The steel mill was built not very far from the castle. Viscount Roster had learned quite a bit of the 'form' of industrialization but hadn't grasped its 'meaning.'
But fortunately, using magic power to drive flame runes for metallurgy didn't cause much pollution, so it didn't make people uncomfortable.
The instant these nobles were brought into the steel mill, they froze!
This was completely different from the workshops they imagined!
In their impression, blacksmith shops were all built from stone, with doors wide open, various large tools placed inside—forging furnaces, bellows, hammers, grinding stones... The scorching air constantly impacted everyone. The craftsmen inside were bare-chested, constantly swinging their tools. A strong smell of sweat hit you in the face—no perfume could cover it... But now, the situation was completely different.
