When the group returned to the mansion, Francis went straight to the third floor, pushed open the door and walked into the moon house.

The monk's robe came to receive him meaninglessly, "Your Excellency, the moon house is waiting for orders. ”

Francis came to the stands, leaned against the railing, and began to talk about his first creation plan.

First, the second floor will need to be transformed into a super steam factory, and they will start building their own steel creations.

A paradise of steel, but also a dream factory.

As he spoke, the blueprint in Francis's mind became clearer, a giant enterprise with the Moon House as the core, and everything you could imagine could be manufactured.

Firearms, airships, iron ships, and even stars.

For the foreseeable period, the North Wales region will not belong to the Church, but to the Moon House, to the Utopian Enterprise.

and even help build a qualified, normal world.

Francis often heard May speak of the miracles that an extraordinary being can perform, but he believes that it is a cannon blessed by materialism that defines what truth is.

It's just that it takes time, and it takes time to hide in the shadows and nurture this blueprint.

"I hope what I'm talking about isn't too difficult for the Moon House."

The monk's robe smiled proudly when he heard this, and said; "Imagination, my Excellency, this is all you need in the Moon House."

Francis looked thoughtfully at the small moon, the star furnace was roaring, the space on the second floor began to fold and unfold, and the apostles sang carols while confidently building.

If you look outside, the bell tower of the Church of Messiah at night is emitting a very bright pale blue light, and it is difficult to know that one of the greatest operations ever performed is underway without entering the Moon House.

It was also not until the evening that Francis came out of the moon house, sweating profusely from his labor. Unlike the apostles, he was building some gadgets.

"Did you get a job when you went out today?"

May is in a wheelchair and seems to have been waiting for him, and May is a little worried about Francis's plaything.

"Instead, I'm going to offer someone else a job."

May looked at Francis and stopped asking, and turned her head to look away quietly.

Francis noticed May's strangeness, she had never been so quiet, and she usually either kept talking or scolding herself.

She was sad.

Francis silently put his hand on the wheelchair, pushed May forward in the hallway, and spoke; "You'll get back on your feet, I promise."

Mei said absent-mindedly; "You might as well persuade me to accept the facts, I miss the feeling of running too much."

has always played the role of protecting others, but now she needs to be protected by others, which is a big psychological blow to Mei.

"If a man wanted to sell an airship, where would he go?"

Francis pushed May as she strolled through and asked the mindless question.

May glanced back at him incomprehensibly, and said; "The production of airships has been very small, and a visit to Wales should be full of people who are willing to buy them."

"Where's the base potion?"

May laughed at Francis Dao; "There's a bottle of potion, the price is never an issue, you need to worry about not getting robbed."

Francis nodded, he needed a large sum of money to buy a few factories on the surface, otherwise the Messi could create those steel creations out of thin air and arouse the suspicion of others.

Playing as an upstart who got rich by selling a base potion will make everything reasonable.

Francis went around and sent May back to the room, and asked as he said goodbye; "I've decided to go to Wales for a few days, do you think Able can take care of everyone?"

Mei sighed and said; "I'll doubt you idiot, but Abel is fine."

Francis relieved and said goodbye to May.

He picked up the Pfister musket and carried it on his back, packed all the twelve base potions into his bag, and cleaned himself up like that, not forgetting to kiss the sleeping Aisha on the forehead before leaving.

Through the Infinity Gate of the Moon House, Francis plunged headlong into the heart of Wales at night.

This neighbourhood is different from the industrial style of the Welsh region, full of strange light and quite occult.

"Eh, where did the outsiders come from, aren't they afraid of accidents with such precious things?"

Francis followed the sound and saw a woman dressed as a witch standing inside a gypsy hut.

The witch was silently reciting something, and Francis's mind suddenly sank, and many visions appeared in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the room.

"If you're lucky enough to meet me, otherwise all the good things in your pocket will fly away."

In front of the witch were many bottles, and many small visions appeared in them, each of which was like a colorful dream.

This was the first time Francis had seen the Extraordinary, and I remember that May had mentioned that there was a branch of the Extraordinary Derivative that was the Dream Maker, and it seemed that eight or nine were not far from ten.

"I've never seen such a careless person as you, and as soon as you came here, there were eyes on you."

Francis did not let his guard down, and asked rhetorically; "You're from the church?"

The witch pouted, explaining that not everyone was willing to work for the church.

Francis complained; "I was careless, I didn't expect that just pretending to be inevitable would be discovered."

The witch was amused, as if she had some special purpose for coming here, she said, holding her chin; "One of the advantages of being a dreamer is that you can know a little bit about the gossip in this city."

She has always been very fair in her news business, one-tenth of the value of the business, the witch held up a finger and said softly; "One tenth, I'll let you not take a detour, no accidents."

Francis still couldn't trust the man in front of him, and the witch spread her hands and continued; "There is no kinder person than me, you think that a business can be negotiated after going out for a walk. Do you know what the real situation looks like? When you step out of the street with your front foot, something happens with your back foot. ”

Looking at the witch's look of not blaming me for not telling you, Francis relented and said yes by a tenth.

He said; "I need a reliable buyer for base chemicals."

When the witch heard this, she was overjoyed to meet the boss of a big business, and this time one hundredth was enough for her to be prosperous and rich.

When Francis said the number of potions, the witch's head went blank.

Twelve bottles, which means that all the extraordinary-derived base potions are all in the hands of this guy?

The witch's expression suddenly became extremely serious, each advancement of the extraordinary derivation required at least one bottle of base potion, and the purity of this person's potion seemed to be half up, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

How dare this man swagger down the streets with such a precious thing, and the witch began to admire the patience of the people in the city, such a cargo can be understood even if it is openly done in the royal city.

The truth is that no one believed that such ignorant people would carry the medicine out and walk around, and everyone was thinking carefully about the origin and background of Francis's daring to do so.

The witch trembled and said word by word; "It's better than this, the price can be a little lower, one-twelfth. I only need the bottle of medicine derived from the Dream Maker, and I owe you a great favor..."

Usually people beg her, but now she is about to beg Francis for a bottle.

Francis wondered why he had suddenly taken the initiative in the negotiations, and he nodded in agreement.

The witch coughed a few times, treated Francis with great care, and said with a straight face; "A prince of the royal city was ready to send his son to the church, but he couldn't find a potion. Everyone in this world knows the difference between the Church's treatment of the extraordinary and the ordinary, and the prince who can't bear it will be willing to get a bottle at all prices, just so that the child can enter the church as an extraordinary. ”

"This kid lives in a royal mansion on the outskirts of Wales, and when the time comes, you just have to open your mouth and the business will be done."