I became a witch, but I started the industrial revolution

Speer replied respectfully: "The bishops of the branches in various countries have agreed. We will call on the believers to eradicate all heresy under your guidance!"

Olgovich nodded in satisfaction: "I will redeem Astar in the name of the goddess and bring them back the glory of the goddess!"

"..."

After finishing the loving breakfast carefully prepared by Elisa in the morning, Medea planned in the office how to use the huge gold reserves accumulated in his hands to establish the charter standards for the bank to issue credit currency.

But after writing only a little, Medea couldn't continue. She felt a little uneasy and always felt that something bad was about to happen.

After sitting there for a long time, he simply threw the half-written notebook into the drawer, changed into casual clothes in the small bedroom, and walked towards the door.

She thought that she was too tired recently and needed to go out for some fresh air and change her mood before talking.

When Medea stood at the door of the Commander's Mansion, she couldn't help but take a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She felt a lot more energetic. She put on a lady's hat and veil and walked towards the street.

After years of development, the city of Uruk has begun to look like the city she remembered from her previous life, but it still has some shadows of a military town.

Such as the straight and wide cement main road, the two-man patrol police teams that appear from time to time, and the occasional company-level army soldiers passing by in neat steps.

Of course, the heavy weapons are all on the top of the city walls, such as heavy, immovable cannons, howitzers that are small enough to be pulled by two horses, and machine guns are also in abundant supply.

It can be said that with the current defense of Uruk City, any traditional kingdom army that comes is useless, and it is difficult for the magician corps to avoid the long-range bombardment of heavy cannons with extra-long barrels.

Turning away from the main road, Medea walked towards the commercial street. From time to time, a team of horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods passed by her on the road.

Sometimes she would look towards the caravan out of curiosity, because there were more than just humans in the caravan. Especially in Palia, there were many slaves in the caravan, and the types of slaves from all over the world were dazzling.

In addition to the dwarves seen before, there are also various kinds of beastmen. For example, Medea saw a group of catwomen in an iron cage now.

They were huddled together in simple linen clothes, with recognizable cat ears and tails of various colors, pale faces and dull skin, and it was obvious at a glance that they had suffered a lot.

She was no longer surprised by this, the reason slaves Palia could be brought to Astar was because they also collected slaves to offset payments, and they were also new populations.

Astell will not lose anything as they can regain their civilian status after working for two years. The benefits they can create in the factory are enough for the territory to easily recoup its investment.

On the small continent that Medea was standing on, the beastmen did not have their own kingdom. Most of them lived in tribes within the borders of various countries.

There are actually some in Ovinia, but they are not within the sphere of influence of Medea.

So she was not at all surprised that these beastmen were captured and sold as slaves. A race without its own country would have little chance of having dignity.

In a sense, it was their fate to be sold to Astar, because only here were there a large number of factories that needed workers to fill the jobs.

Other countries were basically still in a period of relying on the weather for their livelihood. The women who were sold there had no other use except to be used as reproductive machines, and their status was equivalent to that of livestock.

Just looking at those little tails that were curled one after another, Medea felt itchy. When would she be able to have two secretaries like this?

Perhaps she should come up with some special policies to help other races integrate into the Astaire community more quickly.

She hadn't realized before that there were other races under her command, and was a little careless in this regard.

I strolled around casually and looked around, and unknowingly came to the special first-class factory that had been established earlier. After the guard informed me, the factory director hurried to the factory gate to greet me.

She didn't say much to the other party and let him lead her to the engine research and development department.

Before entering the factory, a familiar low "buzzing" sound came into Medea's ears.

Stopping the factory manager from shouting, Medea quickly moved behind the group of craftsmen and looked at the big thing being tested on the shelf.

As the staff increased the powder spray, a powerful roar echoed throughout the factory, and surprise burst out in Mitia's eyes.

But the good times didn't last long. Before long, a series of strange noises came from the cylinder, the whole engine began to vibrate and tremble, and then a cloud of black smoke came out.

"STOP STOP!!!"

"It's over! It's useless again."

"I feel like I'm doing something wrong. Every time I add a little bit of injection volume, it doesn't work. It will definitely break as soon as I add more."

A group of people were discussing in front of the engine that was emitting black smoke. Medea was listening quietly. An idea popped up in her mind:

"Do you think it's feasible to dissolve the magic crystal powder into water?"

Chapter 35: Shelia Miranda

"Melt into the water? It seems... possible?"

"No! Nonsense! How can water ignite instantly?"

Mitia interrupted again: "Why not change the ignition method? For example, after the liquid dust is ejected, the air with elements rushing straight into it will explode."

Melted into the liquid, this is what Medea thought when he looked at the rough manufacturing process of the finished internal combustion engine. It should be the old problem of poor quality of materials.

As the amount of dust injection increases, the energy of the explosion also increases, and the pressure on the entire cylinder components reaches the critical point that the material can withstand.

In fact, with the work intensity just mentioned, if it is changed to eight parallel cylinders, it can be produced and used, but the effect may not be satisfactory and the failure rate will be very high.

So in this case, let's put it aside and wait for improvement

The solution is to mix the magic crystal powder with liquid, such as a small amount of water, and use it as fuel for transportation. By using water as a solvent to change the powder into a fluid, the problem can be avoided to a certain extent.

