The construction of Weave 1 went smoothly. On the one hand, Rebecca was talented in this area. On the other hand, the 'Weave' used the most basic rune arrangement. That rogue mage used his computing power and creativity to simplify this inconceivable magic formation to the extreme. Even the materials needed for the magic formation were reduced to an unimaginable level. Quartz sand that commoners could buy could be used as the main material, and the key nodes only needed a little mithril and obsidian as conductive materials. The cost was completely within what Cecil could afford.
After all, that rogue mage was extremely down and out. If he had not simplified the Weave to this extent, he would not have been able to come up with something like this.
However, the smooth progress of a project meant that the pressure related to the project would follow.
In Gwen's vision, the territory first had to ensure that there was sufficient steel production. With steel, there would be weapons, equipment, tools, and basic facilities to produce the next level of products. Only building the smelting facilities was the first step. The more important thing was to complete the construction of the eastern mining area and ensure a continuous supply of ores.
The construction of the mines required more resources. In the absence of heavy machinery, they could only rely on manpower to excavate the mountain. At the same time, they also needed more manpower.
At the same time, the construction of the camp had to speed up. Replacing the tents with wooden houses was only a temporary measure. A truly stable camp could not be built with wood. However, were there any more convenient and faster construction techniques and materials in this era?
After putting everything in front of him, Gwen felt how difficult it was to start from scratch. Even with the help of magic and a temporarily worry-free financial reserve, it was not easy to build a new home on a piece of empty land.
At this time, he could not help but look forward to the aid promised by Francis II. Food and cloth were one thing, but more importantly, the 100 craftsmen and apprentices. 100 people. Even if many of them were unlucky people who were pushed aside and forced to open up wastelands in the south, they were still 100 technical talents!
For Cecil's territory, which only had a population of 800 people, what did it mean to have 100 technical talents?
It was a concept that could wake Gwen up from his sleep and startle the soldiers on night duty.
Unfortunately, it would take more than half a month at the earliest.
Speaking of talents, Gawain recalled that it had been two days since Amber set off … and there was still no news from him. Speaking of which, could that shameless Shame of All Things really have taken a few gold bars and run away?
In the big tent in the center of the camp, Gwen's mind was filled with many thoughts. He tried to focus on the drawings and tables in front of him. Betty was sitting on a cushion not far away, her head nodding off little by little.
The drawings in front of Gwen's eyes were the new furnace he was designing. It had a similar shape and structure to the blast furnace on Earth, but the internal operation mechanism was completely different. He had to reserve space for the magic array to work, and he also had to consider that the magic-conducting structure of the furnace was as close as possible to the buried Magic Net No. 1. At the same time, he had to consider that the molten iron could not destroy the magic patterns on the furnace body.
This was something completely different from the Magic Net and the waterwheel. Gwen had to combine the knowledge of the two worlds to complete this design. If the Magic Net was the foundation stone of Cecil's territory, then the design of such a strange "hybrid furnace" was Gwen's "foundation" for himself.
Gwen was very clear that only by completing this design, many of the wild ideas in his mind could be realized, and no one could help him in this regard.
He completed the design of the combustion chamber and the molten iron drainage. He also reserved space for drawing the magic array according to Gwen Cecil's knowledge. Then he rubbed his forehead and stretched out his hand to the side. "Betty, help me get the sheepskin bag with the drawings … the one with the red rope."
There was no response, only a slight snoring sound. He turned his head and saw the sleepy little handmaiden had curled up into a small ball on the cushion, sleeping soundly.
It seemed that it was really boring to let her sit here with him.
Gwen shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. When he was about to get up to get the sheepskin bag, he saw Betty suddenly get up with her eyes closed. She then walked to the corner of the tent dizzily, opened the box, took out the sheepskin bag, and staggered in front of him.
She barely opened her eyes during the whole process.
Gwen took the sheepskin bag in amusement. He put away the drawings and looked at Betty trying to open her eyes. "If you are sleepy, go to sleep first. I don't know how long I will have to work."
Betty finally woke up. She tried to open her eyes and shook her head. "I'm not sleeping. Master is still awake. I'm not sleeping!"
Then she lowered her head and looked at the drafts that Gwen spread on the table. She seemed to be very serious. Gwen was a little curious. "Can you understand these?"
