Indeed, Gawain was impressed by the Iron Ball Alien's ability to transform metal at an extremely fast speed. At first, he was amazed by the Iron Ball Alien's high efficiency in processing metal parts, but he soon realized that compared to this processing speed, the Iron Ball Alien's precision was probably a greater asset.
Speed was nothing — Gwen knew this very well. Although the speed of the Nicholas egg's processing could scare everyone to death, Gwen knew very well that in the real industrial production model, no matter how fast an individual's speed was, it was meaningless. Was it fast to process a hundred parts in a few minutes? It was indeed faster than a blacksmith's hammer, but in the industrial era, with just a few random production lines, this bit of processing speed would immediately be overtaken by those machines!
Although Gwen could not simply shoot a production line now, he already had the prototype of the magical engine. He believed that one day, he would be able to shoot a production line with a wave of his hand. Sooner or later, the efficiency advantage of the Nicholas egg would fade away as more and more machines were put into production. But his other advantage would not be so easily replaced by machines. At least compared to his efficiency, this advantage would be replaced a little slower.
His precision.
The parts that he 'squeezed' out of scraps were not made at random. Gwen could see at a glance that they were actually miniature versions of the exposed parts of the prototype of the magical engine. And each part was far more exquisite than the blacksmith's handiwork. Even the metal sculptures were made out of hair. It was simply amazing!
"Precision?" The Nicholas egg seemed to have realized something. He thought seriously and answered confidently, "It depends on how many things are processed at the same time. There will be a lot of errors if I process a hundred parts at a time. But if I only process single-digit parts at a time, and let me process slowly … the errors are probably dozens of times thinner than your hair. Of course, the specific speed depends on the complexity and size of the parts. But in my opinion, the most complicated part of the machine you have made is also very simple. "
Gwen: "?!"
The metal ball did not hear Gwen for a long time. It could not help but float over and touch the latter's arm. "Hey, why are you not talking?"
"I'll leave the first generation of industrial machine to you!"
"Huh?"
Gwen did not explain too much to the other party, because his heart was completely filled with joy, and he could barely spare any energy to say anything else.
Yes, the first generation of industrial machine tools, or the so-called 'working machine', was the foundation of everything and the most important link that allowed the entire industrial chain to be established. Instead of having Nicholas churn out mass-produced parts repeatedly, it was better for him to make use of his advantage in precision and efficiency to create working machines that could be used to produce other machine components in the shortest amount of time. Whether it was the various machine tools for processing parts or the 'rune drawing machine' that could engrave simple runes in batches, only by creating these things could he tie his foundation to the surging power provided by the magical engine and gather the strength to fight before the wall on the other side of the mountain crumbled.
At this time, he even felt a little regretful that he had not realized the potential of this metal ball earlier. If he had directly participated in the development of the prototype of the mana engine, perhaps this day would have come sooner.
However, he did not let this feeling of regret linger for too long. Before he saw it with his own eyes today, who would have thought that this metal ball's ability to control metal would be so powerful? To be honest, Gwen even suspected that Nicholas had not thought of it himself.
And there was one more thing that he was not blinded by the ability of Nicholas: this metal ball was a special individual, an individual that could not be replicated or regenerated, and under any circumstances, it was extremely irrational to put the entire system on one individual. It was good that Nicholas could produce the first generation of industrial machine tools, but what if there was an accident? What if he could not control a certain key metal material? What if he had an accident? What if there was a unique equipment of this world that could not be made of metal?
So Gwen quickly calmed down and realized that Mr. Nicholas (or Miss? Is this a male or female ball?) was perhaps the biggest help he had encountered so far, but he could not completely rely on him.
He still had to ensure that there were ordinary people involved in the process of building the industrial base.
So he looked at the anxious old blacksmith and the rune craftsmen and nodded slightly. "Don't worry that your craftsmanship will not come in handy in the future. The territory will always lack manpower, at most the way you work will change a little in the future."
Then he looked at Nicholas and asked, "Are you willing to be my supervisor of mechanical manufacturing?"
Nicholas answered simply, "Of course, why not? It's rare to find something to do."
"Well, you will be in charge of making machines for me. Soon I will give you some blueprints and processing tasks. Try to get those things done as soon as possible. Considering the convenience of the materials, this shed next to the steel factory is for you to use. Also, your first task is to make three more magical engines. I want to use them in key places like the mine and the steel factory. "
Although Gwen gave Nicholas the title of "machine maker", at this stage, the latter still had the spare energy to help expand the scale of those mass-produced machines. In line with the principle that the ball should be used to the best of its ability, Gwen did not hesitate to assign a lot of production tasks to the ball.
