my age of magic

Chapter 1585 134. Preparations Before Leaving the Imperial Capital
The sound of the magic printing machine printing the rune boards was rumbling together. Boxes of magic rune boards hit the rail car and were transported by the dwarves to the temporary warehouse in the underground cave. This kind of temporary warehouse is basically located in Near the teleportation altar, so that it is convenient to go to the warehouse of the imperial capital through the teleportation altar.

Due to the continuous increase in the production of rune boards, the production capacity of the rune board workshop managed by Murray has been unable to fully digest the production capacity of the rune board workshop. Murray has proposed the expansion plan of the rune workshop several times, but I don't want to The scale of the workshop here is too large, and he has not signed his plan, so this matter has been put on hold.

This magic seal workshop was created by the four old dwarves I bought back in the slave market. The metal softener developed by the Francis scholar completely solved the manufacturing problem of the magic engraving machine. After four times in this batch of magic engraving machines After the overhaul, the success rate of printing the 'Fire Gathering' rune boards on the magic printer has increased to 60.00%. Now, there are a large number of 'Fire Gathering' and 'Miniature Tornado' rune boards in the magic market in the imperial capital.

The punch of the magic seal machine smashed on the Nacoma black iron breastplate with a huge roar, and the mithril magic pattern line was clearly printed on the black and shiny armor. The hook hooked out the Nacoma black iron armor from under the magic seal machine, quickly threw it behind him, and then pulled out a Nacoma black iron breastplate from the material turnover box on the side, and moved it along the slide rail of the auxiliary feeding rack With a push under the magic printing machine, the Nacoma black iron breastplate easily slipped into the concave mold of the magic printing machine. Almost at the same time, another dwarf brushed a layer of mithril solution on the punch of the magic printing machine, and the magic seal The machine punch fell down again with a loud roar, and a brand new magic pattern structure was born.

However, due to the uneven quality of the base material of the Nacoma black iron breastplate and the relatively complicated shape, this brings many uncertain factors to the printing work of the magic printing machine.

Even if these Nacoma black iron armors fail during the printing process, they will not become the furnace materials in the foundry in North Duisburg. A special group of dwarves are responsible for processing these failed black iron armors. The mithril magic pattern was wiped off with sandpaper, and then the surface was rough polished with burlap again.

I asked Hareson, the old dwarf beside me: "How many pieces of this new Nacoma magic pattern structure can be printed in a day?"

The old dwarf Harrison was followed by a group of young dwarf craftsmen. At this time, he turned his head and glanced behind him. A young dwarf craftsman stood up quickly and replied, "At present, the magic seal workshop makes about thirty sets of this kind of magic pattern every day. It is estimated that the output will increase a little next month."

I walked a few steps forward, stopped in front of a magic seal machine, and asked him: "What do you think is the biggest difficulty in making this new type of magic pattern structure?"

The young dwarf craftsman rubbed his big red nose and said loudly: "Everything is fine! The main reason is that the base material for the magic pattern construction is not prepared enough. The Nacoma armor that failed for the first time needs to be re-polished and refurbished. The quality of the Nacoma black iron armor is even worse, and this new type of magic pattern structure is too bulky, and a single breastplate requires the joint efforts of two dwarf craftsmen to lift it."

Dwarves are born with loud voices, and when they speak in caves, they can even echo like rolling thunder.

The old dwarf Harrison stood in front of a large magic printing machine with his belly shy. He tapped the black iron shoulder pads in the material turnover box next to the young dwarf with his crutches. He blew his beard and stared at a person sitting in front of the printing machine The dwarf operator yelled: "Why don't you use flux? Who is your monitor? Let him roll over immediately!"

The dwarf operator was so frightened that he fell from his chair and ran to the other end of the row of magic printing machines, and brought back a red bearded dwarf in a short time.

At this time, the old dwarf Harrison tapped several pieces of black iron shoulder armor with his iron cane. It seemed that the mithril magic lines on the black iron shoulder armor were still very firm. The red bearded dwarf stood nervously at Harley. In front of Sen, the old dwarf Hareson's anger had subsided a lot, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his oily forehead, and asked the red bearded dwarf calmly: "Tell me how you ensure the stickiness of the magic lines? "

"Mr. Hareson...these magic-weave shoulder pads have gone through a process of 'acid washing' beforehand." The red-bearded dwarf whispered.

