"What a chef!"

The Engineers' expressions became a little strange, and although the steam locomotive was designed by McGonagall, it was still strange to have a chef guide their work.

What everyone thinks, McGonagall knows what he thinks, but he doesn't care, he just doesn't bother to delay too much time here, and now he can go back to the news office to check the news about Landist.

It seems that Hill is not at the base, so he can only figure out a way for himself.

"Okay, I'll take you a run." Blair took the sketch and arranged for the person next to him to send McGonagall away, his eyes completely attracted by the few drawings in his hand.

Although it is a sketch, the line annotation is rigorous.

Blair watched carefully, and his eyes gradually lit up.

"Did he really make constructive suggestions?" The engineers looked at Blair's expression and couldn't help but think to themselves.

These problems have been bothering them for many days, and no substantive solution has been found.

"Genius! Mr. McGonagall is a genius! ”

Blair exclaimed, and the hand holding the drawing couldn't help but tremble slightly,

"Chief engineer, has he really thought of how to solve the problem of derailment in the corner?" An engineer couldn't help but ask.

Blair spread the drawings on the table and beckoned to everyone: "It's not just the derailment of the curve, but also the tilt of the carriage and the improvement of speed...... Mr. McGonagall's advice is all to the point, and you all come and read it. ”

The engineers gathered around and looked at the drawings on the table.

"Appropriately reduce the energy of the magic array, reduce the suspension height of the carriage, change the train wheels of the rear carriage to the side wheels that are flush on the ground, separate the locomotive from the carriage, and solve the tilting problem of the carriage after it is lifted......"

"The side wheels are used to keep the train from derailing, to minimize drag, and most importantly this improvement does not require the replacement of the train tracks!"

"The way of separating the link can also be used for the link of the subsequent carriage, so that the connection method will be more free, and the soft link can also solve the problem of turning in corners and the train being too long to pass."

"This ...... Probably genius. ”

The engineers swept away their previous doubts, and at this time there was only admiration and emotion left in their eyes.

Blair looked at the crowd and smiled: "The solution has come out, and we will try to come up with a design that can be used today." ”

……

"Just send me here, I'll get out of the car and go." As soon as the carriage reached the square of Aden, McGonagall got out of the car.

"Lantiste, I don't know if Jina's statement is right, the transliterated place names are generally more pitiful." McGonagall went into the alley, changed her clothes, put on a mask, and headed for an intelligence office.

Ten minutes later, McGonagall came out of the intelligence station and walked towards the second one.

McGonagall visited almost all the intelligence offices in Aden Square, but still couldn't find any information related to Lantiste.

"That place is either not on the continent of Nolan, or it's not called that in the continental lingua franca." McGonagall changed back into her clothes and couldn't help but sigh.

On the way back, passing by the Kasen bookstore, McGonagall went in as usual and picked up two books, and when she checked out, she looked at the old shopkeeper who was lying on the chaise longue reading a book, and every time she came to see him, she was reading in this position, but the books in her hands were different.

"Boss, have you read all the books in this bookstore?" McGonagall asked, curious.

Hearing the voice, the old shopkeeper Kayson put down the book in his hand, sat up slowly, looked up at McGonagall, nodded, and said, "This is the twenty-third time." ”

"Have you ever seen the name 'Lantiste' in a book?" McGonagall asked casually.

"Lantiste?" Kayson thought for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the bookshelf.

"Really?" McGonagall's eyes lit up as she expertly pulled books from the shelves and returned to Cayson in front of the counter.

"The place name Lantiste is mentioned once in this book, three times in this book, and five times in this one......" Kayson explains one by one.

"What the hell is meowing about a human flesh retrieval system......" McGonagall looked at Kayson with some surprise.

After listening to the old shopkeeper, McGonagall pointed to the stack of books and said, "I want all of these, you can calculate how much it is." ”

The shopkeeper counted and said, "15 books, a total of 620 copper coins." ”

"No need to look for it, thank you." McGonagall handed over the seven silver coins, picked up the two stacks of books, and walked out the door, the intelligence office did not get any useful information, and did not expect to find anything in the bookstore.

Back in the dining room, Phyllis was sitting in the kitchen with Yangzhou fried rice, and the brightly colored ingredients were flying in the iron pot like a rainbow.

Anna and the ugly duckling are watching Gina who is sitting at the table drawing.

The crowd could see that they had not noticed McGonagall's return.

McGonagall didn't say anything, but leaned forward curiously and looked over.

Gina still paints the underwater world, but what she paints now looks more lighthearted and fun than the slightly depressing style of the midday.

She used her magic to create various colors of paint, and painted them as she painted them, showing a brilliant color like a watercolor painting.

Translucent fish are lit up overhead, schools of jellyfish are disrupted by big fish, and mermaids with steel forks sit on the back of fish, and the bizarre underwater world is vividly displayed in her pen.

"Meow~"

The ugly duckling looked at the school of fish and swallowed.

Gina shuddered and her pen fell to the ground.

McGonagall bent down to pick up the pen.

"Mr. McGonagall." Gina quickly stood up.

"It's beautiful." McGonagall looked at Gina and smiled.

This girl is indeed a genius in painting, and a person who has just learned to use a pen can paint such a dazzling picture.

Gina could tell that McGonagall was complimenting her, and said in a well-rounded lingua franca, "Thank you." ”

"Who taught you the lingua franca?" McGonagall wondered if he had almost been cheated by her that day.

"Sister Gina is very studious, usually she will let us teach her some simple words, and she learns it quickly." Anna said.

"So that's the case, then our Anna is still a little teacher." McGonagall smiled and touched Anna's head, "Alright, you guys can continue to draw, I'll go upstairs and read the book." ”

McGonagall went upstairs with two stacks of books, put aside the one she had bought, took a copy from the stack the shopkeeper had given him, and sat down to read it carefully.

For the entire afternoon, McGonagall flipped through the stack of books.

"The Lost Lands?" Closing the last book, McGonagall's face looked thoughtful.