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#484 - The future industrial center of the Papal States

The torrential rain had been falling for three days straight, and even the sewage from the drainage ditches had overflowed from the cypress planks.

On the slippery and muddy streets, every time the gate was opened, groups of slimes could be seen crawling on the stone bricks, frolicking and rolling around.

However, specialized artisans would soon arrive with temporary laborers, arresting all these slimes, skinning them, and using their tendons as one of the raw materials for mortar.

It wasn't until the fourth day that the rain gradually lessened a bit, and the misty rain gently embraced the long embankment, as if a layer of transparent velvet of raindrops had grown on the gray-green stones.

Wearing an oilcloth cloak and holding a flimsy oil-paper umbrella, Horn stood on top of the dam, watching the lake water crashing against the long embankment like waves.

Even though he had an umbrella, his body and face were covered in wet rain, sticking his black hair to the corners of his mouth.

Due to the special climate of Thousand River Valley, the rain here doesn't fall straight down like in Jiangnan, but blows diagonally or even horizontally.

Horn originally thought that the locals liked to wear cloaks instead of using umbrellas because they couldn't make umbrellas.

But when he put up the umbrella and found that the rain stopped, and when he didn't use the umbrella and found that it rained, and after the umbrella was opened, he was hit in the face by the horizontally flying rain, he realized that he was the clown all along.

Resignedly handing the umbrella to Armand, who was beside him, Horn put on his hood, stepped on the slippery paving stones, and continued forward.

Five days had passed since Horn returned from the underground palace. Currently, news about the underground palace is only circulating in a small circle among the higher-ups.

As for the murals in the underground palace, Horn had people roughly copy them, and Hilof is still deciphering the two books.

These two pieces of information will be used as internal reference materials for the Salvation Army and can only be viewed by people with certain permissions.

The incident caused by the demon hunter has come to an end.

The only thing that is puzzling is that the person who secretly took action has not yet appeared, and they have investigated several times without finding any reliable results.

But Horn doesn't care. He was unprepared before, but now the security forces on Autumn Dusk Island have increased two or three times.

If that person really comes with malicious intentions, Horn will guarantee that he/she will be in deep trouble.

In the subsequent torrential rain, many of Horn's daily activities had to be stopped.

These two or three days of rain were the only time he truly rested, until today when Armand brought news that the scheduled date for opening the floodgates had finally arrived.

"What time will the floodgates open?" With his hands behind his back, Horn looked at the turbid, dark-green lake water in front of him, where aquatic plants, gravel, and sludge were churning underwater, along with many fish bones and branches.

"About an hour later, they are doing the final inspection work," Armand stood about two feet behind Horn.

Horn turned around, facing the originally dry riverbed.

After a few days of heavy rain, the sludge in the riverbed became even more viscous and damp.

In this viscous and damp mud, hundreds of people were running back and forth barefoot, their trouser legs and cheeks covered with yellow-black mud spots.

Horn even saw some people with clumps of mud floating on their arms. On closer inspection, he found that it was river mud stuck to the hair on their arms.

According to those water conservancy talents (many of whom were prisoners, and even knights) that Horn had dug up, the standard for judging whether a river worker was working hard was to look at their calves.

Because any river worker who worked hard would have all the hair on their calves pulled out by the mud.

But they were also amazed that the efficiency of these paid laborers was much higher than that of the laborers they used to serve.

Some people even carefully calculated and found that the more the salary, the more effort the laborers put in, and the higher the efficiency.

With higher efficiency, the total duration of the project is lower, and then the money spent is less, and the total salary spent is less.

So the more the salary, the less the salary.

But to be honest, Horn believed that their reasoning process was a derivation from nothing to nothing, because they didn't even consider the two things that really worked—clockwork machinery and collective consciousness.

Not to mention clockwork machinery, this primitive collective consciousness passed down from the Gulag era reduced the difficulty of managing laborers for the Papal State by several levels.

