69novels Chapter 420 This is the Factory
Chapter 420 This is the Factory
Chapter 420 This is the Factory
Thirty gold coins, enough wealth to arm a small team of knights.
If this money were given to ordinary people, it could feed a family of three for a lifetime.
Edward ruled that the salary of the deputy master of the Knights Templar was only two gold coins and twenty silver coins a year. However, just by having a dry barbecue with Sir Norton, a stranger, Edward received several years' salary.
Money can move people's hearts. The usually cold saint looked at Edward with passion in her eyes.
Lucas even reached out his hand secretly, but was forced back by Edward's open mouth.
"I will keep an eye on the matters entrusted by Sir Norton for you."
Edward put the gold coins into his arms and talked to Norton with a smile.
Captain Edward, who once declared that he would never allow external things to interfere with his beliefs, now put on a hypocritical smile.
Nothing in the adult world is easy.
“I never thought that running a factory could be so profitable.”
Norton was able to give Edward, whom he had never met, a large sum of money just to purchase machinery.
This proves that Norton usually earns much more money than this.
Edward was a little jealous. The support provided by the Kingdom to the Knights of Judgment could barely keep the legion running. If he opened a factory like this...
Edward was a little distracted as he was thinking, but he heard the saint beside him suddenly make a request to Norton.
"Sir Norton, can I visit your factory? I have been in the temple and have never seen a factory before."
"Since the nun is curious, she can go and see it, but the factory is full of smoke and may..."
"I'm not afraid."
Norton was a little unhappy, a nun, going to the factory to see something.
If you get bumped into something, whose fault is it?
But there was nothing to refuse in this matter. Norton called one of his men and led the three saints out.
Norton's thugs led the three men to a factory closest to the castle. Judging from the structure of the building, this should have been the town's emergency granary.
Converting the large granary into a factory does provide ample space, but what about the grain inside?
Where will the new granary be built?
Edward was confused and asked the thug in a low voice.
But the thugs didn't take it seriously at all.
"How much is the grain? The revenue from the factory opened by Lord Norton is enough to fill ten granaries of this size!"
Edward heard from the thugs that Norton should have completely eliminated the place where food was stored in the town.
Edward's heart skipped a beat. The villages and towns around the royal capital would store large amounts of food in order to deal with various crises.
If all the towns and villages were like Norton, where the most basic facilities were cancelled in order to make money, where would the kingdom get food from if there was another war?
Edward felt that this matter must be reported to the king as soon as possible.
If you only think of a solution when something really happens, it will be too late by then!
Edward was thinking about national affairs, but the saint just wanted to see what was going on inside the factory.
What happened to the laborers a few days ago formed a knot in the saint's heart.
How could a good person become like a beast, shamelessly attacking the weak?
If the saint was an ordinary woman and hadn't had Edward and Lucas to protect her, the situation that night would have been like hell.
In the past, the saint could only hear about the situation in the outside world through rumors. Only after experiencing such thrilling things in person did she realize how devastating true suffering can be to a person's heart.
The side door of the factory opened, and the saint took a step out and entered the world of steel.
Everything you see is made of metal. In order to make it easier for workers to drag goods, the factory floor is also inlaid with iron plates.
The saint had never seen such a space made entirely of steel. She felt like she had entered the belly of a steel monster and for no reason had the illusion that she was very small.
Edward and Lucas were also shocked by the situation at the factory.
"So much iron! If it were all used on the ground, how many armors and swords could be made out of it!"
Lucas was stunned by Sir Norton's generosity. You know, when the Temple commissioned Lucas to impersonate the Knights of Judgment to harm people, the benefits Lucas got were not as much as this factory.
"No wonder everyone is heading north. If there were factories like this everywhere in the north..."
What can the king use to fight against the North?
If a factory like this runs at full capacity for a year or two, it is possible that its accumulation will exceed that of the royal capital over the past few decades!
After getting over the initial surprise, the three of them walked into the factory.
The saint's eyes were first attracted by the huge machine that made an astonishing noise.
Every time the machine lever moves, it can bring about a miracle of tremendous force that is difficult for humans to achieve.
The container, which is as huge as a house, can rotate and translate, be filled with hot molten metal, and quickly cool and shape it.
The conveyor belt quickly poured the mountain of ore into the boiling boiler. The saint felt that the flame magic cast by the senior magician could not match the temperature released by the boiler.
The saint's gaze moved to the busy workers.
Wearing only minimal clothing, they toiled desperately in the scorching hot factory.
The saint only watched for a while and then recorded their movements. She felt that these workers had lost their souls and became part of this monster workshop.
People have become parts of a machine, performing only a few repetitive actions all day long.
The saint felt that the atmosphere here was even more depressing and terrifying than the courtyard full of old nuns where she grew up as a child.
"Won't they go crazy?"
The saint murmured and asked this question.
The thugs were very dissatisfied with the distance between the saint and the boiler. She was too close. Didn't she feel the heat?
"That's nothing. The nobles in the next town just buy slaves to work for them and only provide them with one meal a day. If the slaves die of exhaustion, they will buy new ones. Compared with that crazy guy, our Sir Norton is already very merciful~"
Norton was indeed a kind little nobleman, because he absorbed the three-shift work system of the North, allowing his workers to have time to rest.
In this way, Norton would not have to arrest people everywhere in his territory like other lords did.
That would reduce the operating efficiency of the factory.
Under the gaze of the saint, a laborer fell to the ground due to exhaustion.
The steel floor was enough to burn the soles of the saint's feet, and the man just lay there quietly, making people wonder if he was exhausted to death.
The next moment, a worker ran over and dragged the unconscious man to the shady area outside the factory.
After letting his co-worker outside, the worker climbed up the tall iron frame and returned to his own post to work.
No one cared about the unconscious man. In the eyes of the people in the factory, a few people fainting at work was as normal as eating and drinking.
“Is this the factory…?”