Moreover, water itself will evaporate into steam after being ignited by high temperature, and then it can be discharged together with the exhaust gas.

In this case, compression ignition is more suitable.

Medea's words opened everyone's minds.

The compression ignition type is easy to understand. To put it simply, it first inhales air, pressurizes it and heats it up, and then sprays out fuel to let it explode and push the piston to do work. In principle, it is simpler to implement than the previous one.

Because there are some magical elements in the air itself, the compression ignition type can remove the previous air element filter plate and do the work directly.

Because of the different ignition and feeding methods, the piston connecting rod will be made longer, the torque will be greater, and it will be more suitable for the use requirements of trucks and armored vehicles envisioned by Mitia.

Looking at the damaged version of the internal combustion engine on the stage, Medea suddenly felt like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Old friend, I will change the fuel that suits you best, and this world will never abandon you again~

"Ok?"

The girl snorted in confusion

The factory director, who was following Medea respectfully with his head down, felt the white skirt disappear from the corner of his eye. He looked up quickly, but Medea was nowhere to be seen.

The factory manager then let out a breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He knew that the other party had left.

At this time, Medea had already flashed out of the factory and flew low towards the city gate following the breath she sensed. However, her speed was not very fast because she had to let the passing soldiers see her face clearly.

Since there are magical beasts in this world, there will naturally be air cavalry, so high-altitude flying is not allowed in the city of Uruk most of the time.

If they remained indifferent after being discovered and warned, they would be shot down like turkeys by the quadruple anti-aircraft Maxim machine gun groups set up on the rooftops.

As the distance shortened, the familiar yet unfamiliar aura of the other party became clearer and clearer. Medea's heart was full of doubts. She knew very well that no one she knew had such a aura, but there was a sense of familiarity, which was very strange.

It was not until the other party appeared in front of him that Medea suddenly realized that the magical aura of the two people were intertwined. Medea was testing, while the other party was responding very simply.

[? What a beautiful witch! ]

[What a cute little witch! ]

The 'little girl' in front of me who was stopped by the guards at the city gate was wearing an exquisite and gorgeous pink Gothic puffy skirt.

The pair of big rose-purple eyes on her round face were very lively. At this moment, her pink lips were pouted high. She was standing in front of the guards, looking up at Medea pitifully: "Help me~"

Her silver hair with twin ponytails that are almost as long as her height is very eye-catching. She has a very petite figure, which can be said to be the perfect embodiment of the word "cute".

Looking at the embarrassed guard who was scratching his head, Medea asked him to return to his post.

In principle, the city of Uruk would not prevent ordinary people from entering or leaving, but would question those who looked elegantly dressed.

One is to confirm the identity, and the other is to let the other party know the special rules of Uruk City.

After all, there is no distinction between slaves and nobles in the city of Astar, which is considered an anomaly across the entire continent, and many so-called "nobles" cannot accept it.

It's better to explain the situation as soon as possible than to commit a crime after entering the prison and be dragged to target practice by Astell and then cry for help.

But the "little Lolita" in front of him was rather special. She was small and looked like a child who had been lost from her family. It was estimated that the guards were questioning her about the details and preparing to report them.

But apparently his appearance might not be up to standard and he was disliked~ so the other party directly released his aura to let Medea come over.

But from this, Medea could also understand that the other party was coming for her.

Medea knew very well that although the other party looked small, considering the lifespan of a witch...this might be an old woman with a loli body~ and a very powerful one.

Only those at Saint level and above have the ability to restore youth.

As if sensing something, the little girl in front of her crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Medea with a fierce and cute face: "You seem to be making a very unladylike comment on me!"

Medea did not answer but asked: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Is it not possible?"

"Not really, but your presence makes me feel a little uneasy."

"Nothing much, I just wanted to see what the strange juniors mentioned by other sisters are like."

She crossed her arms and walked around Medea: "Hmm... Apart from her looks, she doesn't seem to be that great. Her magic power is so weak."

Medea: "...Other sisters? You're spying on me?"

"I don't like the word surveillance. I think protection is more appropriate. Also, are you sure you want to stand here in this dusty place and chat with me?"

She came close to Medea with her chubby little face, her big eyes full of curiosity. Medea also looked down at her, but suddenly a strange idea popped up in her head.

If she had a daughter, she would probably look like this, right? But she doesn't know how to find a man, so she's afraid she'll never have a child in this life.

"Hey!!! Why are you so full of these extremely rude thoughts? Are you a pervert!"

Medea: "...You can read minds! I think it's very rude to use this to pry into other people's thoughts."

'Well, all right. I, Shelia Miranda, apologize!'

"I, Medea Ackerman Astar, accept your apology. Come on, I'll take you into the city."

"By the way, do you need me to carry you? This might be faster."

'roll! ’

"..."

Walking down the street, smiling and nodding to the people passing by, Mitia turned to look at Shelia who was licking the candied haws and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind:

"Why do you call me a weird junior?"

"Look, this scene just now is very strange." Xue Liya raised her little face and pointed at the back of the leader who just greeted her:

'His emotions are weird, and you're weird, and this place is even weirder.'