The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 144: Real Feelings

In the backyard of the North Slope Mine firing area.

Nightingale picked up the wine glass on the table and held it over her head. The crystal-clear glass body shone under the light without the slightest trace.

He realized that these glasses were called the Crystal Cup, and the combustion process and formula were secret information in the alchemy workshop. Only the cup in his hand was worth about a golden kingdom. Crystal glassware matching exquisite silver tableware had always been a favorite of wealthy businessmen and nobles to show off their wealth.

Well, the crystal containers from this royal palace will soon be melted into raw materials.

“Your Majesty, you do not burn glass but the gold royals.” Nightingale exclaims.

“I don't have time to learn how to turn sand into colorless glass, so I can just combine it this way for now.” Roland threw the beautifully crafted crystal pot into the furnace made from Anna’s Blackfire. Nightingale felt pity because she still remembered that Prince Roland used to fill her with beer for tea parties in the castle garden and for the Devil's Moon celebration party.

The pan quickly melts and becomes a sticky paste under stable high temperatures.

“Blow glass ... with sand?” Anna asked, “Do they have the same substance?”

“Yeah, the main ingredients are similar, but the sand contains a lot of dirt. Glass blown with sand is mostly brown and green, which will not meet the requirements.”

“So, glass is actually purified sand?”

Roland smiled. “You can consider it. When I put this knowledge into a book about how particles form into a substance, you will understand once you read it.”

Nightingale pursed her lips and thought, [I won't understand. In addition, the color of the glass does not affect its function as a container. You will not use it as a cup of water, so why should it be made from a glass?]

Although they still looked colorless and transparent, their appearance was incomparable to the previous crystal cup.

Some looked like tubes with round bottoms, looking thin and long. And some looked like bottles and the bottom was as big as a kettle and the bottleneck was only as thick as a thumb.

The strangest thing was that the tube was bent into the shape of a horseshoe with both sides open, and it was not even a container.

“What do you want to do with that crystal glass equipment?” Nightingale could not help asking.

“This is not for me but for the alchemist use of Border Town,” Roland said as he stirred the paste in Blackfire with a glass stick, “they can use this glassware to extract acid and base to produce some chemicals for the new weapon I made. ”

[Asam? The alkaline? Chemicals?] Nightingale blinked, realizing that she did not understand what His Majesty said. It made her feel a little depressed. Of course, he could always ask about them one by one, but he felt that it looked too indifferent and he did not want to expose the side of himself in front of Anna, so he could only pay attention to the nouns he understood. .

“Since when does Border Town have alchemists? There was no alchemy workshop even in Longsong Fortress. You can only find alchemists in Redwater City. I heard their salaries are higher than master's, and it is rather difficult to recruit them with just gold royals . ”

“You know quite a lot,” Roland replied with a smile, “that's true. I have sent people who are already on their way to Redwater City. Most likely we will receive the message in about two weeks. However, I ‘ I did not recruit them with gold royals, but some alchemy secrets. Regarding our chances, I myself am not too sure. ”

The praise from His Majesty during the first half of the conversation suddenly dispelled Nightingale's depression, and he contentedly walked back to the middle of the courtyard and stuffed the cake from the round table into his mouth.

Ever since Roland turned the main trial site from the castle backyard into a firing area on the North Slope Mountain, afternoon tea was also diverted.

For example, this snack is called steamed bread. The skin is made of specially handled wheat flour, making it very soft and supple. There was also a stuffing of meat wrapped in it. The meat is finely chopped and tastes very juicy..Different from hard and hard-to-swallow salted meat, the minced meat and the sari will blend into one in one bite.

Nightingale stuffed her fingers into her mouth and sucked them one by one while sitting on the sofa. He's feeling a little sleepy.

[Am I getting lazy lately?] Her thought.

The afternoon sun shone on him which felt like warm water slowly enveloping him. The spring breeze blowing on the leaves made a stifling sound. He felt very calm and calm. He took off his shoes and curled up, lying on one side.

This perspective leads to a backyard view to the side door of the gunpowder-making room. A curtain hung down from the door, which His Majesty used to prevent him from sneaking in. Thinking about it, Nightingale found it a little funny. Both the walls of the courtyard and the walls of the gunpowder room were just flat ground that he could freely enter. He had even entered the mysterious house and listened to His Majesty who spoke about the production method calmly on one hand, but just that, he did not take the finished gunpowder.

While Roland thought no one knew about it, it was he who did not know the truth.

Nightingale shifted her head to look at Anna.

He was holding a flat cup, which had just been blown and he was talking to His Majesty. He looked serious and focused.

Nightingale admired Anna. She was a girl who came from a civilian family, yet she was extremely talented.

It was Anna who brought the sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association to escape the fate of the refugees and freed them from the bite of magic power. If it wasn't him who changed Prince Roland's view of the witches, all subsequent changes wouldn't have happened.

If Her Majesty were to marry a witch, Anna would be the only person she could think of.

Although she still had a hint of hope, Nightingale chose to bury her deeply in the depths of her heart. As long as he could stay around His Majesty most of the time, he would be satisfied.

He closed his eyes and imagined the scene uncontrollably.

Roland gracefully climbed into the palace. He wore a golden crown and held a gemstone scepter as he walked towards the castle terrace to receive public respect and cheers.

The girl in the white satin dress walking hand in hand with her was Anna, who was also wearing a golden crown on her head. His face was covered in a veil. He smiled and waved to the people.

Lightning floated in the air, sprinkling bright red rose petals. The melodious bell rang from far away the king's bell tower tower.

She herself stood with the other sisters, clapping and sending their blessings.

He grew sleepy and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Roland turned around, opened the girl's veil, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The final scene became very blurry, with the veil falling to the floor, Nightingale faintly looked at the girl with her eyes closed.

He smiled and fell asleep.