Chapter 39 Riverside Workshop
"I never said such a thing!" Flint categorically denied Joan's speculation, and then changed the topic, "But then again, this possibility cannot be ruled out, right?"
Joan nodded, but felt a little disapproving. If Mayor Tyndale really wanted to force Flint out of the race, it wouldn't be done in such a way as to add fuel to the fire--it would just irritate the old dwarf's stubborn temper and push him to put his all into the campaign.
"I don't think a little boy can help, but everyone says Joan Vader, grandson of Tyre, is the smartest boy in our town. If so, come with me."
"Where are you going?" Joan followed the dwarf's footsteps.
"Take you to see the scene of the crime, little guy, maybe your ingenuity will come in handy."
"I hope so, Mr. Flint."
Joan followed the dwarf out of the blacksmith shop, and outside the gate was the Derlin River. As winter went to spring, the ice and snow melted, and the water level in the river continued to rise. The torrential water washed the embankment, bringing lasting and free water to the mills and factories built along the river. of natural motivation.
Flint's forge was set up on the banks of the Drin River. Under the guidance of the dwarf, Joan walked into the spacious workshop and visited the new machine tool he designed and manufactured by himself. This oddly shaped machine is huge and complex. Flint Anvil proudly claims that this machine tool can replace the labor of at least 10 blacksmiths, except for the most conspicuous row of parallel parallel automatic forging hammers, designed by Flint The advanced machine tool also has many finishing functions such as cutting, grinding, milling, planing, and cutting. Driving such a huge mechanical device requires even greater power, which is all delivered by the huge water truck by the river.
Joan has been very interested in mechanical devices since he was a child, half out of curiosity, and half out of the need to investigate the case. Accompanied by the dwarves, he carefully observed the transmission device between the waterwheel and the machine tool, trying to figure out the energy contained in the river How did it transfer to the factory ten feet away, and how did it drive the machine with a complex structure to operate, so that it could replace the skillful hands of craftsmen to forge and process all kinds of exquisite agricultural tools and weapons.
Usually the forging workshop always makes noise from morning to night, and the roar of forging hammers hitting steel spreads throughout the town, but today it is abnormally quiet, because the core components of the transmission device—"worm gear" and "slider crank"— They were all completely destroyed, and it was no wonder that the old dwarf was blowing his beard and staring with anger.
The machine couldn't work, and Flint had to give the workshop workers a holiday, leaving only an apprentice named Tom to help him replace new parts.
Tom was a young dwarf, both Flint's apprentice and the old dwarf's nephew. He looked just like Flint fifty years younger, except that the young dwarf blacksmith was not as particular about appearance as his already accomplished uncle, and he was not as fond of ale. His love is more than anything.
"Tom, come and meet this little brother, his name is Joan, he is the grandson of old man Tell." Flint shouted to Tom who was changing the crank slider.
Tom turned back to Joan and raised his greasy hand as a greeting, and said with a smile, "I've heard of you, Mr. Vida, maybe you should be called 'Master Master'."
Joan blushed and said good afternoon awkwardly.
"Tom, how long until the transmission is fixed?" Flint asked the nephew.
"I'm afraid it can't be repaired before dark. Damn it, I have to work overtime until late at night today." Tom complained bitterly.
"If you skipped two glasses of ale at noon, you wouldn't have to delay so long." Flint reprimanded his nephew unhappily.
"Dear uncle, don't you know me? I'd rather work overtime than miss a drink. This is my only pleasure." Tom said aggrievedly.
"You brat who doesn't live up to you, one day you will drown in a wine barrel." Flint glared at his nephew bitterly, took out his gold-plated pocket watch, turned to Joan and said, "Time is running out." It's early, I have to attend Mrs. Francis's birthday dinner, and I'll leave it to you and Tom. According to past rules, the perpetrators usually do it in the middle of the night. You should be careful. There is a gold coin here, and you can buy dinner with it. "
Joan took the gold coin from the generous old dwarf, thinking that today's work was not in vain.
Not long after Flint left, it was completely dark.
Joan didn't use the gold coin, ran home to enjoy the dinner prepared by Kandy, and went to visit Gray in the forest after the meal. Gray had a good life in this refuge, sleeping in the wooden house during the day, and taking Jamie to patrol the woods at night, and caught a wild boar that broke into the fruit forest, and shared it with Jamie, and had a delicious meal a meal. Perhaps because of Jamie's influence, Xiaoshu Jingmila no longer avoids Gray. With Mira and Jamie for company, and JoAnn and Candy visiting every night, Gray didn't feel lonely in his new surroundings.
Thinking of having work tonight, Joan briefly told Conti about the troubles Flint Anvil encountered, then left the woods and hurried back to the riverside factory.
Sure enough, as Flint expected, his good nephew Tom fooled around in the pub until midnight and didn't come back. A dwarf who is drunk and in a state of excitement is really the most annoying creature in the world. Tom dragged Joan to tell endless jokes that he heard in the tavern, which made him unable to concentrate on studying spell books at all, wishing he could Take a needle and thread and sew this guy's big mouth up.
Tom chattered contentedly for two hours, finally showing a tired look, yawned big, helped Joann's shoulders staggeringly stood up, and asked him if he wanted to accompany him to the river to urinate.
"I'm sorry." Joan said angrily.
Tom smirked twice, staggered out of the workshop alone, and didn't even close the door.
Joan let out a long breath, glad to finally get rid of this nagging ghost. I opened the spell book and read two pages. I haven't seen Tom come back for a long time, and I can't help wondering: Does it take so long to pee? Shouldn't he be drunk by the river?
Joan sighed, closed the book, and was about to go out to look for Tom, when there was a vague singing sound outside the door. At first he thought it was Tom singing, but when he listened carefully, he realized that the singing was clear and melodious, and it could not have come from the rough throat of the dwarf blacksmith, not to mention that the singer used neither Common nor Dwarves, it sounded more like honey. The goblin language that Ra spoke.
When Joan was wondering, there was the sound of heavy footsteps outside the door, and the noise of metal rubbing against the ground. This abnormal movement was mixed with the real and illusory singing, inexplicably evoking a terrifying atmosphere, which made Qiao An shiver uncontrollably. He reached out and pulled out the dagger from his waist, and walked lightly towards the door.
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