Release that Witch Chapter 144: Real mood

Northern Slope Mine, firing room backyard.

Nightingale picks up the glass wine cup placed on the table and lifts it overhead. The crystal-clear glass body shone brightly under the light and could not see any mottled colors.

She knows that this cup is called a crystal cup, and the firing process and recipe have always been top secret information of the royal family alchemical workshop. The goblet in the bare hand is worth about a gold royal. crystal glass utensils with exquisite silver tableware have always been the favorite of big noble and wealthy businessmen to show off their financial resources.

Now, these crystal containers brought from the palace will soon be transformed into smelting materials.

"Your Highness, you are not burning a cup, it is gold royal." Nightingale sighed.

"I don't have time to study how to burn sand into colorless glass, so I had to make it this way first." Roland threw a beautifully shaped crystal jug into a black fired stove made of Anna. -- Nightingale Remember The prince used it to hold ale, and filled the cups for the sisters at the afternoon tea at the castle garden and the Months of Demons celebration party, which made him feel sorry for a while.

At a stable high temperature, the pot softens quickly and then turns into a thick sticky paste.

"Use sand ... to burn glass?" Anna asked, "are they the same substance?"

"Yeah, the main ingredients are similar, but the sand contains a lot of impurities. Most of the burned glass 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 once you understand how those small **** constitute the object qualitative."

Anyway, I wo n’t understand ... Nightingale puts aside, besides, glass of different colors does not affect its container function, anyway, you do n’t use it as a water glass, why do you have to use a transparent crystal glass for burning? system. She walked to Anna and looked at the glassware that had been re-molded.

Although they still look colorless and transparent, their appearance is very different from the previous crystal cup.

Some look like tubes, with a round bottom at the bottom, thin and long. Some are like bottles, and the bottom is as big as a water bottle, with a thumb-thick top on the top.

The strangest thing is a tube that has been bent into a horseshoe shape. There are no seals on both sides, and it is impossible to make a container.

"What are you going to do with these crystal glass vessels?" Nightingale couldn't help asking.

"Not for me, but for Border Town's alchemist in the future," Roland stirs slime in black fire with a glass rod. "They can use these vessels to extract some acids and alkalis, and produce the chemicals needed for my new weapon. Products. "

Acid? Alkali? Chemicals? Nightingale blinked and found that she couldn't understand what Her Royal Highness was talking about, which made her feel a little dull. However, if you want to ask one by one, it seems too ignorant. She doesn't want to show the expose in front of Anna, so she has to focus on the only understandable noun.

"Where are the alchemy surgeons in small town? Even if it is Longsong Stronghold, there is no alchemical workshop. You can only find alchemist by going to Scarlet Water City, and I heard that their salary is higher than that of feudal lord minister. It is difficult to recruit them by gold royal alone. Yes. "

"You know a lot," Roland responded with a smile, "That's right. The people I sent are already on their way to Scarlet Water City, and I will get the news in about two weeks. But I also Not using gold royal to recruit them, but some alchemy academic secrets. As for whether I can recruit them, I have to try. "

The first half of His Highness the Prince praised the suffocation that had dispelled Nightingale. She returned to the center of the courtyard with satisfaction, and squeezed a ball of pastry placed on the round table into her mouth.

After Roland changed the main experimental location from the castle backyard to the Northern Slope Mountain firing room, the afternoon tea also moved over.

The round table is filled with court snacks specially made by His Highness the Prince for chefs.

For example, the dim sum called buns is made from wheat flour. I do n’t know how to treat it, and it is extremely soft. It was also wrapped in a ball of meat filling, chopped into pieces, containing juice ... unlike bacon, hard and hard to swallow. Just take a bite and the minced meat will blend with the gravy.

Nightingale put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them one by one, leaning on a reclining chair, his heart filled with a sense of sleepiness.

I seem to be getting lazy lately?

Afternoon sunlight spread on her body, and the warmth like water surrounded her slowly. The rustling sound of the spring breeze blowing on the leaves made her very peaceful. She took off her shoes, rolled her legs up, and lay down on her side.

From this perspective, you can see the side door of the backyard leading to the gunpowder production room. There is also a curtain on the door, which is probably a measure used by His Royal Highness to prevent him from sneaking in. Thinking of this, Nightingale felt a bit funny, the partition wall of the yard, and the outer wall of the production room. For her, it was a flat ground that could pass freely. She had also entered a mysterious room, and while her Highness was talking about the production method, she waited and watched, but she did not take away the finished gunpowder.

But the other person thought he had done nothing, he didn't know that he was the one who was caught in the drum.

Nightingale moved his head and looked at Anna.

She is holding a freshly-burned flat-bottomed cup and talking to her Royal Highness, her expression looks serious and focused.

Nightingale is full of admiration for this talented woman from a civilian family.

The sisters of Cooperation Association can get rid of the fate of exile and escape from the torture of magic power backlash, largely because Anna -- would not have changed the prince's view of witch, and all subsequent changes would have occurred at impossible.

If Her Highness would marry a witch as his wife, then Anna is almost the only person she can think of.

Although there is a little expectation in her heart, Nightingale chose to bury it deeply in bottom of heart. Most of the time, being content with her Royal Highness was enough.

She closed her eyes, and a picture popped in her mind.

Roland ascended the throne in the palace hall. He wore a golden crown, holding a gem scepter, and walked to the castle terrace to receive the respect and cheers of the people.

The woman in his white satin dress walking arm in arm beside him is Anna. She also wore a glittering crown on her head, covered with a veil, and smiled and waved to the people.

Lightning hovered in the air, sprinkled with bright red rose petals, and in the distance, the Kingdom Capital clock tower came with melodious bell sound.

I stood by the other sisters and applauded.

The drowsiness grew stronger and stronger, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

Roland turned around, lifted the woman's veil, and lowered her head to kiss her lips.

The final scene became very blurred. As the veil landed, Nightingale saw that the woman with her eyes closed ... it was herself.

She tilted her lips and fell asleep.

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