"Boss, the fried rice is going to be burnt." Mia's voice rang in her ears, pulling Mag back from her thoughts.
The wok in his hand quickly entered the stir-fry mode. Mag glanced at the slightly discolored fried rice in the pot and secretly thought it was a big risk, as he almost wasted food.
Putting the roasted pig's eye and pig's eye sashimi aside for the time being, Mag began to concentrate on dealing with the busy business hours.
"What is the boss thinking about and he is lost in thought?" Mia glanced at Mag with some confusion. The boss usually cooks very seriously and attentively, but he has never been lost in thought during the process of frying rice like this.
"Let's serve, I'm a little lost in thinking." Mag put the fried rice in the pot into several plates and looked at Mia and explained with a smile.
"Yes." Mia nodded, smiled and turned around to serve the guests.
"If I had known it was so easy to make money selling alcohol in the City of Chaos, grandpa should have come here earlier." Hannah put her chin on the counter and looked at the drinkers who were moved to tears while drinking 1,000 copper coins a glass of rum. He muttered quietly.
Over the years, she and her grandfather had been brewing wine for the chiefs and powerful people in the Fake tribe, and their income was not much. After so many years of saving money, she built a few brewing machines and then lost them.
But in the city of chaos, a small glass of wine can be sold for 1,000 copper coins. A barrel of fifteen-year-old rum can hold more than 1,200 cups, so it can be sold for 1.22 million copper coins!
After carefully calculating the comparison, Hannah suddenly regretted that she had sold the rum to the new chief at a low price in the Faak tribe. The hundreds of barrels of old wine of different ages stored in the cellar were more than ten times the price. There are dozens of barrels even five years older. If you move to the city of chaos...
And she actually sold them all for half a million copper coins.
"No, I have to draw a picture immediately and build the brewing machine as soon as possible, so that in fifteen years, I can lie on countless oak barrels and wake up laughing!" Hannah jumped up from the chair and started kicking. He ran upstairs, locked himself in the study room, and began to continue contacting and drawing pictures.
Transforming the complex brewing machine from a messy draft into a design with clear dimensions required complicated verification and calculations. Fortunately, yesterday, in addition to teaching her drawings, her boss also taught her how to use decimal and calculations.
After finishing this trip, Mag watched the drunken guests being put into the carriage, and then went upstairs to take a look at Hannah who was working on a drawing in the study.
Different from the pure novice yesterday who couldn't even hold the pencil firmly and couldn't draw straight lines, Hannah, who was drawing at the desk today, has shown a good professional level. The sketch has been redrawn, and the three views are presented on the paper in a standard way. Dimensions of parts.
It’s not that Mag didn’t consider equipping Hannah with a professional drawing computer so that she could get started with CAD and Pro/E, but considering the current industrial level of the world, this plan was ultimately rejected by him. Anyway, the system It may not be possible to complete the purchase.
Back then, the flower gardening scientists also relied on pen and paper to invent the atomic bomb. It was not that troublesome to build a low-tech wine making machine.
Mag looked at it for a while and then quietly closed the door and left. Regarding brewing, Hannah was obviously more professional.
He may have a more efficient plan, but for branded wine, the most important thing about high profitability is not the output, but the unique and strong taste.
Ordinary rum can only be sold for ten copper coins a cup, but Laosim brand can be sold for a thousand copper coins a cup. This is the embodiment of brand value.
Mag changed his clothes, put on the Variety Mask and Tiandu Sword, and left the restaurant with Irina to go to the City Lord's Mansion.
"Alex, long time no see." Michael looked at Mag and stretched out his right hand.
"Lord Michael." Mag just nodded slightly without reaching out.
"Our dragon-slaying knight has remained the same as before." Michael retracted his hand with a smile, not showing any displeasure.
Mag glanced at Michael calmly. Although the city lord looked rough and big, he actually acted well.
"Okay, let's talk about the black mist and the evil god." Irina bluntly interrupted everyone's false politeness.
"Okay, this matter is related to the future of Nolan Continent, so we should have a good talk." Michael suppressed his smile and nodded solemnly with the same expression.
Everyone sat down at the round table in the secret room, and the atmosphere began to become low and tense.
"The first person I met who was corroded by the black mist, or possibly controlled by the devil, was Berg. After being controlled by the devil, his strength improved significantly. Perhaps this is why he sold his soul to the devil. And During that time, there was an evil spirit that tried to corrode the Tree of Life, posing a great threat to the Tree of Life, but was eventually stopped under the influence of some kind of force.
In the battle at the goblin border, I used the Holy Light to break through Berg's black fog and then killed him, which proved the obvious restraint effect of the Holy Light on the black fog. "Irina said.
"It turns out that Berg is controlled by the devil, and he even tried to erode the Tree of Life." Both Michael and Roland had a look of surprise on their faces. They had not received any information about this matter.
"If the devil uses powerful power as a bait, I'm afraid not many people can withstand this temptation." Roland said with a solemn expression.
Mag continued: "In the endless sea, we found an island shrouded in black mist. Alfred was infused with the power of the devil on that island. There we found a strange stone statue. Looking at each other, their spirits were pulled into a strange space. It was an extremely huge stone palace. Sitting on the throne at the end of the stone palace was a skeleton man. The first words he spoke were: Young man, you Do you crave power?”
The atmosphere in the secret room becomes more solemn. Power is something that all races in this world are chasing. Until the environment where the strong is respected does not change, I am afraid not many people can refuse powerful power.
"I still used holy light to smash the stone statues, and I also used holy light to expel the black mist. Ordinary magic cannot have an effect on the black mist." Irina added.
"If only the Holy Light can clear the black mist, this is not good news." Roland frowned and said: "Light magicians are already rare, and there are even fewer who can connect with the Holy Light. Once the black mist spreads all over the world, If it breaks out, we may not have any effective means to eliminate it.”
"We must find the source of the black mist and eradicate it as soon as possible, or find a better way to clear the black mist. If we sit back and wait, we can only watch things getting worse and worse. Those guys can live for countless years, but we don't have that much time. ." Mag said solemnly.
"Fortunately, we left one alive, and Pei Dinan is still in our hands." Irina's tone was much more relaxed.
