On the outskirts of Elroy, a carriage drove slowly. The exquisite decoration of the carriage attracted the interest of the children around. When they saw the badge of Cromwell chamber of Commerce printed on the carriage, they immediately followed with joy.

The carriage stopped in front of a large warehouse. William got off the carriage and carefully moved a metal box.

"Brother William, can I help you?"

"What is this, William?"

"William, let me see what this is, a metal box? It's strange

The children who followed the carriage gathered around and asked curiously. Most of their clothes were in tatters, and obvious patches could be seen on them. The patches were not cloth, but coarse linen cut from sacks such as grain and flour. Most of the residents in the suburbs are poor class, and they can't even solve the problem of food and clothing.

The huge warehouse in front of us is the magic workshop of Cromwell chamber of Commerce, which is used to study all kinds of things related to magic. Almost every large chamber of Commerce will set up a magic workshop to study new products and improve technology. If necessary, it can also crack the commodity production technology invented by other chambers of Commerce. Most of the members of the magic workshop are apprentices who are even difficult to cast magic. They follow their tutors to learn the knowledge of the workshop. Their goal is not to become a caster, but a tutor in charge of a magic workshop.

William held the metal box in both hands and shook his head. "It's not a toy. It's an important commodity."

"It's up to you." William told the groom who was sitting on the top of the carriage that the groom jumped down from the seat on the top of the car and skillfully took out candy from his pocket and gave it to the children. When the children got the candy, they ate it contentedly.

Just the rich sweetness is a very precious luxury for them.

It's still necessary to have a good relationship with the surrounding residents here. When the magic workshop first moved here, things would be lost every so often. Maybe the children just thought it was fun to steal, but in fact, the troubles caused to the magic workshop led to heavy losses for the Cromwell chamber of Commerce.

William has no choice but to declare that if similar things happen again, he will be handed over to the security forces for serious treatment. On the other hand, he will help the surrounding residents and buy children with candy.

After a while, the magic workshop finally stopped losing things.

William entered the magic workshop from the iron gate. The interior space of the workshop was very spacious, about the area of three or four basketball courts. There were all kinds of strange devices and instruments in it. Sometimes he could hear the hiss of steam. The steel supports were connected with each other, and they were continuously operated by steam power. There was a dull roar inside the equipment, The magic workshop is more like an automatic chemical plant than a magic workshop.

There are at least dozens of apprentices working in the magic workshop, carving magic array, making parts, or operating equipment. Some of them are local children. They follow the apprentices to learn technology and hope to become qualified technicians one day. The salary of the technicians in the magic workshop is not low. After working for a few years, they can buy a house in the city and have a good life.

"Mr. William." A foreman saw William coming and rushed to meet him. He took off his dirty hat and put it on his chest.

"Is Mr. Lawrence in?"

"The tutor is in the research room. Do you want me to take you there?"

"No, thank you."

William went on to the depth of the workshop, where there was a research room for the master and tutor of the workshop. He knocked on the door and heard a dull response: "what's the matter?"

"It's me, William."

When the door opened, William smelled the strong smell of smoke and wine before he went in. The room was a small house with spacious space, but the owner of the house obviously didn't like to clean it up. A large table was placed in the center, which occupied most of the space. There were all kinds of parts and tools on it. There were some spanners and pliers hanging on the walls of the room, If there's anything different, it's a table full of empty bottles.

William knew it was Lawrence's hobby. He liked drinking and preferred collecting empty bottles.

He sat in his chair, and the fat old man shook his head and said, "Mr. Lawrence, are you lazy again?"

Lawrence is very old, with half white hair. However, because he drinks all the year round and has good food, he has a whole body of fat, and his limbs are thick and short. He looks round and funny. If his body scale is reduced, he is no different from a dwarf.

"What is idleness? I'm drinking. Can I be lazy about drinking? " Lawrence blew his beard and glared.

"It's working time, and you're just being lazy."

"Damn, this is my magic workshop. I can decide when to rest and when to work. Even your father dare not talk to me like that."

William took a look at him and replied calmly: "of course, this is your workshop. This is your territory. You are omnipotent, aren't you?"

Insipid tone implies pungent satire, and can not catch the fault.

Lawrence was a little depressed. Looking at the metal box in William's hand, he said in a dull voice, "you and Diana have learned the same bad habits as your mother. What are you doing here? It has something to do with the things in your hand?"

"Mr. Harvey gave it to me."

"Oh, Harvey Adrian, the one who wrote count of Monte Cristo and developed the phantom technology?" Lawrence's eyes were full of curiosity.

William nodded and put the metal box on the table.

"That guy is a traditionalist. No, it's not too difficult to make photographic crystals." Lawrence murmured and came to William. He leaned down to look at the metal box from all angles and scratched his head. "What's the use of this iron knot?"

"Mr. Harvey called it a photo processor." William took a palm sized metal box out of his pocket and took a picture of Lawrence.

"Kacha ~!"

Lawrence was startled by the sudden flash. William took off the photographic crystal of the metal box in his hand, then lifted the lid of the big metal box and put it in.

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"And then?"

"Mr. Harvey said he would have to wait 20 minutes until he heard the tone. This is the finished product, the photo." William takes a picture from his pocket and hands it to Lawrence. It shows Harvey and William in Cromwell manor.

Lawrence repeatedly looked at the photos with a sense of novelty. The material was hard, and the image clarity was not bad. He felt his chin and nodded: "the effect is good, and the clarity is about to catch up with the picture taken by the photographic crystal. The question is how to make it. You also come here to confirm the answer. The complexity of the production process determines whether it can be made into a commodity."

William took out a wooden box from his pocket, opened it, and placed an information crystal in it: "my father is also very interested in this device. This is the information crystal that Mr. Harvey gave me. There are detailed production records and principle instructions in it."

"It can't be written in star script. I can't understand that thing." Lawrence patted his head and looked at the information crystal suspiciously. The magic workshop was more secular, and rarely used the information crystal, which was the only prop used by the caster.

William intentionally or unintentionally said: "Mr. Harvey has taken this into consideration. He said that as long as he is a qualified workshop instructor, he can definitely understand it."

"Damn it, I always feel that you talk one by one. Just say what you want to say. I'm sure I can understand without saying it." Lawrence scolded, took the information crystal and put it on a display panel to study.

William smiles and sits on the side waiting for the result.