Speaking of this, Horn couldn't help but think of the artisan exams a few days ago.

The Autumn Dusk Island artisan exam was divided into two parts. The first part was a written test.

However, because there were many roughnecks among the artisans, many people handed in blank papers, but it didn't matter, because everyone being equally bad meant they were all okay.

The second part was the most important practical exam.

Those who saw wood went to saw wood, those who wove went to weave, and those who dyed did the dyeing on the spot. The time for each type was different depending on the working hours of the finished product.

The dyeing worker exam could last three to five days, while the sawing worker exam ended in half a day.

For example, the clothing artisan exam was to design and make a piece of cold-proof clothing to be worn between underwear and outerwear within a specified time, based on Horn's needs and the existing materials.

Unexpectedly, one of the two artisans attacked by Aigaron, named Asley, was actually a very good all-around tailor.

His designed and improved jacket was successfully selected as the first, which not only met Horn's requirements but also met the characteristics of the existing materials.

From the appearance, his design was very similar to the woolen vest of the Victorian era in Horn's memory, indicating that Asley was basically on the right track.

Horn had a reason for setting up the Autumn Dusk Island artisan exam in this way.

Asley's first designed product will be Horn's first order for his workshop.

500 woolen vests, advance payment from the Papal Palace, to be delivered before winter.

These woolen vests will not be custom-made like those in the tailor shops, but will be made according to uniform sizes.

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These vests and other clothing will be initially placed in various shops and grocery stores under the Papal Palace at a lower price than custom-made ones.

If sales are good, Horn will continue to place orders. If sales are not good, then Asley will have to find orders himself.

One of Horn's development goals for Autumn Dusk Island is to focus on developing the textile and clothing industry.

Under the current level of civilization, the only industry with a large shortage in clothing, food, housing, and transportation in the empire that can be developed and profitable is the textile industry.

The history of his hometown proves that both the Netherlands and England started with the textile light industry.

The former caught up with the dividends of the Reformation, and the latter caught up with the dividends of the steam engine and took the Netherlands as the dividend itself.

Autumn Dusk Island, or Daze Township, is all about the dividends of clockwork machinery and alchemy.

The former can get rid of water and animal power and stably and quickly produce a large number of standard textile industrial products.

The latter has brought various strange alchemical products, including slime gel, mortar, orichalcum, and various alchemical potions.

Taking slime gel as an example, as a dyeing fixative, it has extremely strong fabric adhesion and can firmly fix the dye on the fiber.

The dyeing effect of using slime gel as an auxiliary material can even collapse the world view of old dyeing workers.

If this were a high-magic world, these old dyeing workers might explode their heads because they couldn't accept new knowledge.

The most outrageous thing about Autumn Dusk Island is that these two dividends are basically tied to it itself.

Due to the political environment, many wizards within the Papal State are more willing to live in Daze Township rather than in outside cities.

Because this place has the most devout residents, the folk customs are relatively open, and there are many nature priests, so they will not be subject to too much discrimination.

As for clockwork machinery, because the star-forged gears must be charged every 15 to 20 days, the star-forged gears cannot be too far from the aether spire.

Otherwise, it is very likely that there will not be enough time to charge, resulting in low efficiency.

This means that many powerful clockwork machines cannot leave the scope of Autumn Dusk Island and can only build workshops on Autumn Dusk Island.

Horn plans to put the ruling center on Autumn Dusk Island, not only because this is the base of the old devout, but also because there are realistic factors.

If Horn were to guess a future industrial center of the Papal State, he would bet that it must be the small island in the lake in front of him.

"Speaking of which, we just finished the statistics on the distribution of star-forged gears a few days ago. Would you like to hear about it?" Armand suddenly said, listening to Horn's words.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Horn looked at the confused Armand and suddenly remembered that he had ordered not to disturb him with non-urgent matters.

He coughed and said, "Then tell me about it."