy land and buy large equipment, the ascetic monk Edmund walked into a no-man's land closely connected to Flea Street.

His goal is one of Black Street's strongholds in Brittus, the Unsignposted Tavern.

There are still only three or three customers still drinking in the unsigned tavern, and the list on the bounty wall has been updated.

Bill's picture is no longer on the bounty wall, and John's picture is no longer in its original form, and it is not known if it was taken by anyone, or if someone has completed the commission, and John is dead.

Opposite the tavern bar, a youngsterly dressed young man orders a glass of lemonade and buys information from the tavernkeeper.

The spring door creaked open, and a cold wind blew into the unmarked tavern from outside, and the young man didn't look up at the door, but just played with the knife in his hand.

Edmund sat down beside the young witch hunters of the Witch Hunter Guild, bringing a chill over him.

"It's not easy to see you, imp from the Witch Hunters' Guild. ”

"I've been looking for you many times, but every time you leave before I arrive, you're deliberately avoiding me. ”

Beneath Edmund's sunken and wrinkled eyelids, two cloudy eyeballs moved nimbly, quickly scanning the witch hunter imp to make sure he was indeed wearing a nameplate that could prove his identity as a witch hunter.

"It turned out to be a family dog released by the Oude Holy See, I said why did it smell of urine, I didn't deliberately avoid you, but the smell of your body can be smelled from afar, I just don't want to be smoked to death by you. ”

The witch hunter imp was still so arrogant that no one could see him, and when he opened his mouth, he scolded the Oude Holy See, drank all the lemonade in one go, and wiped the corners of his mouth happily.

The expression on Edmund's face seemed to be even lower, and he didn't go around the bush with the witch hunter and say the purpose of the trip.

"In just half a month, you have crossed the line twice, I hope you stop this meaningless action, the Holy See is enough to be responsible for the security of Brittus. ”

"If you want to stay in the city, you'd better know how to write respect. "I want to talk about "Shadow Prisoner" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about favorite books."