My Magic Age

The prosperity of the sixth district of the imperial capital is based on the nearly three million people in the slums. It is a dense workshop-style industrial area. Most of the streets are lined with metallurgy, leather making, wood product processing, stone processing, cotton and linen textiles, papermaking, slaughterhouses, large mills, glass products, jewelry processing and other ordinary primary workshops. Although the workshops and shops here can also process low-level magic materials, they are only the cheapest magic antelope leather, magic red copper, luminous pampas grass, etc.

This is a blacksmith shop that looks large. Just look at the H-shaped steel archway at the door of the blacksmith shop, which is full of industrial atmosphere. The rusty walls are inlaid with various styles of rivets, forming the words "North Duisburg", which looks quite imposing. Standing at the door of the blacksmith shop, you can feel that the whole factory is shrouded in rolling heat waves.

Those large magic carriages with a body of more than ten meters are all cargo carriages waiting here to transport iron and steel. The drivers on the magic carriages saw Lady Alia's slender waist and round and plump buttocks swaying gently under her long skirt, and their eyes stared straight over, like countless small iron slags attracted by a magnet, wishing to stick to Lady Alia all at once.

With a faint smile on her delicate face, without the slightest embarrassment, Lady Alia glanced at the crude coachmen around her, her eyes slightly sideways, with aristocratic pride and leisure on her face, which made the coachmen around almost forget where they were for a moment, and tried their best to lean over here, and even two coachmen stepped into the air from the high driving seat, fell to the ground and screamed.

Catalina hesitated in the carriage, and despite the hot weather, she put on a black cloak before she was willing to walk out of the carriage. She looked at the coachmen around her with vigilance and disgust. She frowned at these vulgar carriage owners, clenched the hilt of the Sword Breaker, and lowered her eyelids to avoid people seeing the murderous intent hidden in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because she had been on the battlefield for too long, the seal in Catalina's body could not completely restrain her killing heart.

Perhaps it was because there were too many nobles in the imperial capital that made the eyes of these carriage owners with small assets so unscrupulous.

I turned around and stopped, waiting for Catalina to come up, and held her hand to calm her down. This is not the Yero plane. Killing a few poor people on the street casually will not violate the law as long as the Duke of Samoyed doesn't care. The laws in the imperial capital are still very strict.

Madam Alia took two quick steps and came to my side. She stretched out her warm arm and held mine. She smelled of jasmine, which was very pleasant. From the expression on Madam Alia's face, it could be seen that she was not unfamiliar with this place.

At this time, a manager wearing gray silk breeches and a white shirt came out of the blacksmith shop. He had a dark gray bow tie on his collar, his hair was combed meticulously, and he walked out quickly with a cane in his hand. The cane drew a spark on the wall of a magic caravan and made a sharp and piercing sound caused by metal friction, which suddenly awakened the coachmen who were immersed in Madam Alia's charming beauty.

The manager's face was full of smiles. He stood in front of me and humbly bowed, and then said: "Dear magician, I am Chris Andy Goss, the manager of the North Duisburg Blacksmith Workshop. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Mr. Goss, can you process light rails for mines here?" I asked casually.

"Of course, our blacksmith workshop is the only one in the imperial capital that can roll rails. If you are interested, Master Magician, I can take you to visit the workshop." Manager Goss spoke politely, his eyes staying on the faces of Lady Alia and Katarina for no more than three seconds.

After exchanging glances with Lady Alia, we agreed to Manager Goss's invitation and followed him into the blacksmith workshop.

At the door, we couldn't see the layout of the entire workshop at a glance. When we entered the workshop, we found that it was much larger than I expected. The workshop was very hot. The blacksmiths were only wearing suspenders and leather pants that exposed their backs and arms. They were sweating profusely while using long iron rods to hook the iron materials in the furnace and dragging them into the forging mold for preliminary rolling. They watched the red-hot steel sections being pulled off the forging table and pulled into the water tank. The billowing white steam made the shed like a steamer.

The layout of the entire blacksmith workshop is very reasonable. The iron warehouse is adjacent to three huge furnaces, where the iron is removed from the slag. The molten iron will then be poured into the prepared sand mold for casting. The cast blank will then be smelted again. The red-hot blank will continue to be forged dozens of times and finally squeezed out of the roller.

Mrs. Alia covered her mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief, and a large area of ​​white skin on her chest was exposed. The heat wave steamed her body with fine sweat, and her face became as beautiful as a flower, as if she had drunk alcohol and her face was flushed. The workshop was filled with gushing steam and hot red molten iron. Walking in the workshop corridor, Mrs. Alia seemed a little worried about being burned by the steaming heat. She didn't care that her soft chest was tightly pressed against my arm and beside me.

