Mag believed that he could not shoulder the responsibility of protecting his clan, and he often even worried about whether he could be a good father and husband.
Jina stared at Mag blankly, as if she didn't expect him to refuse. She was stunned for a while, and then said at a loss: "Did...did I do something wrong?"
"No, you are not wrong, and Landist is not wrong either." Mag gently put his hand on Jina's head, soothing her panic, looked at her with a smile and said, "Landist, if not If you are fighting with other people, there is no need to worry about other people entering the sea to fight with you. Why should you hand over the scepter to me, an outsider, and be controlled by others? I will always be Lantiste's friend. If there is anyone who needs my help, I will naturally not Will sit back and do nothing.
Besides, I am only a human being, not a god. I like cooking, restaurants, and such a simple life. To me, rights are just a cloud. "
Jina opened her mouth slightly and looked at Mag. His body seemed to be exuding a divine light, just like the savior who appeared in the crystal ball that day.
"Simple...happy life." Jina had a hint of understanding in her heart and nodded vigorously, "I will go back and tell my father and the high priest the truth."
"Go." Mag retracted his hand, his eyes full of encouragement.
Looking at Jina walking away, Mag breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Irina was not there, otherwise she would have to explain what it means to follow her for life.
"Is it time for Hannah's rum distillery to be completed?" Mag pushed the bicycle out, preparing to go around the north of the city to check on the progress of Hannah's rum release. Recently, many customers have asked about rum.
Secondly, Mag is also preparing to put the mass production of Moutai and whiskey on the agenda.
Brewing beer on his balcony has reached the limit. The brewing of whiskey and Moutai requires a larger space and a longer brewing time. It is naturally a very good idea to establish a winery and directly enter the mass production stage.
Drinks are a very profitable industry. Beer, rum, whiskey, Moutai, and holding Wang Zha Mag, are very confident to monopolize the high-end liquor market in Nolan Continent.
As for wine, Mag decided not to replace the name of Buffett Winery for the time being for Hill's sake.
"Host, please don't be obsessed with making money. Exporting delicious food to the world is what you should do as a candidate for the God of Cooking!" the system reminded.
"Money? I've never touched money. I'm not interested in money. I just want the good wine drinkers in this world to be able to enjoy real wine, and to give those bad wines a sense of crisis and direction for improvement." Mai Ge said with a noble look on his face.
After riding out, he said hello to Mo Bai and Lu Lu who were resting at the door of the blacksmith shop, whistled and rode away on the bicycle.
"Boss Mai is such a cool person." Mo Bai looked at Mag's back and said with a smile.
"He is a good man." Lu Luhan said with a smile.
…
Before arriving at the brewery, Mag saw the white smoke coming out of the towering chimney from a distance.
"This girl, I really can't wait to start work." Mag raised his eyebrows slightly, and it seemed that Hannah had already started testing the machine.
It can understand Hannah's impatience. After all, she worked hard on everything from the machine drawings to the factory layout drawings of this rum factory day and night. After that, she even squatted at the construction site every day. The craftsmen who worked two shifts worked overtime to complete the construction.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is a brainchild.
"boom--"
As soon as Mag's bicycle parked at the entrance of the brewery, there was an explosion sound from inside.
"Is this?" Mag looked at the towering chimney swaying in a cloud of black smoke and fell down unwillingly.
A group of craftsmen who were perfecting the details of the factory environment ran out in a panic, looking scared.
Mag immediately rushed into the billowing black smoke and fished out the confused Hannah.
Hannah, whose face was blackened and her hair exploded like a golden lion, was stunned for a while, blinked, and then noticed Mag, and then showed a shocked expression: "It...it exploded !”
"Yeah, I saw it." Mag pursed her lips, trying not to laugh out loud.
"It...it just exploded!" Hannah repeated it again with an innocent face and a somewhat crying voice.
"Well, I saw it..." Mag turned his head and couldn't help but make a "kukuku" sound.
He has received professional training.
But couldn't help it.
"It doesn't matter, we are still here, everything can start from scratch." Mag finished laughing, looked back at Hannah who was a little distracted, patted her shoulder and said in relief.
"Start with drawing?" Hannah rolled her eyelids and fainted directly in Mag's arms.
"This child..." Mag held Hannah in his arms and first directed the craftsmen present to extinguish the open fire caused by the explosion, so that they could clean up the scene in no hurry, and sent Hannah to the nearest textile factory.
Irina is not here, but there are magicians who can heal, and there is also a professional hospital. After all, there are 30,000 night elves.
The explosion did not hurt Hannah. She fainted due to exhaustion and desperation to catch up again.
The elf healer cast a spell to calm her mood, and her frown relaxed, her breathing gradually became smoother, and she fell asleep.
The elf also cast a cleaning spell on her, cleaning Hannah, who was dressed in black and gray, and changed her clothes.
"It'll be fine once you wake up." The elf came out of the room and looked at Mag and said.
"She's tired. Let her rest here for a while. I'll pick her up later." Mag glanced at Hannah who was lying quietly, then turned and left the infirmary.
McGonagall returns to the brewery.
Looking at the mess all over the place, I couldn't help but feel a little speechless.
The boiler exploded, the brewing machines were scattered all over the floor, and the entire boiler room was in a mess.
Mag took out an N95 and put it on, squinted at the factory building that was still a bit smoky, and asked in his mind: "System, let's check the problem."
"Host……"
"One thousand copper coins." Mag blocked the system's mouth.
"But now the host has no money..."
Mag's expression froze, and he smiled and said, "I have private money."
"The scan was completed and the three-dimensional drawing was reconstructed based on the design drawings. Six structural problems and three material problems were found. The design drawings of the brewing machine have been redrawn. Do they need to be printed?" About a minute later, the system's voice came.
"Of course." Mag nodded.
"Print a 2-copper-coin print. This drawing has a total of 32 pages. The charge is 64 copper-coins, which has been deducted!" The system's cheerful voice sounded.
Mag looked at the thick stack of drawings in his hand and complained in his mind about the system's greed for money, but he was still quite satisfied with this unusually standardized drawing.
