Chapter 1578 - This Is Definitely A Freaking Mechanical Genius!

Chapter 1578: This Is Definitely A Freaking Mechanical Genius!

"Woah…"

Mag was so scared that he jumped one big step backward. He looked up at Irina, who suddenly appeared on the threshold, and paled as if he was a little man who was caught by his wife red-handed as soon as he entered the red-light district. He forced out a smile. "Frankly speaking… I really came to learn how to brew rum today."

"Ha, men." Irina took a wine gourd out of nowhere. She twisted open the cap, and took a big gulp.

A beauty drinking under the moonlight. What a beautiful scene.

It was a pity… that Mag really didn't know how to appreciate that now.

He did indeed come to learn how to brew rum. After all, the mission that was set by the system on learning to brew rum wasn't complete yet, so he had to rush to learn how to do it by tonight.

"You are indeed trying to learn a new skill everywhere you go. Why did I never realize you love learning so much in the past?" Irina put away the wine gourd and met Mag's eyes.

"Learning is a matter that we will have to persevere for our entire life so we can keep pace with the times," Mag solemnly replied.

"Who said that?"

"Zhou Shuren."

"Who's that?"

"Lu Xun."

"Who is Lu Xun?"

"A man who said learning medicine couldn't save China."

"The medics are indeed rather useless. After all, not every one of them can smack people with chairs like me."

Mag cocked an eyebrow as he felt these words sounded quite right too. He began to sincerely say, "Therefore, that is my purpose for coming here today. The maiden here is the Falk Tribe's best brewer and the best rum brewer on the Norland Continent. We will be going back tomorrow, so I have to learn how to brew rum from her tonight."

"Alright. I'm not going to stop you even if you really want to try something else. That's if you have the guts." Irina leaped off the threshold, and landed in front of Mag. "What do you intend to do with that fellow?"

"Put him in a burlap sack and bring him back with us first. We could just say it's a special product when we enter the city. It should be fine," Mag said after some pondering.

"That will do too. I need to go out tonight, and I will be bringing some special product back." Irina nodded, and then turned to leave.

"What are you bringing back?" Mag tried to verify with Irina's back.

"I've heard some fellows in the Twilight Forest loved to collect elven maids," Irina answered, and then disappeared on the spot.

A giant purplish-golden beast quickly flew over at the periphery of the Falk Tribe, and soon disappeared again.

"They could have so many other hobbies. Why did they have to collect maids? And elven maids some more." Mag sighed. It seemed like the Twilight Forest wouldn't be too peaceful tonight.

Knock, knock…

Mag went up to knock.

The door opened shortly, and a fragrant breeze greeted his nose. A figure dashed out, and was about to throw herself into Mag's arms.

"Miss, please maintain your decorum." Mag took two steps back, put out his hand, and pressed on the forehead of Hannah, who was dashing over.

Although Irina had left, nobody knew if she had really left?

"I just want to express my happiness for the mission's success." Hannah rubbed her forehead, which was red from being stabbed by Mag's finger.

"Let's go in and talk." Mag walked into the yard resignedly. Perhaps this maiden had been living on her own for too long, but her train of thoughts was a little problematic.

"Alrighty." Hannah immediately closed the door and caught up with Mag. She asked with anticipation, "The mission is a success. Does the organization have any new arrangement for me? Are you here to give me a new mission and instructions?"

"The organization wants you to remain here, and wait for further instructions," Mag replied with a stern face.

"Huh…" Hannah looked deflated immediately after hearing that. She seemed to have all her energy sapped out from her body at that moment.

"I lied." Mag couldn't help chuckling. This maiden was really into it.

"That's so bad~!" Hannah clenched her fists, but soon again expectantly asked Mag, "Then, what plans does the organization have for me? I already can't wait to offer my body for the organization!"

"Offer your body?" Mag frowned as he felt something was rather wrong with this term.

"Yes. Offering my body." Hannah pulled her clothes to her sides to reveal her sexy collarbones with no hesitation.

"Wait a minute… Put on your clothes properly. That isn't the meaning of 'offering your body'…" Mag quickly pulled her clothes back together, and looked around him with guilt. It was fortunate that Irina had left, or else he would never be able to clear his name.

"It wasn't that? I remembered there was a phrase in the declaration when I joined the organization: I am willing to offer my body for the organization's cause!" Hannah looked at Mag with doubt.

Mag couldn't bother to explain to her further, and simply seriously said, "Comrade Old Sim, the organization orders you to teach Comrade Mag how to brew rum right now."

"Yes! Old Sim obeys the organization's instructions!" Hannah, too, replied solemnly. As she brought Mag to the brewing room, she turned around when she reached the door to carefully ask Mag, "What does the organization intend to do with me after this mission is complete? Can I… I'm saying is it possible… maybe there's any hope… that I can leave here?"

Mag was taken aback by Hannah, who had glistening eyes, and he asked, "Are you thinking of leaving the Falk Tribe?"

"I…" A gleam flashed through Hannah's eyes, but she soon lowered her head, and softly said, "I will obey the organization's instructions. If the organization needs me to stay here, then I will continue to stay here."

Looking at Hannah, Mag suddenly felt sorry for her. Old Sim had been guarding this tribe for his whole life, and Hannah took over his code name, and continued to guard here after he died.

They persevered for years as if it were only days, waiting for the secret code name that they might never ever hear in their entire lives.

Such a life was indeed extremely boring.

However, there were indeed such a group of people who persevered silently.

Without the need for any more words, Mag could also guess Hannah's thoughts. After a moment of silence, he said, "I haven't received any instructions from the organization yet. I will tell you the concrete outcome tomorrow."

"Alright." A smile appeared on Hannah's face again. She pushed open the door of the brewing room, and a comforting alcohol fragrance greeted them. After the oil lamps on the wall were lit, the distillation apparatuses with pipes crisscrossing everywhere appeared in front of Mag.

Although they were not glass pipes, as a dabbler designer, he knew very well what these machines were for.

He simply didn't expect a brewery in an orc tribe could have such advanced mechanical equipment. The brewing technology was even closer to the level of industrialization.

"I retrofitted these machines whenever I was feeling bored in the past. The furnace's heat isn't strong enough, and the Falk Tribe doesn't have a lot of metal, so it didn't reach the level I expected. Otherwise, it could have been done even better. Even though the rum brewed isn't as good as those that are brewed by hand, it's good enough to brew normal rum." Hannah knocked on the machine next to her, and turned to smile at Mag. "The most important thing is, it saves me time and effort. I don't stay here all day to brew rum."

This is definitely a freaking mechanical genius! Mag was staring at Hannah with glowing eyes.