Alien world

Chapter 1523 Chapter 157. Magic can change the world
If it was just the bath water, it would be fine, it would just be disgusting, and maybe some people with special fetishes would like it, but the real problem is the germs spread by the rat people.

It is true that river water has the ability to clean itself, but it depends on the situation. Ratmen are the ancestors of germs and plagues. Don't think that all ratmen are like that just because Maria and Gale are fair and clean!
After the McKeon ratmen fled to the north, the national territories upstream and downstream of the Planny River suffered a lot in this regard. It cost a lot of money every day just to purify the lakes and rivers. In some places, even the water supply was limited. Civilians could not drink it and could only drink the water contaminated by the ratmen, which led to the outbreak of plague.

Under normal circumstances, Annan would have asked Luo Xi to get out, but now... this is a big project, and big projects mean big expenses.

Annan coughed lightly and said, "You should always have dreams. You can continue to think about the content. Maybe it will be adopted in the future."

The Empire's conscription is coming to an end and training has begun. It is expected that the Empire will take action in April or May after the muddy ground formed by the melting ice and snow has dried up. As long as the ratmen can be wiped out in one fell swoop and the demons are driven back to the north of the snow-capped mountains, it is not impossible to "blast the northern snow-capped mountains to lead the ice and snow to wash out a river spanning four or five thousand miles."

As soon as today's "interview" ended, Mr. Dumbledore was busy going to the Mushroom House to teach the newcomers.

They themselves are more valuable than the inventions of alchemists.

Many inventions cannot be said to be useless, but they are indeed just gadgets that are useless. However, there is a certain logic behind them.

For example, a hand-bike can be transformed into a practical bicycle by simply changing it to be powered by the foot. If a wheel and a cargo box are added, it can be used as a tricycle, eliminating the labor of pulling a cart by a person and the expense of pulling a truck by a horse.

Another example is canning. Putting food into an iron box and sealing it can double the storage time than keeping it outside.

So, if we engrave the same runes as the magic train on a tricycle, will it become a magic tricycle? What if we add a wheel? What if we add a cargo box? If we engrave purification runes or some preservation runes on canned food, can we extend the shelf life of the food by more than ten times?
They form part of the puzzle of the future that Annan envisions: using magical power to change the world.

There are certainly substitutes for these things, but they all exist in the holy-place-like Mage Tower, and are controlled by high-ranking mages.

They were too high, so high that even if Annan looked up hard, he could only see the spires reaching deep into the clouds. They were so high that if a basin of water was poured on them, people on the ground would not feel any coolness.

The magic power will not pull them down, it will only lift Liberty City up.

So taking this opportunity, Liberty City announced the establishment of an Archives Department, located in the Mage Tower.

The Archives Department only recruits spellcasters, and is responsible for organizing and standardizing all inventions, achievements, and technological breakthroughs in Liberty City, and preserving them as data that can be reviewed and studied at any time.

The Mage Tower that needs to be looked up to also has this mechanism. The difference is that Annan also asked the Archives Department and Liberty City University to break down this knowledge and hand it over to the students.

Knowledge is power, this is the consensus of all spellcasters. However, they hold the power firmly in their hands, while Annan chooses to share the knowledge with his people.

……

"Your invention is useless!"

In an alchemy shop on the Sltovice commercial street, several mage apprentices laughed at a young apprentice who was holding a machine as a treasure.

"You don't understand!" the young apprentice yelled stubbornly, holding the machine tighter in his arms. "With this, I can type out more than a dozen books in a day!"

"Hahaha, stop dreaming, Rogers. With this piece of rubbish, unless you turn into a rat man, don't even think that Annan will be interested in your invention!"

The young apprentices who had gathered together laughed even louder, attracting the attention of the alchemist: "You guys are so idle? Go get some work!"

The apprentices fell silent like a cat seeing a mouse, changed into cheap and durable Fast robes, and went into the alchemy room.

The alchemist looked back at Rogers, who was standing there alone, with only the machine in his arms for company.

"Get rid of that garbage."

"Mr. Paul, it's not garbage!" Rogers was so unwilling that he even dared to contradict the alchemist, "Its writing speed is a hundred times faster than ours!" "Even if it's 1000 times faster, it's still garbage. An ordinary first-level spell 'Weaken Duplicate Item' can do it!"

Several heads popped out from behind the alchemy room door, accompanied by whispers.

"Rogers is really crazy. He actually dared to contradict the tyrant..."

"He doesn't think that junk is actually useful, does he?"

"Poor Rogers, he was played around by Annan..."

"Hey, you watched the latest episode of Tom and Jerry too?"

"I took a peek while everyone was asleep. The white female cat that Tom pursued was so pretty. I want to raise a female cat like her in the future..."

The young apprentices' conversation went off topic, but Rogers was still explaining loudly: "You have to be a wizard to release the magic you mentioned, but my machine can be used by ordinary people!"

"Oh, so what? This is a magical world." Paul felt that Rogers was a little bit mentally ill today, so he waved his hand and drove him away: "Get out, we don't need you today."

It had just gotten warmer in Silstovis these past few days, showing signs of spring, but it became cold again with the arrival of a drizzle.

Rogers put the machine in his arms to avoid damaging it. He was still angry when he left the house, and he regretted it before he left the street.

Mr. Paul is a famous alchemist on this street. Competition has always been fierce, and it is not easy to get this job. His talent is not high, and he needs to buy potions to speed up meditation...

Go back and apologize to Mr. Paul?
Forget it. Mr. Paul never changes his mind. I can’t do any work if I go back…

Rogers returned to his rented apartment dejectedly and placed the machine on the table. Beside it was a pile of drafts typed out by the machine, with clear handwriting, not much worse than those copied by magic.

"Even Mr. Paul thinks you are useless..."

Rogers stared at the machine he had built with his own hard work and clenched his fists unwillingly...

The next day, Rogers tiptoed to the alchemy shop. It seemed that Mr. Paul had not arrived yet, and the apprentices were chatting together.

Seeing Rogers coming, they stopped talking, and the blond apprentice who made the most fun of him yesterday came over.

"You're right, it's not trash."

Rogers' eyes widened.

"Rogers, we have always been jealous of you. We just don't want you to get rid of us... That machine will definitely sell for a lot of money in Liberty City."

"Really?"

"Well!" Another apprentice came over, "You should hurry over there while Liberty City is still recruiting inventors!"

"If it's too late, it'll be too late!"

(End of this chapter)