My Magic Age

Mrs. Alia didn't say that carrying bags at the airport terminal was actually a well-paid job. Charles the Great would not let those poor people who lived in poverty starve to death, and of course he would not let them sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor. There were still many differences in this regard, such as being sent to remote areas of various planes to work in mining, or becoming a lumberjack in the forest farms in the plane area.

Although the living conditions in the imperial capital were difficult, there were abundant materials of all kinds, which were many times better than the conditions in other places. Even the poor felt that they were superior to the poor in other places. No matter where they went, they would tell those "country people" in their eyes: I live in a villa in the imperial capital.

Every poor person was like a fish struggling in a fish tank. If they did not perform well enough, they might be fished out of this large fish tank with a gorgeous appearance and thrown into rivers with harsh environments where they had to find food by themselves. For the poor in the imperial capital, life outside the imperial capital was very terrible and full of dangers.

They call those poor people who are sent to other planes to do hard labor because they cannot survive in the imperial capital ‘exiles’.

Every year, there are a certain number of exiles in the imperial capital. Although the imperial capital is as large as seven Sloyte cities combined, it is not an infinitely large city after all. It is surrounded by peaks like the crater of Mount Mazzaro, and the central area is a large lake. The flat land here is very limited. There are a large number of nobles gathered here, and the living space left for the common people is not large. In the end, the area that falls on the poor common people is only a corner of the sixth district.

Many businessmen and nobles are willing to open workshops here, not only because the land here is the cheapest, but also because there are cheaper workers here. Moreover, the farther away from the shore of Weiyang Lake and the central area of ​​the imperial capital, the cheaper it is.

This small textile workshop opened by Lady Alia is located at the edge of the sixth district, which is also the outermost area of ​​the crater.

Lady Alia can become one of the three major tailors in the imperial capital. The largest textile workshops under Lady Alia's name are not here. Those textile workshops are in the center of the sixth district of the imperial capital. Now those large textile workshops have undoubtedly fallen into the hands of Billy Babington, and Lady Alia has no way to prove that those workshops did not use the resources of the Babington family, so she was driven out by the Babington family. Those large textile workshops naturally became the property of the Babington family.

This small textile workshop in a remote area was secretly built by Lady Alia to avoid the eyes and ears of all Babington family members. Lady Alia almost never comes here. This is the last way Lady Alia left for herself.

This textile workshop was built on a slope, where numerous workshops of all sizes were lined up in a row. Her textile workshop was so inconspicuous among these workshops. There was no sign or plaque outside the entire workshop, just like a row house like a warehouse in the airport town.

When the magic caravan stopped here, I got out of the carriage and looked up at the nearby Mazzaro crater. The towering crater was like the broad bosom of a stone giant, embracing the entire imperial capital.

The flowing clouds above the blue sky were like the water of the Galloping Horse River, rolling over the top of the mountain, giving me the illusion that this crater was collapsing at any moment.

It is dozens of kilometers away from the Weiyang Lake. Standing on the hillside, you can even see the entire imperial capital. The lush trees on the roadside are green, like thin green lines, which confine the buildings in the imperial capital in squares. These buildings surround the Weiyang Lake. Seven towering magic towers are scattered in seven districts. Standing here, I can only vaguely see three magic towers. One belongs to the sixth district. The magic tower is clear, and the other two are very blurry.

The imperial capital fully demonstrates the characteristics of a magic city. Here, the floating royal city no longer has the oppressive feeling of floating overhead. The royal city is more like a huge island floating on the Weiyang Lake, with gorgeous palaces built on it. The castle occupies almost every inch of the floating island.

"Only by looking at the panoramic view of the imperial capital from here can you feel its magnificence. This capital of the Green Empire can give me a greater sense of security. This is why I am nostalgic for this city and don't want to leave." Lady Alia got off the magic caravan, stretched her plump body, and showed a hint of laziness.

She stood beside me and followed my gaze to look at the distant Weiyang Lake. A layer of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes, and a magnetic voice sounded beside my ear: "For a woman who has lived in the North since childhood, the sense of security here is unparalleled. You probably don't know what kind of life I lived when I was a child. Every winter, every morning when I woke up, I would be glad in my heart that I had not been eaten as breakfast by those vicious barbarians. I would have the same nightmare almost every night."

Nightmares are only experienced by those who are about to become slaves.

"There are also cannibals in the imperial capital, but they are more civilized when they eat people. They will tie napkins and place people on exquisite silver plates. They will decorate the table with some flowers to make the environment more warm. They will pray before eating to eliminate the last bit of uneasiness in their conscience. They will also look at the food on the plate with a compassionate look, tell them the sins they have committed in their lives, and make them feel that being eaten is the salvation of their souls..." I found that my smile was a little cold. This is originally a world where the strong prey on the weak. The largest slave owner in the Green Empire is naturally Charles the Great, and even I can't remove myself completely.

Lady Alia was speechless after being refuted by my words. She glanced at me angrily, and her pearly teeth gently bit her rosy lips. She pointed to the gate across the stone road and said, "I'm going to eat people now. Do you want to go?"

"Of course, we agreed to enjoy the future feast together. How can you leave me behind!" I followed her and said anxiously.

Lady Alia's white shoulders were stained with a layer of fine sweat like dewdrops. The summer heat turned the imperial capital into a huge steamer in such an afternoon.

Lady Alia squinted her eyes, pouted her lips and glared at me, saying: "Aren't you afraid of being annoyed by seeing my ugly face with blood on the corner of my mouth?"

I said with a smile: "Then wipe your mouth carefully to make yourself look better. Maybe we can draw a big cake for them. In fact, such a cake only needs a piece of parchment..."

