Chapter 1578: This is absolutely a mechanical genius!

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McGonagall jumped a big step backwards and looked up at Irina, who didn't know when it appeared on the door. His face changed slightly, as if he had just got into the red light district and was caught by his wife on the spot. Strong laugh: "To tell the truth... I really came to learn winemaking today."
"Oh, man." Irina didn't know where to find a wine gourd, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of wine.
Beauty is good for a month of drinking, a wonderful scene.
Unfortunately, McGonagall didn’t know how to appreciate it at this time.
He really came to study winemaking. After all, the task of systematically learning to brew rum has not been completed, and he will go back tomorrow, but can't rush to learn tonight.
"Where are you really going, where did you learn, how did I not find that you love learning so much?" Irina put down the wine gourd and looked down at McGonagall's eyes.
"Learning is something that we need to stick to for a lifetime, so that we can keep up with the pace of progress in the times." McGonagall.
"who said it?"
"Zhou Shuren."
"Who is he?"
"Lu Xun."
"Who is Lu Xun?"
"One person who said that he could not save China by studying medicine."
"The medical soldiers are really useless. Not every one can use a chair to shoot people like me."
McGonagall raised his eyebrows and felt that there was nothing wrong with this. Instead, he turned his face honestly: "So this is the purpose of my arrival here today. The girl inside is the best winemaker of the Fak tribe. The best person who brews rum on the Nolan continent, we will go back tomorrow, and I have to learn how to make rum tonight."
"Well, if you really want to do something else, I won't stop you, as long as you have that courage." Irina jumped from the door and landed directly in front of Meg, looking at him. "What the are you going to do?"
"Get a sack, take it back first. When you enter the city, you will say that it is a special product brought back. It should be no problem." McGonagall thought.
"Alright, I will go out tonight and bring some special products back." Irina nodded and turned away.
"What?" McGonagall looked at Irina's back and confirmed.
"Before I came, I heard that there are several guys in Twilight Forest who like to collect elf maids." Irina said, disappearing in place.
Soon, a purple gold beast came flying outside the Fak tribe, and soon disappeared.
"What are the hobbies? I like the maid and I like the elves." McGonagall sighed. It seems that the Twilight Forest tonight will not be too quiet.
"Hey..."
McGonagall knocked on the door.
After a while, when the door opened, a fragrant wind came, and a figure was already rushed out, and it was going to come into the arms of McGonagall.
"This girl, please hold a little." McGonagall stepped back two steps and reached out to reach Hannah's forehead.
Although Irina has gone, who knows if she really left?
"People just want to express the joy of the success of the mission." Hannah screamed at the forehead that was smothered by Meg, a little wronged.
"Go in and talk." McGonagall walked a little helplessly toward the yard. The girl may have lived alone for a long time, and her brain circuit is also a problem.
"Well." Hannah immediately closed the door and walked two steps to follow McGonagall. He looked forward to him and said: "The mission is successful. Is there any new arrangement for me in the organization? Did you post it to me? New tasks and instructions?"
"Organize to let you continue to stand by." McGonagall said.
"Ah..." Hannah heard a sudden face and couldn't be loved. The whole person's spirits seemed to be taken away at once, and they lay down and sneaked away.
"Cheat you." McGonagall couldn't help but smile, this girl is quite deep into the play.
"Hate!~" Hannah clenched her fist, but soon she looked forward to watching McGonagall: "What is the plan to arrange for me? I can't wait to dedicate myself to the organization!"

"Dedication?" McGonagall frowned, feeling that the word seemed to be wrong.
"Yes, it is dedication." Hannah smacked her clothes to the sides, revealing a collarbone, and looked back.
"Wait... Dressing up the clothes, dedication is not the meaning..." McGonagall quickly took back her clothes, and looked at the dim sum, but Irina had already left, otherwise he jumped in. The Yellow River can't be washed.
"Isn't that the case? I remember one of the declarations of joining the organization: I am willing to dedicate myself to the cause of the organization!" Hannah looked at Meg a little puzzled.
"Comrade Old Sim, who ordered you to organize, immediately began to teach Comrade Meg how to make rum." McGonagall was too lazy to explain to her, right color.
"Yes! Old Sim obeys the organization!" Hannah also responded with a positive color. While walking with McGonagall in the direction of the brewing room, when he walked to the door, he looked back at Meg and asked carefully: "This task After the completion, how do you plan to arrange me in the organization? Can you... I mean, is it possible... or is there any hope... Let me leave here?"
McGonagall looked at Hannah with a shimmer in his eyes and asked, "Do you want to leave the Fak tribe?"
"I..." Hannah flashed a glimmer of light, but quickly dropped her head and whispered: "I obey the organization. If the organization needs me to stay here, then I will stay here."
McGonagall looked at Hannah, and there was a lot of pain. Old Sim stayed in this tribe for a lifetime. He died. Hannah took his code and continued to stay here.
Ten years, like a day, just waiting for that may not sound a secret for a lifetime.
This kind of life is really boring.
But there is such a group of people who are silently guarding.
Needless to say, McGonagall can see Hannah's thoughts and silence for a while. "The arrangement on the organization has not yet come down. I will tell you the specific results tomorrow."
"Okay." Hannah's face reappeared with a smile, pushing the door of the brewing room, and a delightful wine scented, as the oil lamp on the wall was lit, in the brewing room. A distillation device with a staggered pipe appeared in front of Meg.
Although it is not a glass tube, as a designer of a half-hanger, he is naturally clear about what these machines are used for.
He just didn't think of a brewery in the orc tribe. The machinery and equipment have been so advanced, and the brewing technology is closer to the level of industrialization.
"These machines were remodeled when I was bored these years. The firepower of the stove is not enough. The Fak tribe does not have too much metal. It does not achieve my expected results. Otherwise, it should be better. Although the wine is brewed. In some respects, it’s not as good as hand-made, but it’s enough to make ordinary rum.
Hannah reached out and knocked on a machine next to her, looking back at Meg’s brilliant smile:
The most important Yes, save trouble, so I don't have to stay here for winemaking all day long."
"This is absolutely a mechanical genius!" McGonagall looked at Hannah and his eyes were shining.