Gloria quickly finished a portion of Yangzhou fried rice, and her sluggish state seemed much fuller. She stood up and bowed to Mag and Hill, thanking: "Thank you, Miss Hill, for your approach and Mr. Mag for your hospitality. I am now rushing to the City Lord’s Mansion to say goodbye and goodbye.”
"Goodbye, walk slowly." Mag stood up, opened the door for Gloria, and watched her board the carriage and leave.
In this Yangzhou fried rice, Magdo added some water of life, hoping that Gloria could continue to complete her work with full energy.
Mag closed the door and sat back at the dining table. Hill looked at him with a smile.
"Is the steak not delicious, or am I too beautiful?" Mag picked up his meat bun and continued to chew it, looking at Hill and asked.
Hill smiled and said: "I'm just a little curious, how did Mr. Mag know Gloria? And why did he choose to help her?"
"Gloria is a regular customer of the restaurant. As a person, I have a good impression of people who frequent my business. I will help if I can." Mag said calmly.
"That's it." Hill cut the steak gracefully and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It seems like I missed a lot of things. I wonder if Mr. McGonagall is open tonight."
"Today is a day off. This steak is considered overtime and we are closed at night." Mag refused decisively.
Just kidding, as a very principled person, I will never give in to evil forces easily.
Moreover, he had to consider that Irina might come home at any time.
"I wonder why Miss Hill came here today?" Mag asked.
Hill is not someone who comes to eat out of boredom.
Hill fed the last piece of steak into his mouth, put down his knife and fork, wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, then took out a folded piece of paper from the small bag at hand, unfolded it and put it on the table, and said with a smile: "I want to treat you. Mr. McGonagall, help me look at a picture."
Mag looked at the drawings and then at Hill who was looking at him with a smile.
"I think there should be no one in the world who understands this picture better than Mr. McGonagall, right?"
Mag leaned back in his chair, looked at this smart woman, and smiled.
"It's a showdown. I did design the artillery."
The corners of Hill's mouth raised. Sure enough, her vision was never wrong.
"But, is this an improved version of the artillery?" Mag picked up the drawing. In addition to his published design, there were three versions of the design at the back, all with improved designs for the artillery and shells.
Hill nodded and said: "Yes, this is an improvement made by our engineering team for two days and two nights. The core is to add formation blessing to the artillery, thereby significantly improving the range and explosive power of the artillery."
Mag's eyes lit up when he heard this and asked, "Has it been tested?"
"Well, the first version has passed the test and design. Here is the comparison data." Hill took out another piece of paper from the bag and handed it directly to Mag.
Mag looked at the experimental data carefully, his eyes getting brighter.
The magic artillery blessed by the formation has a range directly increased from 8 kilometers to 20 kilometers, and the explosion power is increased several times, and the diameter of the crater is tripled.
"Good guy!"
Mag couldn't help but clapped his hands in admiration.
Formation blessing is a very common way to improve weapon performance on the Nolan continent.
However, Mag did not possess this knowledge, so he could only provide an original version of the artillery.
But when this artillery fell into the hands of a group of top engineers and craftsmen, they had countless improvement plans.
The formation that enhances the range of the bow and arrow is engraved on the artillery, which still provides a powerful bonus effect.
The simple first-level explosion formation, after being imprinted on the cannonball, doubled the power of the cannonball.
"How is the stability?" Mag put down the drawing in his hand and looked at Hill and asked.
To test the merits of a weapon, power is only one aspect, and stability is another key.
"That's why I came to you tonight." Hill shook his head. "Improvements have increased the power of the artillery, but the instability of the explosion formation makes the artillery very easy to explode. But if a higher-level formation is used, , the efficiency will become very low, and we currently cannot solve this problem."
"That's it..." Mag frowned and thought, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Can you get me a reinforced artillery, a batch of reinforced cannon shells, and a batch of unreinforced cannon shells?"
"Mr. McGonagall, have you thought of a solution?" Hill's eyes lit up.
"No, I thought of someone who can solve the problem." Mag smiled mysteriously.
"Okay, I can arrange the things right away. Where can I send them to?" Hill didn't ask much.
"Send it directly to the City Lord's Mansion, and we'll go there together." Mag stood up, took a coat from the side and put it on, then went out directly.
Hill's efficiency was extremely high. An artillery piece and a bomb were quickly delivered to the city lord's palace.
Mag asked people from the City Lord's Mansion to say hello and asked Barbara to come out to see him.
"Boss, why are you here?" Barbara came out of the city lord's mansion, holding two blue cryolites in her hands. She glanced at the thick barrel next to Mag and several boxes of mysterious items, " What is this?"
"Barbara, isn't your master a master of formations? I have something very important and I want to ask him for help." Mag said straight to the point.
Hill looked at Barbara from the side. She knew Barbara's identity. She was the princess of the Moon Kingdom and had a distinguished status.
It was not unknown to her that Barbara was working part-time at Maimi's restaurant.
However, the formation master from the Kingdom of the Moon has successfully repaired the sealing formation outside the City of Chaos. If such a noble and powerful being comes directly to ask for his help, he should be rejected directly, right?
"Okay, boss, come with me." Barbara nodded without thinking, said something to Mag, and turned directly into the nearby yard.
"Wait a moment." Mag and Hill said, directly carrying a box of cannonballs and following Barbara into the yard.
"Mr. Mag, you are indeed no ordinary person..." Hill raised his eyebrows, becoming more and more curious about Mag.
"Master, my boss has something to do with you." Barbara entered the yard and immediately screamed.
Mag felt that this was a sound statement. The boss and the teacher could be considered equals after all.
"This is Mr. Mag. What do you want from me?" Jonas smiled and walked out the door, not showing any signs of neglect because of Mag's identity.
The King of the Moon Kingdom had repeatedly warned him to treat Mr. McGonagall as an honored guest of the Moon Kingdom. This was the person who saved His Royal Highness the Princess.
Looking at this attitude, there is something interesting about it.
Mag had an idea in mind, and without any formality, he went straight to the point and made his point clear, explaining the importance of artillery and asking Jonas to help optimize the artillery shells.
"That's it?"
Jonas took out a cannonball from the box, tapped it lightly with two fingers, put it to his ear and listened.
