After business hours ended in the morning, Mag went to the factory in the north of the city.
Under Irina's personal supervision, 20,000 night elves took matters into their own hands and built exquisite log factories in a large open space in the north of the city.
If it weren't for the glaring chimneys standing there, Mag would almost have thought that he had entered an art park.
Of course, the combination of the chimney and the exquisite wood carving factory also reveals a shocking sense of contrast.
"Why are you here?" Irina, who had arrived at the factory early in the morning, looked at Mag walking into the office and asked a little surprised.
"Come and see how the construction of our art palace is going." Mag said with a smile.
"Isn't it a factory?" Irina opened the window. Her office was on the fifth floor, overlooking several surrounding factories.
"Probably only elves can build such a beautiful factory." Mag also walked to the window and looked at the basically completed factory. At a glance, he was amazed at the perfect combination of industry and nature.
"I have a question for you." Irina pointed at the chimney of the textile factory that was emitting black smoke and frowned slightly: "The smoke that comes out after burning coal is poisonous and has harmful effects on plants and animals. I don’t think we can continue to discharge this kind of negative impact, and we shouldn’t carry out large-scale promotion.”
Mag looked at the standing chimneys, the black smoke flying towards the blue sky and lingering for a long time.
Unexpectedly, I was caught by the Environmental Protection Bureau for discharging waste randomly in another world.
But looking at this scene, Mag thought of Britain during the First Industrial Revolution. The tall chimneys flamboyantly announced the arrival of the steam age, but humans still have to pay for everything they do, and the environment Deterioration, disease, and blue skies no longer exist.
Suddenly, he had doubts about his reckless decision to bring the steam engine into the world.
If the world enters the steam age under his intervention, will it be beneficial to this world where magic exists, or will it do more harm than good?
Mag is currently unable to determine the answer, nor does he have the ability to conduct a global deduction, but what he can determine is that if steam engines are popularized and develop disorderly, the blue sky may be lost forever.
"This is indeed a troublesome problem." Mag nodded, and the coal that had not been treated produced a large amount of waste gas after burning.
Elves are close to nature and must be very sensitive to this.
Mag was silent for a while and said: "I will conduct preliminary processing of the coal and desulfurize the smoke to reduce the emission of toxic gases."
"How much can it be reduced?" Irina asked.
"The methods currently available are relatively limited and can probably remove half of them." McGonagall thought for a moment.
"Okay, I'll deal with the remaining half." Irina smiled sweetly, "I was still thinking about how to deal with the other half. In this way, non-toxic emissions can be achieved."
"Huh?" Mag looked at Irina in surprise.
"I have planted a plant called adsorbent grass in the new chimney. It can survive in very extreme places and has very powerful absorption and purification capabilities. I have tested it and found that it is 50 meters long. In the chimney, it can effectively evolve more than half of the toxic gases and then convert them into harmless substances," Irina explained.
"There is such an operation!" Mag was indeed a little surprised. With the super powerful biological decontamination method, planting grass in the chimney can achieve more than 50% decontamination effect.
This grass is simply made for removing stains.
"Is this why you want to build your own factory?" Mag looked at Irina. He had previously proposed to let dwarf craftsmen build the factory, which was extremely efficient and highly accurate, but Irina rejected it.
"Yes." Irina nodded, overlooking the busy elves below, and said with a sense of mission: "We believe in the God of life, are close to the nature that raised us, and also love other living beings. It is absolutely There is no way to accept the destruction and exploitation of nature to gain wealth."
"But these iron lumps that can be moved by burning charcoal are not just used in our factories, right?" Irina looked sideways at Mag.
"Yes, this is a joint project between me, Miss Hill and the Lord's Palace of Chaos City. The original purpose is to launch steam trains and then apply steam engines to production to improve production efficiency." Mag nodded, these factories can It is considered to be a pilot project. It may not take too long for large-scale and wide-scale promotion. Steam engines will sweep the world and drag the world into the steam age.
"Can you control it?"
"No." Mag shook his head. No one could stop high efficiency from replacing inefficiency. The monster steam engine had been released by him, and he no longer had the ability to take it back.
Irina frowned.
"However, I may be able to ask them to reduce some emissions and reduce the harm to nature." Mag thought for a while and said.
"But it still hurts." Irina still frowned.
Mag is silent, although he thinks this is inevitable, but as Irina said, even if it is reduced, it will still hurt.
Human beings cannot cherish and care for nature and life like elves.
"If one day Amy can't see such a blue sky, does it matter?"
Mag's heart suddenly twitched. Amy has a pure heart like an elf, and her love for nature and life is no different from that of an elf. If the blue sky and white clouds disappear one day, she will definitely be very sad.
"I will try my best to prevent this day from coming." McGonagall promised seriously.
"I will accompany you." Irina looked at Mag with a smile.
Mag looked at the green factories below with a smile on his face and said, "That will be easy."
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"Boss, we still haven't asked for any information. None of the people arrested last night have been released, not even the girls from the brothel." The steward looked nervously at Bennet, who had a gloomy expression.
"Who is messing with me?" Bennett slapped his hand on the coffee table, his face gloomy.
Who could mobilize the power of the Gray Temple on such a scale? He still couldn't imagine when he would provoke such a terrifying enemy.
"Could it be the boss of Maimi Restaurant..."
"It can't be him!" Bennett shook his head categorically. In his list of enemies, McGonagall was not even in the top 100.
He is just a chef, what qualifications and abilities does he have to mobilize the Gray Temple to mess with him.
"However, now that the gambling den and brothel are gone, it seems that I have to do something serious." Bennet stood up, picked up the hat aside and put it on his head, and said in a low voice: "I want to Go meet Miss Reina again, the hot pot restaurant can be without her, but the recipe must have..."
