Chapter 414 Weaving Field
“Small means?” Sylvia felt nervous, but she still refused to admit it.
“Lord Setia, I don’t know what you are talking about.” Ladi sneered, “Do you think I can’t see that you were trying to give me a hint that night?”
After being exposed in person, Sylvia did not panic and responded: "To each other, didn't you follow me all night? I didn't expect that someone would come to my door as soon as I woke up."
La Di stopped entangled with her and turned to Paul: "Mr. Grayman, do you have any other plans next? If there is nothing else, I will go back to Lake Town."
Paul rubbed his chin and thought for a while and said: "Well... I was invited to visit a weaving factory this morning. Don't be in a hurry to go back. Come with me to see it."
Ladi She said happily: "I am willing to go with you."
A thought suddenly came to her mind and she suggested: "It is better to let Miss Assitini go together, so that she can understand the northwest The customs and customs of the bay."
Paul agreed: "If Miss Assitini has time, I will not object."
Sevia took a step forward: " Lord Graiman, I am honored.”
...
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.
"Welcome Lord Grayman, I am really honored by your arrival."
Paul and his entourage stepped out of the carriage and said with a smile: "Partridge, I hope my The arrival will not affect your work."
"Everyone in the factory is excited to see Master Graiman, and they work more enthusiastically."
Partridge smiled flatteringly and led Paul and others into the factory. Since he had inquired about Paul's preferences in advance, he did not hold any welcome ceremony.
Paul and Partridge were walking and talking in front, followed by Ladi, Sylvia and other attendants.
Sevia walked beside La Di and came to a factory. The scene inside shocked her.
There are machines one after another neatly placed in the wide space, with a worker sitting in front of each machine to operate.
It is easy to tell that they are weaving. As the workers step on the pedals with their left and right feet 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 yarn back and forth between the warp yarns, and the cloth is quickly formed on the loom at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Sevia was a child, she had seen other people weaving. If it were 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 a shuttle on a machine, when the rope is pulled, it "flies" from one side to the other at extremely high speeds.
This kind of unfamiliar loom is not only much faster than traditional looms, but the width of the cloth weaved is also far beyond what traditional looms can do. Traditional looms operated by one person, because Limited by the operator's arm length, the width of the cloth woven is generally about 40 centimeters, but the width of the cloth produced by the machine in front of you is almost one meter.
Clang, clang...
The entire building was filled with the sound of machine weaving, like a chorus of machines.
The wide space, numerous and neatly arranged looms, and workers who are constantly busy, the whole picture is filled with 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 ears.
Nature is magic!
If it was in the past, Sylvia would have answered this without hesitation, but now she feels that the other party meant something.
"You should know my answer. What do you mean by this?" Sylvia asked back.
Ladi looked at some 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 people easily, it can By playing tricks on others, it can even control a person's mind and make them obey you."
"That's right, I think so too," Sylvia responded.
Ladi continued:
“But since coming to the Northwest Bay, my thoughts have changed a lot. Fighting, killing, dominating, fooling, it’s not just those who can do these. Magic.”
She turned and stared at Sylvia.
"There are also swords, money, power, and conspiracy. We spellcasters are no different from those skilled knights, wealthy people, and well-versed monarchs."
"You..." Sai Via 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."
La Di shook her head and said: "I am not qualified to make any judgments yet. . But I can share some of my superficial opinions with you."
Sevia listened carefully to what Ladi said.
"Selvia, my sister, although we spellcasters are misunderstood by the world, we must admit that most of us in this group are pretentious and have a more or less sense of superiority in our hearts."
"Indeed."
Sevia agreed with this. She recalled the first time she successfully cast a spell. The huge joy and pride still make people feel excited when she recalls it. Surging.
I must be the one chosen by God - this was the thought that came to her mind at that time.
A widely circulated statement among wizards only intensified her recognition and pride in her new identity - spellcasters have powerful magic but mortals do not. The difference between spellcasters and mortals is like The horse is the same as the horse. The horse is jealous of the horse's ability to travel thousands of miles in a day, so it relies on its numerical advantage to persecute the horse and attempts to eliminate the horse. It is the delusion that if there are no horses in the world, it will not feel that the horse is slow.
Putting down her memories, she heard La Di say with some self-deprecation: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, what about those knights with weapons and kings with power? Everyone looks at the world from a self-centered perspective, no matter what Because of blood or ability, everyone thinks that they are extraordinary people who are different from ordinary people and are people with power."
"These extraordinary people, including us spellcasters, naturally. They think they are writing history with their own power, and they think they are shaping the world according to their own power, but if you think about it carefully, their power has never really changed history and the world.”
La. Ogi's words left Sylvia a little confused.
Have history and the world never changed?
Although she is not a scholar, Sevia has read a lot of books.
If history and the world had not changed, how could the magnificent rise and fall of kingdoms and exciting heroic adventure epics be born?
(End of this chapter)