"Boss, the fried rice is going to burn." Miya's voice appeared beside Mag's ear, pulling him back from his thoughts.
The wok in his hands quickly went into stir-frying mode. Meg glanced at the fried rice in the wok that had already changed color, and thought to himself, That was close. I almost wasted the food.
After putting the roasted pig's eyes and pig's eyes sashimi to the back of his mind, Meg began to focus on dealing with the busy business hours.
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Mia glanced at Meg with a puzzled expression. Boss was usually very focused when he was cooking, and such a situation where he was zoning out during the fried rice cooking process had never happened before.
"Serve the dishes. I'm a little lost in my thoughts," Meg explained to Mia with a smile as he scooped the fried rice from the wok onto a few plates.
"Mm-hmm." Mia nodded, and turned to serve the dishes to the customers with a smile.
"If I knew it was so easy to earn money from selling alcohol in Chaos City, Grandpa would have come earlier." Hannah put her chin on the counter and looked at the drinkers who were moved to tears as they drank the rum that cost 1,000 copper coins a glass, and muttered softly.
All these years, she and her grandfather had been brewing alcohol for the chief and the nobles in the Falk Tribe. Their income wasn't much, and the money that they had saved for so many years was all gone after she built a few brewing machines.
But in Chaos City, a small glass of alcohol could actually be sold for 1,000 copper coins. That barrel of 15-year-old rum could hold over 1,200 glasses, so it could be sold for 1,220,000 copper coins!
After doing the math seriously, Hannah suddenly regretted selling the rum to the new chief at a low price in the Falk Tribe. There were hundreds of barrels of aged rum stored in the wine cellar, and there were dozens of barrels older than 15-year-old rum. If they were to be moved to Chaos City …
And she actually sold all of them for 500,000 copper coins.
No, I have to go draw the blueprint immediately and build the brewing machine as soon as possible. Then, in another 15 years, I will be able to wake up laughing while lying on countless oak barrels! Hannah jumped up from the chair and ran upstairs. She locked herself in the study and continued to draw.
The process of turning the complicated brewing machine from a messy draft into a design with clear dimensions required complicated verification and calculations. Fortunately, the boss had taught her how to use the decimal system and calculations in addition to teaching her how to draw the machine yesterday.
After he was done with this trip, Mag went upstairs to check on Hannah, who was in the study, after he saw all the drunk customers were sent into the horse-drawn carriages.
Unlike yesterday, when she couldn't even hold a pencil firmly and couldn't draw straight lines, Hannah, who was bent over the table and drawing today, already showed a pretty good professional level. The sketch had already been redrawn, and the dimensions of each part were displayed on the paper in three views.
It wasn't that Meg hadn't considered giving Hannah a professional graphics computer to let her learn CAD and Pro/E, but considering the current industrial level of this world, he ultimately rejected the idea. After all, the system might not be able to complete the purchase.
Back then, didn't the Chinese scientists also rely on paper and pen to create an atomic bomb? It wouldn't be so troublesome to create a brewing machine that didn't require much technology.
Meg watched for a while, then quietly closed the door and left. Hannah was clearly more professional when it came to brewing.
He might have a more efficient plan, but for branded alcohol, the most important thing for high profits wasn't the production, but the unique and strong taste.
Normal rum could only sell for 10 copper coins a cup, while Old Sim could sell for 1,000 copper coins a cup. This was the embodiment of the brand value.
Meg changed his clothes, put on the Hundred Transformation Mask, and equipped the Tian Du sword. He left the restaurant with Irina and headed to the city lord's manor.
"Alex, long time no see." Michael looked at Meg and extended his right hand.
"Lord Michael." Meg only nodded slightly, but didn't extend his hand.
"Our dragon-slaying knight hasn't changed at all." Michael withdrew his hand with a smile, and didn't show any displeasure.
Meg glanced at Michael without batting an eyelid. Although this city lord looked boorish, his acting was quite good.
"Alright, let's talk about the black fog and the evil god." Irina directly interrupted everyone's hypocritical pleasantries.
"That's good too. This matter concerns the future of the Norland Continent. We should have a good talk." Michael's smile faded, and he nodded with a solemn expression.
Everyone sat down at the round table in the secret chamber, and the atmosphere started to become tense.
"The first person I met who was corroded by the black fog, or perhaps controlled by the devil, was Borg. After being controlled by the devil, his power had an obvious increase. Perhaps this was the reason why he sold his soul to the devil. "During that period of time, there was an evil aura that tried to corrode the Tree of Life, and posed a great threat to the Tree of Life. However, it was stopped under the influence of a certain force.
"During the battle at the goblins' border, I used the Holy Light to break Borg's black fog, and then killed him. This proved that the Holy Light had an obvious suppressive effect on the black fog," Irina said.
"So Borg was controlled by the devil, and he actually tried to corrode the Tree of Life." Michael and Rolan were both shocked. They didn't receive any information about this.
"If the devil used a powerful force as bait, I'm afraid not many people could resist this temptation," Rolan said with a grave expression.
Meg continued, "In the Boundless Sea Realm, we found an island shrouded in black fog. Alfred was receiving the devil's power on that island. We found a strange stone statue there. When I looked into its eyes, my spirit was pulled into a strange space. It was an extremely huge stone palace. At the end of the stone palace, there was a skeleton sitting on the throne. The first thing he said was, 'Young man, do you desire power?'"
The atmosphere in the secret room became even more solemn. Power was something that all the races in this world pursued. Before the environment where the strong were respected changed, not many people would be able to resist great power.
"I still used the Holy Light to break the stone statue, and the black fog was also expelled with the Holy Light. Normal magic has no effect on the black fog," Irina added.
"If only the Holy Light can get rid of the black fog, this is not good news." Rolan frowned, and said, "Light-element mages are rare to begin with, and those who can form the Holy Light are even rarer. Once the black fog erupts all over the world, I'm afraid we won't have any effective means to get rid of it."
"We have to find the source of the black fog as soon as possible and get rid of it, or find a better way to get rid of the black fog. If we sit and wait, we'll only see things get worse. Those fellows can live for countless years, and we don't have that much time," Meg said in a low voice.
"Luckily, we left one alive. Ferdinand is still in our hands." Irina's tone was much more relaxed.
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