Meg wasn't in a hurry to return to the tavern. Instead, he went to Sean's mansion.
He stood in the darkness at a street corner and looked at the luxurious mansion not far away with a frown.
There were two 10th-tier powerhouses' auras there, but they couldn't stop him.
However, it wasn't a good time to kill Sean tonight.
Josh was already socially dead, and Sean was the only heir Andre had chosen to the throne.
As for the third prince, he was just a kid who liked carpentry, so he wasn't in Andre's consideration at all.
If he killed Sean now, he couldn't guarantee that Andre would do something crazy.
Sean was on his must-kill list, so he didn't care if Andre had an heir or not.
Because Andre would eventually die in his hands too.
He threw a piece of wood into the mansion, and then turned to leave.
Not long after, a 10th-tier powerhouse rushed out with a group of knights. They searched around, but returned without finding anything.
In the study, Sean looked at the stone with a terrifying demon carved on it that his subordinate presented to him. His face was a little pale.
Sean retracted his gaze, and ordered, "Send it to the palace tomorrow morning and report this to Royal Father."
Everyone left, and Sean's expression gradually calmed down. He mumbled to himself, "Good for you, Josh. You can't even protect yourself, yet you still remember to threaten me. I hope you can hide better and not let my men find you …"
…
Chaos City.
At the big square in front of the textile factory in the north of the city.
Irina stood on the stage, and loudly said, "Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. This is an eternal truth. We have to abandon our illusions and prepare for the final battle with the die-hards led by Helena. We have to completely liberate The Wind Forest, rescue our comrades from the fire and water, and rebuild The Wind Forest!"
"Down with Helena!"
"Rebuild The Wind Forest!"
The tens of thousands of elves in the square cheered at the same time!
His eyes were glowing. That was his yearning for freedom!
"I will select an elite Night Elven troop from among you. I hope to give Helena a heavy blow, but I don't want you to suffer unnecessary casualties because of this.
From today onwards, Ashley will be in charge of this. It's voluntary, so I hope everyone can actively participate, "Irina continued.
The audience cheered again.
Irina nodded slightly at Ashley, who was standing at the side, and then walked down the high platform.
"After this mobilization, it's equivalent to declaring war on The Wind Forest again. Have our people in The Wind Forest been arranged in place?" Irina returned to her office and asked Ashley, who had followed her in.
"Yes, the personnel have been arranged." Ashley nodded. "During this period of time, the internal division within The Wind Forest has given us many opportunities, and we have also obtained the support of many experts."
"Princess, there's one more thing." Ashley looked at Irina with a hesitant expression.
"Speak."
"What our clansmen are most concerned about is actually Her Majesty the Queen's attitude. I wonder if you're still able to communicate with Her Majesty the Queen," Ashley said.
Irina shook her head. "I can't contact the Queen either, but this matter concerns the fate of the elven race and the future of all of us. The Queen's attitude isn't important. What's important is what we really think."
Ashley's gaze gradually became clear. She nodded solemnly and said, "I will pass on this message to my clansmen."
…
Meg returned to the tavern. After washing up, he didn't rush to sleep. Instead, he went to the study.
According to his understanding, the most advanced printing factory on the Norland Continent used engraving printing. Hence, the picture albums were mainly in black and white.
Of course, there were also some high-end picture albums that were hand-drawn, and the colors would be more vibrant and rich.
However, the price of such picture albums was very high, and they were usually custom-made. For example, some rich people liked to look at picture albums with colors, and they might order a hand-drawn picture album from an artist.
If that exquisite picture album of his hadn't flown away, it should be able to sell for a very good price with the classic plot and exquisite illustrations.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance in the direction of the Titan Tavern.
The Titan Tavern had just closed for the day. The window facing it was closed, but the lights were on inside. He could even see a figure walking past occasionally. It should be the lady boss's boudoir.
Luckily, it's a Chinese version. I can't read the words, so it shouldn't be a problem, right? Meg mumbled in his heart, feeling a little guilty.
Retracting his thoughts, Meg thought seriously about the manufacturing plan for the printing machine.
He had a blueprint for the color printing machine in his mind. The process for this thing wasn't particularly complicated, but if he wanted to solve the entire problem in the alternate world, such as the paints, electronic components, and so on … it would take at least a year or two.
The steam locomotive was only able to be launched so quickly because the Hill had invested a lot of money and allocated a lot of manpower and resources.
It was a little too complicated to build a printing machine just to print a picture book.
"System, are there any secondhand printing machines for sale?" Meg asked in his heart.
"Host, please mind your words. This system is —"
"I'll give you more money."
"How much?"
"Twice."
"No matter how much you add, as a God of Cookery System, this system will never buy or sell secondhand printing machines!" the system said sternly.
"Then forget it. You're not the only system. I'll find Amy's system tomorrow and get one for free," Meg said leisurely as he pursed his lips.
System: "???"
…
The next morning, Meg woke up half an hour earlier than usual.
It wasn't that he was more diligent, but he was worried that Amy's stupid system would give her another breakfast of love mission.
Of course, there was another reason. He wanted to make a different breakfast of love for Amy and Anne.
He took out the dough that he had kneaded in advance last night from the fridge. After setting the temperature, it was now in the perfect state of fermentation.
The dough was pressed onto the chopping board and ravaged. Meg's two hands went deep and easy, and it kept changing shape in his hands.
It had been two days since he learned to make soup dumplings. Meg wasn't in a hurry to show them. Red oil wontons had become Amy's breakfast standard for the past two days, so he wanted to give them a different flavor today.
After rolling the dough, Meg took out the meat jelly that he had cooked last night from the fridge.
Meat jelly was a thick soup made from pig skin. It was the state it would take after it was frozen in the fridge.
This was the difference between soup dumplings and normal dumplings. It was also the soul of soup dumplings.
Before he learned how to make soup dumplings, Meg had always thought that the juice in the soup dumplings was injected with a syringe.
In addition to the minced meat, half of the stuffing was also filled with fresh crab meat and crab roe.
Crab roe soup dumplings were a delicacy that was hard to resist.
The crab meat and crab roe were stir-fried in a wok with spices to get crab oil. Then, they were mixed together with the stuffing. Before he even started to make the dumplings, the spices were already making him salivate.
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