"Well, I'm looking for you here, and that's what makes this thing. Lin Jue took out the steam engine drawings he had drawn before. This drawing has been altered by Jiang Quan, and it depicts a watt steam engine on the earth, but it is not like it. Jiang Quan, who has worked in the Shanghai shipyard for a long time, has occasionally come into contact with things like steam engines, but more contact with steam turbines.

Although with his level of knowledge, he could not copy the improved steam engine, let alone the steam turbine, but with some of the theoretical knowledge, he calmed down and studied, and visited many dwarven craftsmen, at least after the modification, the efficiency was much better than the principle machine painted by Lin Jue.

Iron Hammer may have thought that Lin Jue wanted to mine veins nearby, Gelhia was purely related to hobbies, and Jiang Quan understood Lin Jue's intentions, and the three of them surprisingly didn't ask other questions.

As for the materials needed for manufacturing, Jiang Quan was in charge of the preparations. If there's anything particularly difficult to work on, you can come to me. Now, that's a thousand gold coins, which should be enough. Lin Jue took out a bag of gold coins from the drawer of his desk and said.

So, after accepting the task, the three of them went to a stone workshop that had just been established near the dock, prepared materials according to the drawings, and buried themselves in manufacturing.

The manufacturing arrangement of the steam engine came to an end, and Lin Jue calmed down and walked to the dock.

For a long time, the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and it was difficult to see the stars. Tonight, the clouds dissipated a lot, and the magnificent night sky finally glowed with the brilliance it should have. The long period of rain and snow washed away the dust in the air, and the first clear night sky of the season looked much clearer than usual.

is different from the usual simple look at the stars, tonight's Lin Jue came with a makeshift drawing board. Beside him was a blazier with a blazing flame, and a small chest filled with all sorts of paintbrushes and paints.

Lin Jue on the earth, in his spare time, is very fond of painting, as long as he is idle, in addition to making music, he will also go to the wilderness, looking for a beautiful place to take pictures.

But since he came to this world, he has not touched a paintbrush for more than half a year, and this is the first time he has held a paintbrush in this world, except for those scribbled drawings.

And tonight, the purpose of his coming here is not to record the pier in front of him and this endless blue sea on the drawing paper, what he wants to record with his brush is the endless starry sky.

And what he really wants to paint is the sparkling lake and the dim forest hidden in his dream, and he wants to use this real night sky to fill in the empty starry sky in his dream.

He draws slowly, stroke by stroke, meticulously. In his paintings, lakes, forests, waves, vivid scenes are slowly born on the paper. The reason why he painted so slowly was not that he didn't remember the scene. For this scene that can be seen every night, Lin Jue has already firmly imprinted it in his mind.

The reason why he painted so slowly was because he remembered this scene very well, and he wanted to truly restore this scene, just like the first time he saw Agnes the dream witch by an artificial lake, and recorded this scene as realistically as a photograph.

Lin Jue was very curious, under the siege of jungle goblins in Phoenix City, under the pressure of Agnes nowhere to be found, no news from Finik, and all kinds of unknown pressures, how he calmed down and painted.

Perhaps, it is the pastime of painting that can be used to relieve stress, right? Lin Jue thought so, picked up the brush, and began to paint the last detail, the endless starry sky.

Finally, the painting, which took about three hours to paint, was completed.

However, Lin Jue, who saw this finished painting, was stunned, because the painting in front of him seemed to be somewhat familiar.

This sense of familiarity is not because it is a scene in his dreams, but because, after adjusting the brightness while painting, he finds that the scene he painted seems to have been there before he came to this world.

"Is it an illusion?" Lin Jue muttered.

When the paint on the screen was completely solidified, he didn't remember where he had seen this scene before. He frowned and rolled up the scroll, the strange idea was a mere vignette for him, and he quickly forgot about it.

Lin Jue yawned and left the dock, and when he returned to the bedroom, he threw the painting on the table, turned his head and fell asleep on the bed.

Lin Jue, who had already gotten into the quilt, didn't have a chance to notice that the unrolled scroll was slowly unfolding, and there was no trace of painting on the paper, and the picture he spent a night painting had disappeared.

Regarding what happened in this picture scroll, Lin Jue, who entered the dream slowly, had no idea. Even if he knew, it probably wouldn't have attracted his attention, because he was already shocked by the scene in front of him.

The scene in the dream is still the dim forest and the sparkling lake. On the embankment of the lake, there is still no figure of Agnes, the dream witch. But the scene he dreamed about tonight was different from what he had dreamed before, and in today's dream, the scene he saw was actually daytime, to be precise, at dusk.

The sky is no longer an empty piece, there are clouds, there is glow, and more importantly, the starry sky that has been revealed, which is the picture he has painted for a long time tonight. On the embankment of the lake, dozens of translucent butterflies with a purple glow are dancing, adding a touch of vitality to this dead scene.

The next morning, when Lin Jue woke up, the first thing he did was to jump up from the bed, take the picture scroll he drew last night on the table in his hand, and unfold it to look at it.

"How could it be...... In his hand, there was no scroll, only a yellowed blank piece of paper.

He folded the scroll and sat limply on the bed. When he came to this world, even though he had seen so many things that could not be measured by common sense, the picture scroll in his hand still made him feel creepy.

"I'm painting with gouache, not a sketch. Even if it is a sketch, if someone secretly erases it with an eraser, it is impossible to have no trace at all, not to mention that this is a gouache painting. Unless, when I was painting last night, I was dreaming?"

Lin Jue shook his head violently and said, "This is even more impossible, Agnes said that I can't dream anything else except that fixed dream." Maybe someone sneaked in and helped me change the painting?"

"But I didn't dream a different scene last night, did I?"

Lin Jue silently spread out the paper, covered it on the table, took a charcoal pencil in his hand, and scribbled on it casually. He wanted to see if the scene in front of him, the disappearing picture, was a reality or an illusion.