At this time, Katarina's physical advantage was clearly evident. Although she was wearing a black cloak in addition to the dragon skin light armor, the heat in the workshop did not seem to cause much trouble to Katarina.

When we passed by the huge forging press for rolling iron blanks, the manager Goss was still explaining to us with great interest that this accumulating forging machine is the largest forging machine in the imperial capital at present. The core part of this machine is made from ancient ruins. It is a product of the Hex civilization of the Goblin Era excavated. Although the movement has been severely aged, it can still be used normally.

Seeing the expression on my face, he was obviously curious about this forging machine, so he simply stopped in front of the forging machine and carefully told me that this forging machine was built by the owner of this workshop fifteen years ago. It was discovered in a ruins in the Kirado plane, and it took hundreds of slaves to dismantle it into mechanical parts in the ruins. They were transported to the Imperial Capital piece by piece. When they were successfully installed in the Imperial Capital workshop, it caused a sensation. , and even appeared in the Imperial Capital Magic Newspaper at that time.

Goss told me that after the molten iron is cast in the sand mold, it needs to be returned to the furnace to change the internal properties of the metal. After being repeatedly beaten on the forging press, it is then fed into the rollers and extruded into rails that meet the size specifications.

At this time, a steel rail happened to be extruded from the rolling roller. The peon who was supposed to be guarding the exit used a large hook to introduce the rail into the cold water tank for cooling and quenching. However, the peon's eyes were slightly flustered. Maybe it was a few seconds before. He was a little distracted. The rail did not fall into the water tank for cooling as expected. Instead, the end hit the side wall of the water tank. The huge impact force caused the tail end of the six-meter-long rail to bounce up.

The red-hot rail was like a huge iron spear, sweeping towards us. The manager Goss was so frightened that his face turned pale on the spot. For a moment, he couldn't even say a complete sentence. The first person to react was the one next to him. Catalina, her body moved forward slightly Tan, I felt her suddenly disappear beside me, and then her body appeared under the rail that was sweeping over me. Her flexible body stretched back, holding the Swordbreaker in both hands and slashing hard at the spider-like weapon. On the rail as huge as a black iron spear in the hands of the warlord.

Even though it was just the broken blade of a rune magic sword, the edge was still extremely sharp. With the crisp sound of gold and iron, a section of the red-hot rail was cut off by Catalina, and sparks flew. , the small section of rail cut off by Catalina was still flying towards us according to the inertia. My first reaction was to protect Mrs. Alia behind me, and in the state of 'time stasis', use the fastest speed to move towards us. The speed condensed two 'ice shields' in front of the body.

After the small section of rail smashed one ice shield, its momentum slowed down slightly, and then hit the second ice shield. The rail directly penetrated the ice shield, but the castration was exhausted, and the emerging strands Under the white steam, the rails were stuck on the ice shield, hovering in the air one meter away from us.

The manager Goss's face was pale, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted. He sat down on the ground, panting heavily to calm down his excitement, and pointed at the lost hard worker with his hand, unable to say a word. come out.

The foreman who was standing in the distance saw something happening here and ran over quickly. He saw most of the rail that jumped out of the water tank. The other small half of the rail was now covered with a layer of ice and fell on me with a bang. In front of his feet, he didn't know what was happening. His eyes suddenly stood up, he strode up to the hard worker and kicked the hard worker to the ground.

At this time, the next red-colored rail poked out of the roll again. The foreman skillfully picked up the big iron hook and guided the rail into the water tank. At the same time, he did not forget to push away the hard worker who fell by the water tank.

The manager, Goss, had calmed down and stood beside me and apologized repeatedly. Mrs. Alia stood behind me and held my left arm tightly in her arms. I could clearly feel Her heartbeat was pounding, and her smooth skin was already a little sweaty.

After experiencing this incident, we did not stay any more in the workshop. Instead, our manager Goss took us to a gray-white attic next to the finished product warehouse of the blacksmith workshop. It seemed that the owner of the workshop had already learned about it. When this happened, he led several waiters to welcome him down from the attic. The owner of the workshop wore a noble badge on his chest and ran down the spiral staircase with his chubby body.

Seeing that I was wearing a magic robe, he hurriedly came up to me. Goss gave us a brief introduction. The owner of this workshop was Robert, a hereditary earl. Robert, the owner of the workshop, wiped the oily sweat from his forehead. He apologized to us repeatedly and his eyes fell on me Mrs. Alia beside her was also slightly startled. Then she looked away, glanced at Catalina cautiously, and then asked Goss with a stern face: "What happened? Tell Hans and let that person pack up his bed immediately." Get lost, we don’t want this kind of unsafe factor in the workshop.”

