"Good morning, father."

The sun was almost in the center, and Francis staggered into the living room, with dark circles around his eyes.

"Morning, son, drink some."

"It's .."

"I asked the pharmacist to buy the medicinal tea, and drinking it can tonify the kidney."

“...”

"Gollum~Gollum~"

Francis picked up the teacup and drank it down, who made him really consume too much these days...

"Who's here?"

"The people of the third princess took a sum of money, saying that it was the money needed by Your Excellency Copper Coin to make an alchemy machine."

"How much?"

"Twenty million."

"It's not a lot, but he can't do it."

"If it's okay, we have to give the money, we can only trust him now, and I have also read the drawings, and the feasibility should still be there."

"Hey.. Those bastards will take advantage of the loopholes of the law."

"This matter, too, I didn't think about it well, after all, this kind of thing has never happened before.."

He also slowly took a sip of medicinal tea, and old Francis sighed.

"However, we also have to prepare for the worst, once that trade route is launched, you may have to run away."

"Don't worry, father, I'm still okay with this kind of thing."

"I mean, until then, you're going to get as many women as you can get pregnant, and that's what I've chosen."

"Who told you not to let me get married soon.."

"What are you doing when you get married, with the king's decree, the consequence of marriage can only be that more people divide the family property, otherwise why did your father and I only give birth to you."

"Then you still found me so many women."

"You are different from me, your mother is also a nobleman, and the children born are all famous, although the women I found for you are all good, but in the final analysis, they are all commoners, as long as we don't give them a name, they are not qualified to inherit the family property."

"Okay."

Francis nodded, although it sounds a little cruel to say, but this is the current situation of the nobility, Caesar's royal family can only rule this land for a day.

"Have you rested?"

"Uhhh Well? ”

"Rest well, go back and continue."

“...”

--- dividing line

Looking at the Mithril that was about half the size of a finger on the test table, Fugui gasped a few times.

The core part of the alchemy machine is the inner magic pattern, which is like an engine, providing energy for the alchemy machine, of course, not only that, this 'engine' even has a built-in 'chip', which can handle the set program to a certain extent.

However, carving the Patterns is not an easy task, unlike building them directly in the Void, which are carved into the core of the Mithril without any problems.

And, most importantly, if the engraving fails, the Mithril will change in nature due to the transformation of the magic pattern, and it will need to be reprocessed by a special process to return to its original nature, which also requires a lot of money...

In the final analysis, this is not simply carving patterns on Mithril, it is too unreasonable, just draw a few strokes to have the so-called extraordinary ability, then according to the probability, this world may be everywhere will be extraordinary items, in fact, according to Fugui's understanding, this so-called portrayal, more like a microscopic level of change.

Just as this world is complicated, it is because of the arrangement and combination of different orders of the most basic particles that make up matter, in the same way, there is such an order that can make certain items derive extraordinary attributes, and the magic pattern does it, which is such a thing.

Of course, it is precisely because of this characteristic that for the vast majority of alchemists, they must use alchemy machines to complete this step, unlike him, who can do this directly through electromagnetic waves, but he will not do this.

After all, the third princess who was standing there and observing, for this kind of woman who is the king, she must always be vigilant, the king's road is the road of the widow, and there is no one who is a qualified king cannot give up.

"Her father gave her a perfect example."

"Let's get started.."

Fugui follows the operating rules in his memory, using his own 'plug-in' to control his body, and little by little through the alchemy machine, the magic pattern is carved on the Mithril, every knife, every stroke, in the microscopic level of 3D perspective, the attributes and structure of Mithril seem to be changing.

It wasn't until he had completely carved the magic spell he had set up that the entire Mithril vibrated like boiling water, then stabilized, turning into a thing suspended in the air like a liquid droplet.

"Click!"

In the last step, Fugui wrapped the Mithril droplets in a protective shell, unlike the previous Great Prince, who directly stored Mithril in the Demon Mouse's brain, and the way to use it as a weapon regardless of wear and tear.

This one needs to be more stable and take longer, so the brass shell summarized in the previous experience is the best protection for Mithril.

"Give it a try."

In order to ensure that the machine can run stably, Yode specially sent an assembled finished alchemy machine, which is almost similar in size to a microwave oven, in fact, the appearance is also very similar, and the structure is also very similar, after all, when Fugui designed this machine, he had a microwave oven in mind.

"Okay."

Fugui nodded, picked up the brass Mithril core, opened the lid on the top of the alchemist machine, in the middle of a bunch of wiring structures, there was a groove, the size was almost the same as the core in Fugui's hand, after gently placing it inside, turning the small wrench on one side, immediately several thin and long metal needles stretched out and pierced into the brass core.

These probes are similar to CPUs, which play the role of fixing and transmitting commands, but because of the characteristics of Mithril itself, there is no need for heat dissipation or anything.

"One last step!"

Fugui rubbed his hands, success or failure is this trembling, although he is very confident, but the real world is that any accident can happen.

"Da~"

Open the lid on one side, Fugui put the lunch box in, close the lid, press the blue button, after a flash of light, the lunch box was perfectly plated with a layer of blue film, and then Fugui put some food inside, buckled the lid box, and pressed the red button again.

Under his 3D visual inspection, almost all the bacteria and viruses in the lunch box were killed, and the sealing of the lunch box was also fused tightly under the action of electromagnetic waves, leaving no gaps.

"Congratulations."

"Hee-hee, thank you, Your Highness the Princess."

Fugui shrugged his shoulders and began to make Mithril cores again, after all, there are still two hundred, and there are only a few days left before the half-month period, if he wants to hurry...

"And it worked.."

Looking at Fugui's busy back, Pan Deli was no longer shocked, or rather, she was actually numb and accepted all this, compared to this, what she was thinking about now was that this was definitely a genius, a real genius, and the ordinary relationship between superiors and subordinates might not be able to make him loyal to him forever.

"Maybe. Time to make a choice? Or... Wait a minute? ”