Chapter 1599

At the end of business in the morning, McGonagall took Hannah upstairs to begin the formal drawing teaching.

As a serious mechanical design professional graduate (pseudo) designer, McGonagall's design foundation is very solid, and with a good memory, I still remember how the teacher taught them how to draw the basic introduction of design drawings.

"So many books." When Hannah entered the study, she was attracted by the nearly full books on the three walls. At a glance, there were at least 5000 books of all kinds, which she had never seen in her life.

"Except this shelf, you can take back any book you want to read on other shelves." MEG pointed to the bookshelf by the door and said with a smile.

It's good to read more books.

Hannah glanced at the bookshelf that Meg was pointing to. There were many books with black and red covers on the bookshelf, which seemed to exude some dark atmosphere. She nodded without much thought.

"Come on, today I'm going to teach you how to draw design drawings in a standardized way, so that your design can be presented on the drawings in a gradually clear way, so that more professional craftsmen can make products that meet your requirements." MEG went to the desk by the window.

"Don't you do it yourself?" Hannah followed, a little puzzled. She thought it would be hard for others to understand what she was going to do.

"Our goal is to make standardized brewing equipment. In addition to deployment, other processes can be completed by machinery and workers. Only in this way can we be regarded as a large mechanized winery." McGonagall took out a piece of white paper from a shelf and put it on the table. Looking at Hannah, he said, "so we have to ensure the accuracy of the machine, which requires professional blacksmiths."

"Oh." Hannah nodded thoughtfully and looked at MEG with a little worry. "Is that hard? I used to draw casually. I just need to be able to understand where I want to draw. "

"It doesn't matter. I'm a professional." McGonagall gestured to Hannah to sit down beside him. He was also sitting down at his desk. He said, "first of all, let's take a look at the common tools for drawing. These are pencils and erasers, and these are rulers..."

McGonagall began to teach Hannah the steps and methods of standardized drawing.

The plan, three views, three-dimensional drawings, and unfamiliar words all jump into Hannah's mind. Looking at the figures that pop up in Meg's pen, and the neat and comfortable way of marking, all of them make her feel like opening the door of a new world.

The boss is really a mechanical master!

However, McGonagall's talk is too fast, and the amount of information is too large. Although she has tried hard to memorize, and even recorded some key points with a small book, it is obviously unrealistic to completely master these things in a short time. She can only wait for her own time to digest and practice slowly.

About an hour later, MEG took a sip of tea from the teacup at hand and moistened her dry throat. Looking at Hannah with a dull look, she asked, "will it?"

"Well?" Hannah looked at MEG a little dully. Was that a human question? Although she understood what Meg said, it was different from the meeting.

"It doesn't matter. As a professional teacher, you can't order anywhere." MEG grinned and held out his middle finger.

A moment later, the dull looking Hannah regained her pure brightness, looked at McGonagall in disbelief, and said in surprise: "boss! I'm ready for the meeting! "

"No, you just have a brain. Drawing is something that needs constant practice. Today, you should stay in your study and draw all the drawings I just arranged for you." MEG got up, offered her seat to Hannah and went straight out downstairs.

"Isn't that amazing? The boss nodded my forehead and I learned everything he said in the morning. It's incredible. " Hannah's face is still hard to calm down. Just now, she learned everything MEG had taught before in her mind, including how to use various tools, how to draw professional drawings, and how to mark the appropriate size.

"Is this the boss's power?" Hannah is thoughtful, feeling that she has discovered the boss's extraordinary ability beyond cooking.

"Calm down, calm down! Now it's time to start drawing. " Hannah took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, then picked up the pen and paper and began to finish the task assigned by MEG.

Although she is the first time to paint with professional tools, she has already mastered all the methods and steps in her mind, and the technique is a little strange, but it does not affect the brush to draw lines and graphics on the paper.

"Not bad, but not professional enough." Ten minutes later, Hannah looked at her first drawing, nodded with satisfaction, and then threw it aside with dissatisfaction. She took the second piece of paper and began to draw again.

Not long after McGonagall came downstairs, Dix took Michael's order to find him and go to the Lord's mansion.

McGonagall could probably guess why Michael was looking for him. He changed his clothes, put the stone box with the strange stone statue on him, and took Dix's carriage to the Lord's mansion.

"Boss Mai, I'd like to apologize to you first about Miss Rina. In a few days, this matter will be completely solved. There are some moths in the city Lord's mansion. I need to clean it up carefully." As soon as McGonagall got to the chamber of secrets, Michael got up and said sincerely.

"It's not me who's been hurt. It's useless for you and me to apologize." McGonagall shrugged his shoulders. He was not happy with the problem of the Lord's mansion.

"I'll go and apologize to miss Rina myself later." Michael nodded.

"For the time being, let's talk about evil spirits and Demons first." Roland closed the door of the secret room, started the multi-level anti peeping array, and the voice sank slightly.

"Boss Mai went to FAK tribe this time, but did he really see the devil with his own eyes?" Michael asked, looking at MEG.

"I believe the city master has read the detailed report and my previous conversation. It may be absurd, but we have to admit that there are demons in the world. Or a powerful being that existed in ancient times, but has survived to the present. I call them: the old dominator. " Meg's voice sank.

"The old master." Michael read word by word, frowning and puzzled, and said, "if there are old dominators, why has there never been such a record in the history of Nolan?"

McGonagall thought for a moment and said, "I've been thinking about this problem all the time. There are two possibilities: 1. Nolan was completely destroyed, and now the world is slowly redeveloped, so there is no relevant record; 2. The history of the continent of Nolan has been artificially modified, erasing all information related to the old dominators. "