Chapter 1810 - : It Exploded!

Mag believed there was no way that he could undertake the responsibility of guarding a race. He even often worried if he could be a good father or a good husband.

Gina stared at Mag in a daze, as if she didn't expect he would reject her. After being dazed for a moment, she panickedly said, "D-did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. Lantisde is not wrong, either." Mag placed his hand on Gina's head gently to calm her. He said to her smilingly, "If Lantisde doesn't compete with the other races, you all naturally don't have to worry about the other races going into the sea to fight with you. Hence, there's no need for you to hand the scepter over to an outsider like me, and be under my control. I will always be Lantisde's friend. Of course, I won't stand aside if you ever need my help.

"Furthermore, I'm just a human, and not some god. I love to cook, I love the restaurant and a simple life like this. Power to me is just like a fleeting cloud."

Gina looked at Mag with her mouth slightly agape. There seemed to be a holy glow that was emanating from his body, just like that of the savior that appeared in the crystal ball that day.

"Simple… happy life." Gina felt enlightened and nodded hard. "I will return to tell Royal Father and the high priest exactly what you said."

"Go ahead." Mag retracted his hands, his gaze full of encouragement.

Watching Gina leave, Mag heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Irina wasn't present, otherwise he would have to explain what "follow Sir for the rest of my life" meant again.

Hannah's rum brewery should be completed by now? Mag pushed the bicycle out as he prepared to go to the north of the city to check on the progress of Hannah's rum brewery. Many customers had been asking about the rum recently.

Additionally, Mag was prepared to place the mass production of Maotai and whiskey on the agenda.

Brewing beer on his balcony had already reached its limit. Brewing whiskey and Maotai would need a bigger place and a longer time. Building a brewery and producing them on mass scale was a good idea.

Liquor was an industry that had very high profits. Beer, rum, whiskey, Maotai. Mag, who had the trump cards, was very confident that he could monopolize the high-end liquor market of the Norland Continent.

As for the wines, out of respect for Scheer, Mag decided not to overtake the name of Buffett Winery for the time being.

"Host, please don't get lost in earning money. Introducing this world to great dishes is what you should do as the candidate for the God of Cookery!" the system reminded him.

"Money? I have never touched money. I'm not interested in money. I only want the people who like liquors in this world to get to enjoy the real great liquors, and give those lousy liquors a sense of crisis and direction to improve themselves," Mag said honorably.

After riding his bicycle out of the door, he greeted Mobai and Lulu—who were sitting at the blacksmith shop's entrance for a break—and then rode off, whistling.

"Boss Mag is indeed a carefree person." Mobai chuckled as he looked at Mag's back.

"He's a good man," Lulu said bashfully.

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Before he reached the brewery, Mag already saw the white smoke that was coming out of the tall chimney from afar.

This lass really couldn't wait to start work. Mag cocked his eyebrows. It seemed like Hannah had already begun to test the machines.

He could understand Hannah's "can hardly wait" mentality. After all, everything of this rum brewery, from the machines' blueprint to the factory's layout blueprint, was thought out by her through many sleepless nights. Then, she stayed at the construction site every day, working overtime to make sure that the craftsmen who were split into two shifts built it properly.

It wasn't too much to describe it as the fruit of her labor.

Boom…

A sound of explosion came from the brewery as soon as Mag's bicycle was parked in front of the brewery.

"This is?" Mag saw that the tall chimney swayed in the midst of the black smoke before crashing down unwillingly.

A group of craftsmen who were refining the brewery's details ran out with a look of fear and panic.

Mag rushed into the thick black smoke immediately, and pulled the befuddled Hannah out.

Hannah, whose face was tainted black by the smoke and hair was frizzled like the golden mane of a lion, was stunned for a moment. She blinked before she noticed Mag. Then, she revealed a shocked expression. "I-it exploded!"

"Yes, I saw it." Mag pursed his lips, trying hard to stifle his laughter.

"I-it just exploded like that!" Hannah replied innocently in a quivering voice.

"Yes, I saw it…" Mag turned his head to the other side. He couldn't help but make "hehehe" sounds.

He was professionally trained.

But he couldn't hold it in.

After laughing, Mag turned to look at the distraught Hannah, and patted her shoulder to console her. "It's alright. We can start all over again as long as the people are still here."

"From drawing the blueprints?" Hannah's eyes rolled, and she fainted into Mag's arms.

This child… Mag held onto Hannah. He instructed the craftsmen to put out the fire that was caused by the explosion first. He asked them not to bother with clearing the aftermath before sending Hannah to the textile factory nearby.

Irina wasn't around, but there were still many magic casters who knew healing magic, and there was a professional hospital. After all, there were 30,000 people making up the Night Elves.

The explosion didn't hurt Hannah. She fainted due to exhaustion, on top of the desperation of having to re-do the blueprint again.

The elven healer placed a calming magic on her. Hannah's furrowed eyebrows relaxed, and her breathing became even gradually as she fell asleep.

That elf also used a cleansing magic on her. She cleaned up the sooty Hannah, and changed her clothes.

The elf walked out of the room, and said to Mag, "She will be fine after a sleep."

"Thank you. Let her rest here for a while. I'll come back to fetch her later." Mag took a look at Hannah, who was lying there quietly, before walking out of the infirmary.

Mag returned to the brewery.

Looking at the mess, he felt rather speechless.

The boiler exploded, and the brewing machine was all over the place. The entire boiler room was in a mess.

Mag took out an N95 mask, and put it on. He looked around the smokey factory building with narrowed eyes, and inwardly asked, "System, check what's the problem."

"Host—"

"1000 copper coins." Mag stuffed the system's mouth.

"But the Host has no money now…"

Mag's expression froze, but he smiled, and said, "I have secret savings."

Approximately one minute later, the system's voice appeared. "The scan is completed. On the three-dimensional plot drawn according to the design blueprint, six structural problems and three material problems were found. The design blueprint of the brewing machine has been redrawn, should I print it out?"

"Of course." Mag nodded.

"It costs two copper coins to print a page. There are a total of 32 pages, and the charge is 64 copper coins. Deducted!" The system's joyful voice sounded.

Mag looked at the stack of blueprint in his hands, and dissed the system's greediness inwardly. However, he was still very satisfied with the unusually standardized drawings.