Goss agreed and quickly turned around and left.

Robert, the owner of the workshop, and several attendants invited me to the attic. After sitting down in the living room, I explained my intention to the workshop owner Robert straight to the point. I directly talked about customizing a batch of light steel rails for mining, and extended my hand. I took out the note that Louis gave me from my arms and handed it to Robert, the owner of the workshop.

When he saw the writing on the parchment in his hand, the nervous look on his face became slightly relieved. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the oil secreted from his face. He smiled at me and said, "It turns out that Jijia Magician A friend of the Marquis Louis, Marquis Louis of Emerald Bay The trading company customizes various steel products in my workshop every year. I can’t promise anything else, but the quality of the light rails must be the best among the blacksmith workshops in the Imperial City, and the price can be as high as the Emerald Bay Trade. The trading prices of commercial houses are consistent.”

I didn't expect that the workshop owner would give me such a promise as soon as he sat down. In fact, I had no more requirements at first, so I was about to agree and continue talking about the drawing size and delivery date.

At this time, a few maids happened to come down from upstairs carrying fruit plates and refreshments, and placed cool ice drinks on the coffee table.

Mrs. Alia had calmed down, but she sat next to me and said directly: "Earl Robert, I would like to ask, what kind of ironware is customized by the Emerald Bay Trading Company in your workshop?"

Hearing Mrs. Aaliya's question, the workshop owner forced a wry smile on his face, reached out and drank the ice water in the cup, then waved away the waiting maids, and then said: " The first time I saw Mrs. Alia, I knew that this business would not bring any advantages. Every year, the Emerald Harbor Trading Company purchases at least a thousand steel wheel hubs from the caravan manufacturing workshop in Palestina Province. "

"Then what? The letter of introduction from Marquis Louis-Mensa is to push Count Guiga to come to you. Of course, he believes in the quality of the steel in the North Duisburg Blacksmith Workshop and Robert's goodwill. He also trusts Robert. You're going to deceive us in this regard, don't you think?" Mrs. Alia's face showed a hint of sarcasm, and she continued: "The processing technology of forged steel wheels is different from that of mining light rails, and the price will be a little higher. Difference?"

There was a trace of embarrassment on Robert's face, and he had to explain continuously: "Mrs. Alia, judging from what you said, it's also my fault that I didn't explain clearly how I could possibly sell profiles at the price of steel wheels. I mean, these light rail profiles cost The transaction is carried out according to the internal agreement between the workshop and Emerald Bay Trading Company on the profile.”

With that said, he waved his hand and asked the attendant to bring over the magic contract signed with the Emerald Bay Trading Company.

When I saw the rows of prices on the contract, I suddenly realized that due to different craftsmanship, the selling prices of these steel products have also dropped significantly. It is obvious that mining light rails are the cheapest in the list.

Mrs. Alia held up the magic contract book. The white skin on her arm was in sharp contrast with the black magic contract book. A hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she asked Robert: "Is this the price for customizing a hundred sticks?"

Robert, the owner of the workshop, was about to nod his head and heard Mrs. Alia's question clearly, but his movements suddenly stopped and he said with a bit of embarrassment: "Of course, the order quantity of several hundred pieces cannot be so cheap. Mrs. Alia, you You also know that if your customized size is special, I will also You need to make a set of rollers for your light rails separately, and these need to be included in the cost. A batch of goods at Emerald Bay must be at least a thousand pieces, so that they can be sold according to the internal agreement price. If the order quantity is one hundred pieces, then The price must rise by at least ten percent.”

Seeing our suspicious looks, Robert said cruelly: "Actually, my workshop prefers small profits but quick turnover. Profits are purely based on output. If Mrs. Alia can customize more than a thousand pieces in one batch, I will do it now." I can sign a magic contract with you."

After thinking about it, he added: "If the quantity is large, the price can be reduced by ten percent."

Lady Aaliya's eyes flickered, and she asked seemingly casually: "Earl Robert, what is your minimum order for a large batch?"

The owner of the workshop, Robert, smiled and said a little sheepishly: "Well, at least ten thousand roots... Oh, more than five thousand roots will be fine. Who told you to be friends with Marquis Louis? Of course I can give it to you. Biggest deal.”

A deep smile appeared in Mrs. Alia's beautiful almond eyes, she glanced at me proudly, and then said: "That's great! Robert, Marquis, you must keep your word."

I sat next to Mrs. Alia, dumbfounded as she almost cut off the price given by Robert, the owner of the workshop...