Although Xuelu was not a very powerful fire magician, it was easy to use her magic to warm the smelting furnace without any pressure at all. Anyway, the melting point of iron is only a mere 1537 degrees. If the fire wall technique of the dignified flame magician can't even burn at 1537 degrees, then you really have to go back to the Magic Academy to make up the exam.

As soon as the fire wall technique was thrown in, the furnace temperature began to skyrocket, and the entire smelting furnace was burned to the ground.

Even the queen and the military officer on the opposite side of the crystal ball could see the air rising upwards. After a while, the furnace was turned on, and the red molten iron flowed out along the stone trough and into a huge stone pot. , Filled a pot full of...

The queen and the military officer couldn't help but squeak when they saw the picture of the molten iron rushing down to fill a giant pot.

How can people in this era have seen so many images of molten iron being poured over?

Since iron smelting in this era is basically a small manual game, the blacksmiths usually dig a small furnace by themselves and burn a few pieces of iron ore. Like Robb, he builds a large blast furnace, which is several thousand catties and several thousand catties. The gameplay of smelting iron ore is really unheard of, maybe only the underground dwarves can do this.

Her Majesty the Queen and the military officials looked at the big pot of molten iron and couldn't help thinking to themselves: How big a piece of iron is after all the molten iron is condensed? After a few pots, all the iron used for the auxiliary rails can be earned back, and then it will be pure profit.

The queen couldn’t help but sigh. Ever since she met Robb, she’s always been subverted again and again. Robb likes to play big things, grow vegetables on a large scale, build factories on a large scale, and on a large scale. His business...Now he has started large-scale iron smelting again.

This guy only has a population of 10,000. If he is given the population of the Bright Road, what can this guy make of the scale of production? I am afraid that it is not just one or two months of production value that can sling the entire Siege for a year.

The queen used to feel that her own internal affairs ability was pretty good, but after getting to know Robb, she found more and more that her internal affairs ability could only score a zero point.

She said to the military officer with a straight face: "Mr. Robert's complete set of equipment, do you understand it?"

The armament officer hurriedly said: "I have written down all the subordinates. Even if there are some things that you don't understand, you can understand them quickly if you let the craftsmen study them. There is only the engine...I really don't understand it, but I want to use it. Cows and horses can be temporarily replaced."

"Very good, hurry up to imitate." The queen whispered: "Take advantage of Mondela's spring ploughing, the rare truce, we must desperately raise the iron smelting ability, in the autumn, I see Mondela What did your army use to fight me."

The military officer hurried to go, and an official next to him in charge of the water plant also hurriedly followed, and he also wanted to help.

The queen watched her two loyal ministers walk away, then turned her head and said to the crystal ball: "Thank you for teaching me a new mining method!"

Robb smiled and said, "Wow, do you actually have to thank others?"

The queen said: "Am I a woman who doesn't understand etiquette in your eyes?"

Robb smiled and said, "Almost, I taught you how to make cakes and tofu, but I never saw you thank me."

The queen said: "You did those money to cheat women and children, why should I thank you? Only this time, you didn't seem to want to cheat me money at all. You simply taught me a skill, no matter from the country. From a personal perspective, I would like to thank you solemnly."

Robb stretched his hands: "Isn't thank you supposed to show your gratitude?"

"Huh?" The queen's brows were raised again: "It is a queen who is talking to you. Please pay attention to your etiquette, you stinky rascal."

After speaking, she snapped and hung up the phone.

Robb shrugged at the crystal ball that had lost its light: "It's so stingy, I can't afford a little joke."

Just after saying this, Xuelu's laughter sounded next to her: "She doesn't want to agree with her body, I do."

She brushed the floor and jumped to Robb's side, stretched out her hand to hook his neck, and said with a tired voice: "You have helped me a lot, I decided to take it! Body! Look! Xu!"

"Go go!" Robb said, "Don't marry or marry."

Xuelu protested: "What kind of man, such a frantically discriminatory treatment?"

Robb smiled and said: "Because Miss Queen would not agree, so I molested her. If she really wanted to marry me, I wouldn't dare to molest her. Let me tell you that marrying her is better than marrying you. It’s even more terrifying. Marrying you can at most brush the Devil’s City. That’s still a small matter. Tired me to death?"

Xuelu thought about it for a while, then "hahaha" laughed.

Robb hooked his finger at her: "Xuelu, come and be a dead housemaid. I will marry you if you don't want to go out at the house every day."

Xuelu shook her head without even thinking about it: "No! I'm going to take risks!"

As a result, the negotiation broke down, and the two young people who had long been irritable still could only continue to look at each other and drool, unable to make any further progress.

Sometimes the relationship is like this. Men lack women, and women lack men. They all need each other. However, different attitudes to life and life philosophy make two people separated by a little distance, and life and death cannot get together.

If you are paying attention to the traditional oriental world, a woman will be wronged by herself, marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog, that's all.

But women in the Western world, especially female adventurers, are not so easy to compromise.

They are stronger, more self, and more independent.

Such a woman has a very attractive personality, and it is easy for a man to fall in love. But when you and her further thought about life, they realized that there seemed to be something wrong...

Perhaps it is still a traditional oriental woman who is more suitable for marrying home as a wife.

Robb kept his mouth open, "Forget it! Let's talk about it later, and go home."

Lilian pushed up his wheelchair, and the two left the mine and walked towards the church.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the church, Robb saw that the plaque at the entrance of the church had been replaced. Xiaoyi was instructing a craftsman who made the plaque to hang a new plaque on the church with the words "New Bright Church". The previous plaque with "Church of Light" had already been thrown away and I don't know where it was.

Robbile said: "Is it finally going to formally establish a Protestantism?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Yi replied. She seems to have come out of the confusion of the previous days, and now her spirits are restored to what Robb had when she saw it for the first time: "I have made up my mind. Starting today, I will do my best to spread the true spirit of loving everything."