Chapter 410: weaving field

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"Small means?" Sylvia's heart tightened, but she still refused to admit it.

"Lord Setia, I don't know what you're talking about." Ladi sneered, "Do you think I can't see that you tried to give me a hint that night?"

After being pointed out face to face, Sylvia didn't panic, and responded: "To each other, didn't you also follow me for a night? I didn't expect that someone would come to my door when I woke up."

Ladi stopped entangled with her and turned to Paul: "Master Greiman, do you have any plans for the future? If there is nothing else, I will go back to Lake Town."

Paul rubbed his chin for a while and said, "Well...I was invited to visit a weaving factory this morning. Don't rush back, go and have a look with me."

Ladi said happily: "I am willing to go with you."

A thought suddenly came to her mind, and she suggested: "Why don't you let Miss Assitini go with you, so that she can learn about the customs and customs of the Northwest Bay."

Paul agreed: "If Miss Ascettini has time, I have no objection."

Sylvia took a step forward: "Master Graiman, I am very honored."

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When Partridge, the owner of the textile factory, saw the lord's team appearing in front of his factory, he immediately ran to Paul's carriage with small steps.

"Welcome Lord Graiman, I am really honored to have you here."

Paul and his party stepped out of the carriage and said with a smile, "Partridge, I hope my arrival will not affect your work."

"Everywhere, everyone in the workshop is very excited to see Lord Graiman, and they are more enthusiastic about their work."

Partridge smiled obsequiously, and led Paul and others into the workshop. Because he had inquired about Paul's preferences in advance, he did not hold any welcome ceremony.

Paul and Partridge walked and chatted in front, followed by Ladi, Sylvia and other attendants.

Sylvia walked beside Ladi, and followed into a factory building. The scene inside shocked her.

One machine after another is neatly placed in the wide field, and a worker sits in front of each machine to operate it.

It is easy to see that they are weaving. As the workers step on the pedals alternately, the rows of warp yarns on the loom overlap up and down, and as the workers pull the rope, a shuttle pulls the weft yarns on the loom. The warp yarns shuttle back and forth, and the cloth is quickly formed on the loom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sylvia had seen other people weaving when she was a child. If it was an ordinary loom, the shuttle used to pull the weft would be passed from one hand to the other by the operator, not like the one in front of her. Like the shuttle on this kind of machine, when the rope is pulled, it "flies" from one side to the other at a very high speed.

This kind of unfamiliar loom, not to mention that the speed is greatly improved compared with the traditional loom, and the width of the cloth weaved is far from that of the traditional loom. The traditional loom operated by one person is limited by the operator's The length of the arm, the width of the woven cloth is generally about 40 centimeters, and the width of the cloth produced on this machine is almost one meter.

Bang, bang...

The whole building is filled with the sound of machine weaving, like a chorus of machines.

The wide field, the large number of neatly arranged looms, and the workers who are constantly busy, the whole picture is full of an indescribable beauty.

"What kind of power do you think can be regarded as 'great power'?"

The voice of the blue witch suddenly sounded in her ear.

Nature is magic!

If it was in the past, Sylvia would not hesitate to answer like this, but now she feels that the other party has something to say.

"You should know my answer, what do you mean?" Sylvia asked back.

Ladi looked at the looms, and replied, "I used to think, like you, that magic is the greatest power in the world. It can make you invincible in battle, it can kill easily, it can Playing with others in applause, it can even control a person's mind and make the other person obey you."

"That's right, I think so too." Sylvia responded.

But Ladi continued:

"But since I came to Northwest Bay, my thinking has changed a lot. Fighting, killing, dominating, fooling, it's not just magic that can do it."

She turned and stared at Sylvia.

"There are also swords, money, power, and conspiracy. We spellcasters are no different from those knights who are skilled in martial arts, rich men with wealth, and monarchs who are proficient in their court."

"You..." Sylvia was a little unconvinced, but she couldn't find any words to refute, because the other party seemed to be right.

She asked: "What about you? What kind of power do you think can be called great."

Ladi shook her head and said, "I'm not qualified to make judgments right now. But I can share some shallow insights of my own with you."

Sylvia listened carefully to what Ladi said.

"Sylvia, my sister, although we spellcasters have been misunderstood by the world~www.readwn.com~, it must be admitted that most of us in this group are pretentious, with more or less Superiority."

"really."

Sylvia agreed with this. She recalled the scene when she successfully cast a spell for the first time. The great joy and pride made her heart throbbing even now.

I must be the Chosen One—that was the idea in her mind at the time.

And a widely circulated statement among the wizarding community intensified her recognition and pride of her new identity - spellcasters have powerful magic power, but mortals do not, the difference between spellcasters and mortals is like a horse and a nasty horse, and a nasty horse is jealous Horses travel thousands of miles a day, relying on their superiority in numbers to persecute them, trying to wipe them out, thinking that there will be no more horses in the world, so they don't feel slow.

Putting down her memories, she heard Ladi say with some self-mockery: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, why aren't those knights with force and kings with power like this? Everyone looks at this world with self-centeredness. Whether it is because of blood or ability, everyone thinks that they are extraordinary people who are different from ordinary people, and they are people with strength."

"These extraordinary people, including us spellcasters, think that they are writing history with their own power, and they think that they are shaping the world according to their own power, but when you think about it carefully, how has their power really Changed history and the world."

Ladi's words made Sylvia a little confused.

Has history and the world not changed?

Although she is not a scholar, Sevia has also read a lot of books.

If the history and the world have not changed, how did the period after period of magnificent history of the rise and fall of the kingdom, one after another exciting heroic adventure epic come into being?