It seemed to be quite happy.
And looking at the energetic Nicholas, Gwen gradually calmed down.
With the help of such a cheat-level transmigrator egg, if he did not consider the social structure and only considered the technological tree, he felt that he could not only leap forward, but also leapfrog development.
But in such a happy mood, he keenly noticed that the old blacksmith, Hamel, who was standing in the corner, still looked a little gloomy.
But in the end, Gwen did not say anything to persuade him.
After all, Hamel was an old blacksmith who had been working with hammers and anvils for decades. He believed in his hammers and was deeply proud, just like Knight believed in his swords and martial arts. However, the sudden appearance of an iron ball, a "metal master" who was born with the ability to control metal, completely crushed the old blacksmith's confidence.
This might not be a fatal blow because before Nicholas appeared, there was already a profession of "dwarven craftsmen" in this world, which was far superior to human blacksmiths. Hamel was not stimulated by an individual whose "craftsmanship" crushed his own. What really made the blacksmith depressed was probably that he had vaguely realized the future.
It seemed that the future of using machines to drive sledgehammers was not far away.
Hamel had a keenness that was rare among ordinary people in this era.
But what could Gwen say now? Tell Hamel to adapt to his identity as the "person in charge of the steel industry" as soon as possible and stop thinking about his blacksmithing career, or tell him that craftsmen would not completely decline. Even in another highly industrialized world, blacksmiths would still have an unshakable foundation for survival. It was too early to tell Hamel these things.
Hopefully, he could quickly adapt to the changes in this world because faster changes were coming soon.
Gwen sighed in his heart and then broke the silence. "The newly established department needs a name. For the time being, it will be called Cecil Machinery Manufacturing Institute. Nicholas, you are the head of machinery and the first director, the same rank as Hamel, who is the head of the steel industry. In addition, you can choose some of the hundred blacksmiths to be long-term assistants, but the list has to be submitted to me for review. "
"Okay, it's faster to have someone to help. They can help with the assembly." Nicholas bobbed up and down, expressing his agreement.
On the way out of the Machinery Manufacturing Institute, Heti frequently looked at Gwen.
"What's wrong?" Gwen asked her curiously.
"Nothing, it's just that I rarely see you so happy." Heti showed a warm smile. "You're usually very serious with a straight face, but today you smiled a lot."
Gwen was surprised. "I'm usually very serious?"
He mused that his usual mental activities were actually quite intense. Moreover, he had been tempered by Hu Po all day long, and now he was practically a semi-professional sidekick. Although he didn't often lose his ancestor's dignity, he didn't have to keep a straight face, right?
Unexpectedly, Heti nodded seriously. "You may not notice it, but you're usually very serious."
Gwen suddenly touched his hairline a little worriedly, then touched his chin thoughtfully. "It's probably because of the square face and the beard …"
"Huh?"
Gwen immediately waved his hand. "No, it's nothing."
Heti still had a lot of housework to deal with, so she said goodbye to Gwen halfway. Watching Heti's figure gradually disappear from sight, the happy expression on Gwen's face gradually disappeared, and a trace of seriousness emerged.
He did not go straight back to his tent, but turned a little on the road and came to a wooden house located in the southwest of the camp.
This wooden house was bigger than the surrounding houses, and there was a large nursery in front and behind the house. A variety of plants grew in the nursery, most of which were medicinal materials with various effects, and the rest were more common plants that could be used as spellcasting materials after processing.
Judging from the nursery alone, one could judge the uniqueness of this wooden house.
This was the residence of Druil and Pitman. It was also the place where he worked. Although he looked quite unreliable, the residence and workshop were quite decent.
Gwen came to the front of the wooden house and saw a sign hanging on the door. There were a few lines of words written in flamboyant calligraphy:
Pitman's Apothecary Shop, sells all kinds of medicinal herbs and finished alchemy potions, sells Druil amulets, transportation accessories, part-time antique appraisal, divination (learning), professional lockpicking, lock repairing, roof mending, home chef (can also take care of children, under three years old not allowed).
Gwen looked at the wooden sign with a blank expression, and there was no ripple in his heart.
The little old man knew that the illiterate civilians could not understand the words on the sign, but he still insisted on hanging this thing on the door. This could only be explained as a personal hobby.
Gwen shook his head and reached out to knock on the door, but before his hand could touch the door, the wooden door had already opened from the inside.
Pitman's wrinkled face appeared in his sight. "Ah, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Gwen was stunned. "You knew I was coming?"
Could it be that this old man had really learned divination?
However, Pitman shook his head. "I just leaned against the window and saw you coming this way."
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