Meg admitted that he couldn't bear the responsibility of protecting the tribe. He even worried if he could be a good father and husband.
Gina stared at Meg blankly as if she didn't expect him to reject her. She was stunned for a while before she helplessly said, "I-did I do something wrong?"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong. Lantisde didn't do anything wrong, either." Meg placed his hand on Gina's head gently to calm her flustered emotions. He smiled at her, and said, "If Lantisde doesn't fight with other tribes, you naturally don't have to worry about them entering the sea to fight with you. Why do you have to hand over the scepter to an outsider like me and be controlled by others? I will always be Lantisde's friend. If you need my help, I naturally won't sit back and do nothing.
Moreover, I'm just a human, not some god. I like to cook, I like restaurants, and I like such a simple life. Power is nothing to me. "
Gina looked at Meg with her mouth slightly agape. He seemed to be emitting a holy glow, just like the savior who appeared in the crystal ball that day.
"A simple … happy life." Gina seemed to have understood something. She nodded vigorously. "I will go back and tell Father and the high priest the truth."
"Go." Meg retracted his hand with encouragement in his eyes.
Meg heaved a sigh of relief as he watched Gina leave. Luckily, Irina wasn't around. Otherwise, he would have to explain what it meant to follow him for life.
"Hannah's rum brewery should be completed by now, right?" Meg pushed his bicycle out as he prepared to go to the north of the city to check on the progress of Hannah's rum brewery. Many customers had been asking about rum recently.
Secondly, Meg was also preparing to put the mass production of Maotai and whiskey on the agenda.
Brewing beer on his balcony was already the limit. The brewing of whiskey and Maotai required a bigger venue and a longer brewing time. Building a brewery and entering the mass production stage was naturally a very good idea.
Alcohol was a very profitable industry. Beer, rum, whiskey, and Maotai. With Meg in his hands, he was very confident that he could monopolize the high-end alcohol market on the Norland Continent.
As for the wine, Meg decided not to replace the Buffett Winery for the time being, for the sake of The Hill.
"Host, please don't be addicted to making money. As a candidate for the God of Cookery, exporting delicacies to this world is what you should be doing!" the system reminded.
"Money? I have never touched money. I have no interest in it. I just want the wine lovers in this world to be able to enjoy real wine, so that those inferior wines can have a sense of crisis and direction of improvement, "Meg said with a lofty expression.
He rode out of the shop and greeted Mobai and Lu Lu, who were resting in front of the blacksmith shop. He whistled and rode away.
"Mr. Mak is such a dashing person," Mobai said with a smile as he looked at Meg's back.
"He is a good person," Lu Lu said with a silly smile.
…
Before he reached the brewery, Meg could already see the white smoke coming out of the tall chimney from afar.
This lass really can't wait to start work. Meg raised his eyebrows. It seemed like Hannah had already started testing the machine.
He could understand Hannah's impatience. After all, this rum brewery, from the machine drawings to the layout of the factory, was all rushed out by her day and night. After that, she even squatted at the construction site every day and watched the two shifts of craftsmen work overtime to build it.
It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the crystallization of her painstaking efforts.
Bam!
Meg had just parked his bicycle at the entrance of the brewery when an explosion came from inside.
"This is?" Meg looked at the tall chimney swaying in a cloud of black smoke, and fell down unwillingly.
A group of craftsmen who were perfecting the details of the factory's environment ran out in a panic with a face full of fear.
Mag dashed into the billowing black smoke immediately, and pulled Hannah, who was still in a daze, out.
Hannah, whose face was blackened, and her hair was standing on end like a golden lion king, was stunned for a moment. She blinked before she noticed Mag. Then, she revealed a shocked expression. "It … It exploded!"
"Yeah, I saw it." Meg pursed his lips and tried not to laugh out loud.
"It … It exploded just like that!" Hannah looked innocent as she repeated with a sobbing voice.
"Yeah, I saw it …" Meg turned his head and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He was professionally trained.
But he couldn't hold it in.
After Meg finished laughing, he turned back to look at Hannah, who was in a daze, and patted her shoulder to comfort her, "It's okay. The people are still here. Everything can start from the beginning."
"Start from the drawing?" Hannah's eyelids rolled, and she fainted in Meg's arms.
"This child …" Meg hugged Hannah, and first instructed the craftsmen present to put out the fire caused by the explosion. He didn't want them to be in a hurry to clean up the scene, and sent Hannah to the nearby textile factory.
Irina wasn't there, but there were mages who knew healing spells, and there was also a professional hospital. After all, there were 30,000 Night Elves.
The explosion didn't hurt Hannah. She fainted because of exhaustion and the despair of having to draw again.
The elven healer cast a calming spell on her, and her furrowed brows relaxed. Her breathing gradually calmed down, and she fell asleep.
That elf also cast a cleaning spell on her, and cleaned Hannah, who was covered in soot, and changed her clothes.
The elf came out of the room, and said to Meg, "She'll be fine after she wakes up."
"Thanks for the trouble. Let her rest here for a while, I'll pick her up later." Meg glanced at Hannah, who was lying quietly, and turned to leave the infirmary.
Meg returned to the brewery.
Looking at the mess on the floor, he couldn't help but feel speechless.
The boiler had exploded, and the brewing machine was scattered all over the floor. The whole boiler room was in a mess.
Meg took out an N95 and put it on. He squinted his eyes at the smoke-filled factory, and asked in his mind, "System, check the problem."
"Host …"
"1000 copper coins." Meg covered the system's mouth.
"But the host has no money now …"
Meg's expression froze, and he smiled, "I have some private money."
After about a minute, the system's voice sounded. "Scanning complete. Reconstructing the 3D drawing according to the blueprint. Found six structural problems and three material problems. The brewing machine blueprint has been redrawn. Do you want to print it?"
"Of course." Meg nodded.
"Two copper coins per print. This blueprint has a total of 32 pages. The fee is 64 copper coins. Deducted!" The system's cheerful voice sounded.
Meg looked at the thick stack of blueprints in his hand, and complained about the system's greed in his heart. However, he was still quite satisfied with this abnormally standardized blueprint.
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