Chapter 414 Weaving Field

"Little trick?" Sylvia's heart tightened, but she didn't admit it.

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

Sylvia was not panicked when she was exposed in person, and responded: "It's the same for you. Didn't you follow me and investigate me all 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: "Lord Graman, do you have any plans next? If there is nothing else, I will go back to Lake Town."

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

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

An idea suddenly popped up in her mind, and she suggested: "Why not let Miss Asitini go with us, so that she can understand the customs and habits of the Northwest Bay."

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

Sylvia took a step forward: "Lord Graman, I am honored."

...

When the owner of the textile factory, Patrich, saw the lord's team appear in front of his factory, he immediately ran to Paul's carriage.

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

Paul and his party got off the carriage and said with a smile, "Patrich, I hope my arrival will not affect your work."

"No, no, everyone in the workshop is excited to see Lord Graman, and they are more enthusiastic about their work."

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

Paul and Patrich walked and chatted in front, and Ladi, Sylvia and other servants followed behind.

Sylvia walked beside Ladi and came to a factory. The scene inside shocked her heart.

Machines were neatly placed one after another in the wide field, and a worker sat in front of each machine to operate it.

It is easy to see that they are weaving. As the workers alternately step on the pedals with their left and right feet, 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 back and forth between the warps, and the cloth is quickly formed on the loom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Sevilla was young, she had seen others weaving. If it was an ordinary loom, the shuttle used to pull the weft yarn was passed from one hand to the other by the operator, instead of the shuttle on the machine in front of her, which "flies" from one side to the other at a very high speed when the rope is pulled.

This strange loom, not to mention that the speed is greatly improved compared to traditional looms, the width of the cloth woven is far beyond that of traditional looms. Traditional looms operated by one person are generally about 40 cm wide because of the operator's arm length, while the cloth produced on this machine in front of her is almost one meter wide.

Clang, clang...

The whole building was filled with the sound of machines weaving, as if it was a chorus of machines.

The wide venue, the numerous and neatly arranged looms, the busy workers, the whole picture was filled with an indescribable beauty.

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

The voice of the Blue Witch suddenly rang in her ears.

Of course it is magic!

If it was in the past, Sylvia would answer without hesitation, but now she felt that the other party was referring to something.

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

Lady looked at the looms and replied: "I used to think that magic was the greatest power in the world, just like you. It can make you invincible in battle, it can easily take people's lives, it can play with others in the palm of your hand, and it can even control a person's mind and make the other party obey you."

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

Ladi continued:

"But since I came to the Northwest Bay, my thoughts have changed a lot. Fighting, killing, ruling, fooling, it's not just magic that can do these things."

She turned and stared at Sevilla.

"There are also swords, money, power, and conspiracy. We, the spellcasters, are no different from those knights who are skilled in martial arts, wealthy people with huge wealth, and monarchs who are proficient in ruling their subordinates."

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

No mistakes in one sentence, one content, one book, one bar!

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

Ladi shook her head and said: "I am not qualified to make a rash judgment now. But I can share some of my own shallow insights with you."

Sevilla listened carefully to Ladi's story.

"Sylvia, my sister, although we spellcasters are often misunderstood by the world, we must admit that many of us are self-important and have a sense of superiority."

"Indeed."

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

I must be the one chosen by God - this thought came into her mind at that time.

And a widely circulated saying among the wizard community further intensified her recognition and pride in her new identity - spellcasters have powerful magic while mortals do not. The difference between spellcasters and mortals is like that between a fine horse and a poor horse. The poor horse is jealous of the fine horse that can travel a thousand miles a day, so it relies on its own numerical advantage to persecute the fine horse and attempts to eliminate the fine horse, thinking that if there are no fine horses in the world, the poor horse will not be felt to be slow.

Putting aside the memories, she heard Ladi say with some self-mockery: "In fact, if you think about it carefully, aren't those knights with military power and kings with power the same? Everyone looks at the world from a self-centered perspective. 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 power."

"These extraordinary people, including us spellcasters, think that they are writing history with their own power and shaping the world according to their own power, but think carefully, their power has never really changed history and the world."

Ladi's words made Sevilla a little confused.

Have history and the world never changed?

Although not a scholar, Sevilla has read a lot of books.

If history and the world have never changed, how did the magnificent history of the rise and fall of kingdoms and the exciting epics of heroic adventures come into being?