"No …" Betty shook her head. "I can't read …"
"Oh, then you must be bored reading these." Gwen laughed. "No wonder you fell asleep just now."
"I'm not sleeping!" Betty quickly shook her head, and then her eyes involuntarily drifted to the drafts full of words. "Master, you know a lot of words …"
She was obviously sleepy just now, but now looking at the drafts on the table, her sleepiness seemed to have passed. This made Gwen couldn't help but find it interesting. He tried to ask, "Do you want to learn to read?"
Betty nodded subconsciously, but then shook her head nervously. She pinched a button on her maid's uniform. "Mrs. Hansen said that maids can't read, and it's fine to do a good job."
"That's all nonsense. Everyone can read!" Gwen immediately corrected her, and then said a little on a whim, "If you want to learn, I can teach you a little."
Betty's eyes couldn't help but drift to the papers again, but this time she shook her head before nodding. "But Knight Philip said that the paper and pens in the territory are very precious, and they can't be wasted on me …"
Gwen was stunned. He was about to say that there was a lot of paper here, but then he realized that Knight Philip's words had a certain degree of truth. The territory couldn't be self-sufficient, and the communication with Tanzania Town could only rely on messengers on horseback. These materials were really used less and less. Giving them to Betty to practice writing was indeed a little extravagant.
What's more, he didn't know if the girl could really learn. What if she was just fooling around?
But looking at the little girl's silly look, Gwen couldn't help but laugh. "Wait here for a while."
He ran to pick up a branch and brushed it with his hand. Under the effect of Knight's power, all the burrs and forks on the branch were cleaned up. Then he used a knife to trim one end of the branch and handed it to Betty. "Practice on the ground first. We'll talk about it when you're done."
Betty took the branch in a daze. Then she saw Gwen turn around and take a piece of paper from the desk and write. Soon, he finished writing a "copybook". The basic alphabet was written in a large font on the yellowed coarse paper, and there was a huge word below.
Gwen handed the paper to Betty. "The alphabet is on the top, and your name is below. Practice according to it. If there's anything you don't know, ask me."
Betty reacted for a moment, and then she took the paper as if it was a treasure. She was so happy that she almost had a snot bubble coming out of her nose.
There was still soil in the tent, but it was compacted. Gwen drew a space beside his desk for Betty as an area for her to practice calligraphy.
After helping the little girl loosen the soil, he returned to the desk, and the little handmaiden squatted next to him and began to practice the basic alphabet clumsily.
She looked quite good.
Gwen thought of a lesson he had learned in his previous life, and then he shook his head and smiled. After this little episode, he felt that his spirit was relaxed a lot, and his thoughts were active again. He took out another draft and prepared to solve another problem.
But this quiet atmosphere didn't last long. After a while, Gwen heard a noise outside the tent.
He comforted Betty and let the little girl practice calligraphy in peace, and then he quickly walked out of the tent.
Byron Knight was also running in this direction. Looking at the slightly anxious expression on his face, Gwen knew that something had happened.
When the other party came closer, without waiting for Knight to speak, Gwen took the initiative to ask, "What's the matter?"
"Sir, the soldiers stationed in the treasure house in the mountain reported that they heard strange movements from the treasure house, like the sound of rubbing against the rock wall or something colliding. But the door of the treasure house was sealed, and they couldn't go in, so they couldn't confirm the situation in the treasure house, so they had to send the news first."
There's a problem in the ruins?!
Gwen admitted that he was really breaking out in a cold sweat at this moment. Everything can be discussed, but that treasure house can't go wrong!
That's a real coffin!
But then he calmed down. If this news had come a few days earlier, he might have been more panicked, but fortunately, he had been arranging for people to move the important materials from the treasure house to the camp. Although not all of them were moved out, at least a third of them were moved out. Even if something really happened to the treasure house, or even the whole thing collapsed, it wouldn't be so painful to death …
In short, after comforting himself, Gwen was completely calm. Besides, it was dark now, and Byron probably didn't notice the cold sweat on his master's forehead just now.
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Gwen weighed whether he should immediately set off to check the situation or wait until the next day, and quickly came to a conclusion. Sleep my * ss! Who could sleep with this kind of thing hanging in the heart?! Rebecca's mentality would probably collapse!
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