Todd listened to the other man's speech but still didn't get a clear picture. He interrupted Aiden, beckoned, and handed the charcoal pencil to the old man in front of him, saying, "I still don't understand... Come up here and draw out the specific design plan, then explain it to me."
Upon hearing this, the old craftsman was so frightened that he quickly shook his head and said hurriedly, "Sir, please don't humiliate me. I am just a lowly craftsman. With you here, how could I dare to be disrespectful?!"
“As I said, tonight’s meeting is a brainstorming session… well, I mean, a gathering of ideas. Here, there are no distinctions of rank or position; anyone with an idea can come up and speak it, or draw it!” Todd waved the charcoal pencil in his hand, gesturing for old Aiden to come up quickly.
The old man took the charcoal pencil and watched Todd sit down in his seat, where he began to draw shakily on the wooden board. He made several mistakes due to nervousness.
As Todd looked at the machine design drawings on the wooden board, his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
As the old craftsman drew, he said in a trembling voice, "There is a lever next to the screw rod, which can be pushed manually to obtain the pressure needed for printing. Then, ink is applied to the movable type, paper is laid on top, and the screw rod is turned. The pressure from the printing plate is used to print the characters."
At this moment, Todd stood up and couldn't help but applaud, exclaiming loudly, "Fantastic! You actually came up with such a perfect design in such a short time!"
Aiden didn't take credit for it; instead, he pointed to another craftsman: "This design was first proposed by him."
Seeing that the priest had turned his gaze to him, the latter quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "Sir, I used to work in a winery. I noticed that the machine for pressing grapes is very similar to this design, which is why I remembered it."
Todd was delighted and exclaimed, "Gentlemen, this is the kind of brainstorming I've been talking about! One person's wisdom and strength are ultimately limited; collective thinking is the fastest way to solve problems..."
“My lord…” Aiden seemed hesitant.
Todd gestured for him to speak frankly and not to hold back.
The old craftsman pointed to the machine's loading platform, bearings, and counterweight: "If these parts were made by hand, it would be impossible to guarantee their fit and levelness. They need to be made using high-temperature stamping and forging. But the blacksmith shops in town don't have that kind of equipment."
"Stamping and forging?"
Listening to the old craftsman's introduction, Todd recalled the lathe from his previous life.
Old Aiden looked at the blueprints on the wooden board, scratched the back of his head: "First, the furnace temperature must be high enough to melt the iron; second, we need to find a way to build a hammer for pounding the iron; and third, we need to make a mold for shaping the parts in advance."
High temperatures capable of melting iron, heavy objects capable of hammering materials, and molds for shaping parts.
As Todd was pondering these three things, Huggins behind him whispered something.
Regarding the high temperatures that can melt iron, Alfonso's squire, Leslie, should be able to help.
Todd nodded.
Regarding the latter two matters, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned his attention to Rachel.
The nun rolled her eyes and sighed. "I can do the last two things. But can you guarantee that these craftsmen are trustworthy?"
Todd was taken aback.
Upon hearing the nun's words, Aiden Colm's face flushed red, and he loudly retorted, "What nonsense! Without His Holiness the Holy Son, I would be nothing but a poor man who can't even afford to eat. As a person, one should be grateful! Not to mention my two old friends! They even owe their lives to His Holiness!"
Todd glanced at Huggins again, who nodded slightly.
He then pondered for a moment, touched the bridge of his nose, and said to Aiden and the other two craftsmen, "Have you ever heard of the alien species?"
Aiden shrank back, looking at the cross on his chest, and said, "I've heard that those people are 'posthumous children of the devil'."
"Old Aiden, do you believe me?"
"Of course! You are the Holy Son protected by the Father! You are also an alchemist blessed by God!"
Todd winked, signaling Huggins to close the doors and windows of the side hall. He gathered the three craftsmen together and whispered, "There are some things you may not know. The aliens are not as the Church says..."
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