The old dwarf's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked the red bearded dwarf, "Pickling? Tell me what you think."

The red-bearded dwarf lowered his head and thought for a while, reorganized his language and said: "I think there are two main factors that affect the adhesion between the mithril solution and the black iron. The first is the oxide scale on the black iron armor parts. The second point is the oil stain on the surface of the black iron armor, so I dug a pickling pool over there. After several experiments, our third group came to the conclusion that a pickling before printing not only ensures the magic The adhesiveness of the lines on the armor also slightly increases the printing success rate..."

I couldn't understand what they were saying, so I asked the dwarf beside me, "What is pickling?"

The dwarf quickly explained: "Pickling can effectively remove the oil stains on the surface of the black iron armor."

At this time, the old dwarf Harrison asked urgently: "Do you have a ready-made magic pattern structure?"

The red-bearded dwarf immediately puffed up his chest, pointed to the end of the row of spell machines, and said to the old dwarf Hareson: "Almost 30 sets have been produced, and they are placed on the armor rack over there. Teacher Hareson, please follow me."

When we walked to the end of this cave passage, we saw a circular cave here. There were not only dozens of Nacomma black iron armors printed with mithril magic patterns, but also a few broken pieces of armor. On the iron table, there are several printed drawings of the magic pattern structure spread out on the table. These drawings are filled with various annotations. Several dwarf craftsmen are gathering around an iron table, engaged in a fierce debate.

The Nacomma black iron armor placed on the wooden frame is more than three meters high. The shape of the upper body armor is a bit exaggerated. The dark and shiny surface is covered with silver and magic patterns. The Nacoma people have powerful feet and a thick tail, so The lower body armor is basically sent to the blacksmith workshop for recasting. When buying these trophies, I only chose the upper body armor of the Nacoma people. Now the Nacoma black iron armor on the shelf is basically all was re-forged in North Duisburg.

A set of Nacoma black iron armor doesn't look like much, but after these Nacoma black iron armors are printed into magic patterns, they are hung on wooden frames in sets, and there are lines of mana on the armor Flowing, the visual effect is immediately apparent.

Standing in front of a set of magic pattern armor, if I look straight up, I can only see the scales on the plastron of the armor.

"I think the effect is not bad." I groped for the mithril magicweave line on the armor with my hands, feeling the magic power flowing slowly on the magicweave structure, like winding streams, flowing from the gem base The seat spreads outward, forming a complete magic circle.

I pointed to a set of magic pattern structure in front of me, and said to the Tauren warrior standing behind me: "Luka, you can wear this elementary magic pattern structure and experience it, and see if this set of magic pattern structure is beneficial to you." What an improvement."

Luka took off the hard leather armor without hesitation, and put on this slightly loose Nacoma black iron armor on his body. His two fists collided with each other in front of his chest, sending out dull power fluctuations. Luka tried to After doing a few squats, lunges, running and jumping, Kalancuo lifted up Luka's 'ancient oath' shield, and said to Luka, "Try it with two punches!"

The tauren's fist hit the shield, making a 'bang bang' sound, and every time Kalancuo punched, he was forced to take a step back.

Before Kalancuo got angry, the tauren stopped decisively, and said to me: "Oh, it looks pretty good, it's a magic pattern structure that strengthens the strength increase, and there are no other auxiliary magic effects."

I nodded, this kind of magic pattern structure transformed with Nacoma black iron armor is specially made for those barbarian slaves, the 'strength increase' is most suitable for barbarians, but there will be less than two weeks We are about to set off for Strange Rock City. At this time, the Magic Seal Workshop has just completed more than 30 sets. There are a total of [-] barbarian slaves on the Heavy Crossbow Corps. It is obviously necessary to change all of them in a short time. Not likely anymore.

After watching the production line of Nacoma's black iron armor transforming the magic pattern structure, I asked the old dwarf Hareson: "How is the development of the minimalist primary magic pattern structure?"

The old dwarf Harrison stopped in the passage of the magic printing workshop, and led us into a stone room with only one magic printing machine. The shelves by the wall were full of magic printing heads and dies. In the experiment room of the magic engraving machine, the old dwarf Hareson stood at the door, pointed to a set of black iron armor and introduced to me: "The first sample of the minimalist magic pattern structure has been made, and the current black iron armor There is no way to mass-produce the substrates, and at least five more magic printing machines will be needed to mass-produce, and it will take at least two weeks before the remaining magic printing machines can be produced."