"Boring, do you need to spend any thoughts on those slaves?" Lady Alia seemed to not understand my thoughts. She probably thought that these thoughts of mine were not what a noble should have, so she argued with me angrily: "Let them work well. If they don't obey, starve them. If they resist, take out the whip in your hand. Is it necessary to worry about what they think in their hearts?"

On these issues, she would not give in at all.

On the contrary, Catalina didn't care about our argument at all. She was enjoying this beautiful afternoon. Nothing seemed to affect her mood.

Catalina took one of my arms and looked at Lady Alia's face curiously. Although Catalina lived in the lower class of the imperial capital when she was a child, she was a native of the imperial capital. As Qige's personal maid, she could not understand the kind of life described by Lady Alia in her heart. But she had half the blood of the orcs in her bones. She blinked her ruby-like eyes and said to me with great yearning: "Ji Jia, when can you take me back to El City?"

"In winter, it's summer now, the season when everything grows. It's a busy scene there, but no barbarians will come out to make trouble at this time. In El City, only winter is the hunting season." I said almost close to Catalina's crystal ear, making her cheeks flush.

Catalina nodded gently. Seeing the shy look on her face, a fascination appeared in her eyes, like a ripe red apple.

A breeze blew her soft red hair. She was still a head taller than me, and her curvy figure made it difficult for her to look like a little bird beside me. I also enjoyed the intoxicating feeling of being in her arms.

When I walked into the textile workshop owned by Lady Alia, I found that the building in this workshop was more than twice as large as the rune board workshop I saw at noon. Moreover, this textile workshop was not affected by the ball incident. The whole workshop was running in an orderly manner. I didn't expect that the tall maid next to Lady Alia would run over briskly with her gauze skirt like a deer in the forest, with a happy smile on her face after meeting again, and bowed slightly to Lady Alia.

"What a clever girl! If you were trapped in that manor, I would not be able to get you out of the Babington family with my current ability. I am so happy that you can escape from the manor. Thank the Statue of Liberty." Lady Alia leaned forward, holding the maid's fair face with one hand and holding her hand with the other hand, saying with great joy.

The maid bowed her head slightly, and her long chestnut hair fell on both sides of her face like a waterfall, revealing a snow-white neck. She whispered to Lady Alia: how she cleverly took advantage of the chaos in Babington Manor at the beginning, deceived the manor gatekeeper, took a carriage of a noble gentleman to leave the first block, and successfully arrived at the textile workshop in the sixth block, waiting anxiously for Lady Alia to appear.

At this time, an old man in simple and concise noble clothing walked out of the workshop. Seeing a second-class viscount noble medal on his chest, I knew that he was one of the countless low-ranking nobles in the imperial capital. However, I couldn't guess his relationship with Lady Alia. Seeing him walk over calmly, Lady Alia comforted her personal maid and nodded slightly to the old man.

Lady Alia's face was like a spring breeze, and she said gently: "Mr. Amos, it seems that the workshop has been managed very well recently. Thank you for keeping the workshop running during this storm."

"This is what I should do, Lady Alia." The old man saluted Lady Alia, and he was quite aristocratic. He stood straight. Even in such hot weather, he was still wearing a noble dress, and the button on his collar was fastened. He looked like a very old-fashioned person.

And as soon as they met, he didn't ask about Lady Alia's recent situation, but immediately began to describe the situation in the workshop: "You left a large amount of raw materials in the workshop before, enough for the workshop to work day and night for three months. Lord Luke Maine came the day before yesterday and transported the last batch of silk, but it seems that he has no intention of renewing the order..."

"... Reduce the orders for silk and fine cotton cloth in the workshop as much as possible. Recently, I plan to process a batch of more value-added cloth." Once she entered the workshop, Lady Alia seemed to have changed. Her bright eyes looked around everything, with strong confidence in her eyes. Walking in the silk reeling workshop, she was like a queen inspecting her territory.

The tail outlets of the rows of looms in the workshop spit out pure white silk little by little. It seems that this workshop processes the most silk.

Across the steaming pool, there were countless fist-sized white silk cocoons floating in it, as if they were reeling silk. I pointed at those fist-sized silk cocoons and asked Mrs. Alia curiously: "Are those the cocoons of the phantom ghost moth?"

Alia Lu said in surprise: "You even know this? Does the magic academy even teach this?"

I touched my nose, but I couldn't say that I learned the knowledge of this phantom ghost moth from Old Kuru in the wasteland.

For this kind of ghost moth, the beast hunters in the wasteland naturally can't miss it. They usually live in groups by the quiet lake covered with low white ring vines. The larvae of these ghost moths like to eat the leaves of white ring vines. The orc tribe has limited knowledge of this kind of ghost moth, but they can't ignore the value of their cocoons. Human merchants use silver coins to buy this kind of silk cocoons, which makes every tribal orc in the wasteland know that these phantom ghost moth silk cocoons are very valuable. As a qualified orc tribe hunter, you should not only know how to collect herbs and skinning, but also know all the valuable things in the wasteland.

However, the first time I saw this thing, it was just as described by Old Kuru. It was as big as a fist. I thought this kind of silk cocoon was also like a silk cocoon, but it looked very different.

At this time, Madam Alia and the workshop manager Amos were standing next to a water tank, talking quietly.

I walked over and found that there were spider silk ingots soaked in the water tank. I didn't know what kind of potion was in it, and it exuded a strange smell. I wanted to steady Madam Alia and ask what the potion in the pool was for, but I held back.

Looking at the silk ingots that kept spinning rapidly on the shaft, three spider silks rotated and gathered into a silk thread. The three spider silks flowed with a faint magical aura and gathered together. They were strangely fused together. It turned out that this was the spider silk magic pattern line, but I didn't understand why the three completely independent spider silks were entangled together, and the magic power attached to the spider silk was magically fused together.