The North Slope Mine, the backyard of the firing room.
Nightingale picked up the glass on the table and raised it above her head. The crystal-clear cup body shone in the light, and no variegated color could be seen.
She knew that the cup was called a crystal cup, and the firing process and recipe had always been top-secret information at the Royal Alchemy Workshop. The goblet in his hand is worth about a golden dragon. Crystal glassware paired with delicate silver cutlery has always been a favorite of the great aristocracy and wealthy businessmen to show off their wealth.
Now, these crystal containers brought from the palace will soon be turned into raw materials for smelting.
"Your Highness, what you are burning is not a cup, but a golden dragon." Nightingale sighed.
"I don't have time to study how to burn sand into colorless glass, so I have to make do with this method." Roland threw a beautifully shaped crystal pot into Anna's cauldron made of black fire - Nightingale remembered that the prince once It was a pity to use it to serve ale, to fill cups for the sisters at afternoon tea in the castle gardens and at the Devil's Moon celebration feast.
At the steady heat, the jug softened quickly and then turned into a sticky puddle.
"Using sand... to burn glass?" Anna asked. "Are they the same substance?"
"Well, the main ingredients are similar, but the sand contains a lot of impurities, and most of the glass burned out is brown and green, which cannot meet the requirements for use."
"So glass is pure sand?"
Roland smiled, "You can think so. When I write this part of the knowledge into a book, you will understand how those small balls form matter."
Anyway, I don't understand... Nightingale pouted, and besides, glass of different colors doesn't affect its container function, anyway, you don't use it as a water cup, why do you have to use a transparent crystal cup for firing. She walked to Anna and looked at the glassware that had been recast.
Although they still look colorless and transparent, the appearance is far from the previous crystal cups.
Some look like tubes, with rounded bottoms and thin and long. And some are like bottles, the bottom is as big as a kettle, and there is only a thumb-sized mouth on the top.
The strangest thing was a tube that was bent into a horseshoe shape, with no seals on either side, so it couldn't even make a container.
"What are you going to do with these crystal glassware?" Nightingale couldn't help asking.
"It's not for me, it's for the alchemists in Border Town in the future," Roland stirred the mucus in the black fire with a glass rod, "They can use these utensils to extract some acids and alkalis for me to produce new weapons. Chemicals."
acid? Alkali? Chemicals? Nightingale blinked and found that she couldn't understand what His Highness was saying at all. This feeling made her feel a little depressed. But if she wanted to ask them one by one, she seemed too ignorant. She didn't want to reveal this in front of Anna, so she had to focus on the only nouns she could understand.
"Where did the alchemists come from in this town? Even in the Changsong Fortress, there is no alchemy workshop. You can only find alchemists in Chishui City, and I heard that their salaries are higher than that of the lords and ministers. It is very difficult to rely on the golden dragon alone. It's hard to recruit them."
"You know a lot," Roland replied with a smile, "It's true. The people I sent are already on their way to Chishui City, and they'll get the news in about two weeks. But I don't use it either. Jinlong recruited them, but some secrets in alchemy. As for whether I can recruit them, I am not sure, I have to try."
The first half of His Royal Highness's praise instantly dispelled Nightingale's sullenness, and she returned to the center of the yard with satisfaction, picking up a ball of cakes placed on the round table and stuffing it into her mouth.
Since Roland changed the main experimental site from the backyard of the castle to the firing room on the North Slope Mountain, the afternoon tea has also been moved.
On the round table are all the court snacks specially made by the chef from His Royal Highness.
For example, this dim sum called steamed buns, the outer skin is made of wheat flour. It is also wrapped in a mass of meat filling, minced into pieces, containing juice... Not like bacon, which is hard and difficult to swallow. With just one bite, the minced meat melts into the gravy.
Nightingale put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them one by one, leaning back on the couch, feeling sleepy in her heart.
It seems that you are getting lazy recently
The afternoon sun shone on her body, and the warmth like water slowly surrounded her. The rustling of the leaves in the spring breeze made her feel extremely peaceful. She took off her shoes, rolled her legs up, and lay on her side.
From this perspective, you can see the side door leading to the gunpowder workshop in the backyard. There is a gauze curtain hanging at the door, which is probably the means used by His Royal Highness to prevent himself from sneaking in. Thinking of this, Nightingale felt a little amused. Whether the partition wall of the yard or the outer wall of the production room, for her, they were all flat grounds that she could walk through freely. She had also entered a mysterious room and quietly stayed on the sidelines while His Highness explained the production method, but she did not take away the finished gunpowder.
However, the other party thought that he was doing it without knowing it, completely unaware that he was the one who was kept in the dark.
Nightingale moved her head and looked at Anna.
She was holding a freshly fired flat-bottomed cup, talking to His Highness, looking serious and focused.
Nightingale was full of admiration for this talented woman who came from a commoner family.
The sisters of the Mutual Aid Society were able to get rid of the fate of being displaced and freed from the torment of the magic backlash, largely because of Anna—if it hadn’t been for her to change the prince’s view of witches, all the subsequent turning points would not have happened.
If His Royal Highness would really marry a witch as his wife, then Anna was almost the only candidate she could think of.
Although there was a trace of expectation in her heart, Nightingale chose to bury it deep in her heart. Most of the time, just being around His Highness satisfied her.
She closed her eyes, and an image popped into her mind involuntarily.
Roland was enthroned as king in the palace hall. He wore a golden crown and held a gem scepter. He walked to the castle terrace to receive the admiration and cheers of the people.
Beside him, the woman wearing a long white satin dress walking hand in hand was Anna. She also wore a golden crown and veil on her head, smiling and waving to the people.
Lightning swirled in the air, shedding bright red rose petals, and in the distance, a melodious bell sounded from the clock tower of the capital.
He stood by with the other sisters, applauding and sending blessings.
The increasingly intense drowsiness traveled all over the body, and the consciousness gradually became hazy.
Roland turned around, lifted the woman's veil, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The final scene became very blurry. As the veil fell, Nightingale saw in a trance that the woman with her eyes closed... was herself.
She cocked the corners of her mouth and fell asleep.
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