Madame Anna really regarded Roland as a "quasi-son-in-law", and sent him a packet of pomegranates with a letter of "object teleportation", saying that she had planted it with her own hands, and invited him to taste the newly fruited fruit.

Roland had by this time teleported to a farm about fifty miles from the town of Sayre, which was one of his experiments in the implementation of a village commune, which he had visited not long ago. A horse-drawn carriage was hired here, and it would take you a maximum of two hours to reach the town of Sayre.

Roland sat alone in the carriage and was bored, so he took out one of the pomegranates sent by Madame Anna and peeled it and ate it. While eating, I wondered: It's April, how can the pomegranate tree bear fruit? It's completely wrong season! Besides, Lady Anna is an imaginary ghost, how did she pluck the pomegranate from the tree?

After thinking about it, he secretly laughed at himself for being bored. Lady Anna is a quasi-legendary archmage, so what's so hard about doing some "out-of-season fruit" research in her own garden? Moreover, the pomegranate is indeed as Madame Anna boasted in her letter—sweet and sour, delicious!

When Roland was eating pomegranates, a red ball of light jumped out of thin air in the carriage, and he reached out to hold it and read the information, and sure enough, it was sent by Nikita.

Miss Mage slept beautifully, and as soon as she got up, she sent him a letter asking for a date.

Roland wrote back to inform that he was on the carriage to Sayre.

Nikita quickly replied, agreeing to meet her in front of the very conspicuous cogwheel sculpture at the entrance of town, she would now have to take a shower and get dressed, and it would probably take some time, and if Roland arrived early, she would be waiting for her next to the cogwheel sculpture.

It was clear that the little witch was familiar with the situation in Cell. Roland smiled, now there is a free tour guide.

Pomegranates are delicious but difficult to peel, and Roland doesn't usually like this kind of fruit, which is a lot of trouble to eat, but peeling pomegranates when traveling alone is a fun thing to kill time.

Two hours passed imperceptibly, and Roland ate the last one of the pomegranates in a bag full of pomegranates, and the carriage came to a slow stop, and the coachman turned back to tell him that the town of Sail had arrived.

Roland gave a pomegranate-scented burp and got out of the car and stretched. In front of him is a neat and beautiful town, with beautiful houses with white walls and red roofs that seem to be made of building blocks, and surrounded by mountains, the atmosphere of peace and tranquility is like a fairy tale.

Roland paid the coachman's tip, put his hands in his jacket pockets, whistled, and paced leisurely.

Sure enough, as Nikita said, there is a tall steel sculpture erected next to the road leading to the town, which resembles a gear, but if you look closely, you will see that there are three hands in the gear, which turn with a ticking sound, and it is clearly a clock.

Roland looked up and confirmed that it was 10:40 a.m. It was 8:50 when he replied to Nikita in the car, and it had been almost two hours, so why hadn't the girl come to the appointment yet? It's really hard for a woman to get dressed up.

Roland shook his head and smiled wryly, approaching the sculpture and waiting for Nikita. I stumbled upon a line of text engraved on the pedestal of the sculpture:

Welcome to the land of clocks and watches (Cell, since 1512).

"A hundred-year-old town......" Roland couldn't help but be in awe.

Before he arrived, he asked about the history of the town, which is said to have started as a settlement founded by a group of artisans who had been condemned to exile by the Holy See, and then gradually developed into a town as the population grew. The founders of Sayre brought the art of making clocks to the Far East, and after a hundred years of inheritance, most of the town's residents are engaged in the production of clocks and watches and related industries, making the town known as the "Land of Clocks", judging from the sculptures erected at the entrance of the town, the residents of Sayre Town are also proud of the ancestral craft of making clocks and watches.

Roland turned to look deeper into the streets of the town, and with his keen eyesight, he could see that most of the shops along the street were hung with signs of watch shops, jewelry shops, and gem processing shops, and judging by the size of the shops, most of them were small workshops.

Clockmaking is a very complex process, and in the pre-industrial era it was arguably one of the most complex mechanisms in the world, and such a complex and sophisticated instrument was made by the dexterous hands of craftsmen for centuries, which seemed to the layman to be miraculous.

Vares had just entered the era of industrialization, and the clocks and watches currently sold in the Far East, from the clock on the clock tower, to the table clock and wall clock in the home, to the pocket watches in the pocket, were basically handmade. Even in countries with better industrial development, at most only the frame, pendulum, bracelet and larger gears of a watch can be manufactured in batches in the factory, and the vast majority of precision components, such as the core mechanism of the balance spring, still have to be polished by the hands of craftsmen.

Each of these clocks, which relies heavily on manual craftsmanship, is a work of art, and the price can be imagined.

Roland certainly loves luxury watches, but he doesn't think the town of Cell's insistence on a tradition of handmade watches is the right direction. Clocks should not be a luxury that can only be used by the wealthy class to show off, with the development of the times, people's requirements for timekeeping accuracy are getting higher and higher, and the general public also has the need to buy clocks and watches in order to accurately arrange their schedules, but the income level of the public is obviously unable to buy expensive handmade clocks.

How can we achieve industrial mass production of watches?

When Roland walked into the "Land of Clocks", the idea came to his mind and lingered.

At this time, a long whistle sounded in my ears, breaking the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the town.

Roland turned to look in the direction where the sound came from, and on the north side of the town, near the river, sat a circle of houses, from which the whistle of the magic crystal steam engine came from, it should be a factory.

Roland guessed that it was probably a processing factory that supplied metal blanks to the town's watchmakers, and decided to take some time to visit it.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, mixed with the urging of a man and the coquettishness of a girl.

Roland looked back, and a man and a woman walked at the entrance of the town. The man was a stocky middle-aged gentleman, with a prematurely aging hairline that made him look older than he really was, and a bare forehead with surprisingly vigorous hair, a strange hairstyle and a pair of nose-pinched glasses that made the gentleman look like an owl in a tuxedo.

Next to Mr. "Owl" was a young girl with bright eyes and bright teeth, with a slender figure and a delicate appearance, ruddy lips pursed high, and a pretty face full of unhappiness.

The girl suddenly stopped and turned to leave. The middle-aged man hurriedly grabbed her hand, lowered his face and whispered to reprimand her for being too ignorant.

The girl stomped her foot in annoyance, and the beautiful royal blue dress shook as if the waves were rippling.