If it is said that the magic pattern structure converted from the black iron armor of the Nacoma is specially made for barbarian slaves, then this minimalist version of the magic pattern structure is for those who are powerful but have no money to become a structure in the Grimm Empire. It is an affordable structure designed and manufactured by a first-rank warrior dressed as a knight. I plan to launch this low-profile version of the magic pattern structure in the imperial capital tomorrow spring. The price is between [-] and [-] magic crystals, depending on the manufacture Costs and market response.

However, before the winter magic-weave construction exhibition, Yerkes scholars still need to re-optimize this minimalist version of the magic-weave construction, so there is still room for further improvement in the attributes of this magic-weave construction.

I said to the old dwarf Harrison: "Well, there is no need to worry about the minimalist version of the magic pattern construction, just make it step by step, but the black iron armor of these Nacoma people can't delay printing the magic pattern circle. There is a way to grab it forward."

The old dwarf Harrison hastily agreed
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After Alia and I walked around the underground cave in Xinliu Valley, we passed the teleportation altar and returned to the warehouse of the Imperial Capital. Murray's truck happened to leave with a batch of rune tablets.

I didn't take the magic caravan, and took Alia and walked directly across a street to Alia's manor. The winter in the imperial capital is still a bit cold.

Walk directly into the living room through the door, the butler stands respectfully at the door, takes off the coat and long leather boots under the service of the maid, and puts on comfortable soft-soled shoes. A maid helped her remove the cumbersome ornaments. She looked at me curiously and asked, "Are you planning to enter the primary magic pattern construction market next spring?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe the first batch of primary magic pattern structures will not be put into the market, and they can be traded directly to a certain lord. Anyway, during the war between the planes, this thing will not be slow-moving." I said, While taking the warm towel handed to me by the maid, I wiped my face.

I sat down on the sofa beside her and said to Alia: "You take care of the business here in the imperial capital. If you encounter a problem that is difficult to solve and you can't find me for a while, go to Connard of the South Wind Army." count."

Aliya sighed softly and said: "I see, the Babington family has left the imperial capital, so I have nothing to worry about, but you, be careful when exploring in the strange rock city."

I unbuttoned the collar of my shirt and said, "This time I have invited a lot of people, plus those orc warriors and barbarian slaves, the safety is still guaranteed. So... it shouldn't be me who should be worried , but those lizard tribes."

I was sitting in the living room chatting with Alia. The door of the living room was pushed open and Katerina walked in from the outside.

She walked directly to my side, handed me a thick parchment note, and said, "Su came to see you today, but unfortunately you are not here, so I left a note for you."

"Is she looking for me for something about going south?" I reached out to take the note and asked casually.

Katerina said: "The note only said to ask you to drink at the bar on the back street of the Tower of Pride."

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I met Sisters Sue and Annie in an Oak House tavern on the back street of the Tower of Pride.

The two sisters were sitting next to the bar, watching the bartender's fancy performance with great interest. Two young nobles next to them wanted to approach them to strike up a conversation, but they were directly scared away by the dagger that Anne took out from her arms.

Being true Ayers, Sue and Anne also enjoyed some golden cider.

I took Katerina to Su's side. At this moment, Su's face was flushed from drinking. She raised her head and saw that it was me. She narrowed her bright eyes like crescent moons, like night lilies blooming suddenly. Drunkly asked me: "Jijia, when are we leaving?"

"Have you communicated with Master Sola?" I sat on the empty seat beside her and said.

Su said straightforwardly: "Yes! I haven't taken a long vacation for so long, and the teacher also supports me to go out for a walk."

"That's good." After I finished speaking, I asked the bartender for two glasses of ale.

Su and Annie wore the cashmere skirts that girls in the imperial capital like to wear. This kind of long skirt looked loose on Su, but it was tight on Annie, fully revealing Annie's curvy and sexy figure. Annie on the other side asked: "Sister Annie, do you know a good guide who is familiar with the wild swamp in Qiyan City?"

Annie raised her head and said to me casually: "The guides who are most familiar with the wild swamp are the slave catchers. They form a small circle in Qiyan City. They rarely deal with outsiders. Only slave traders can contact them..."

(End of this chapter)