A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1597: Boss Is Indeed A Pro Mechanic!

After morning operating hours, Mag brought Hannah upstairs to officially teach her how to draw.

As a (fake) designer who graduated with a legitimate mechanical design degree, Mag had strong basics in design. With his good memory, Mag could still remember how his professor taught them the basics of drawing a design.

“There are so many books.” The moment Hannah stepped foot into the study, she was attracted by the different books that filled up the shelves on all three sides of the wall. She glanced around quickly, and estimated that there were at least 5000 books on various topics. She had never seen so many books in her life.

“You can take a book from any of the other shelves except for this one,” Mag said with a smile as he pointed to the shelf that was closest to the door.

Reading was a good habit.

Hannah glanced at the shelf that Mag was pointing at. Most of the books on that shelf had reddish-black leather covers, giving off some sort of dark aura. She nodded without thinking further.

“Come here. I’m going to teach you how to draw your designs with a certain standard so that your designs can be presented in a very clear manner on the blueprints. That way, the artisan would be able to make the products according to your requirements.” Mag walked towards the study table, which was by the window.

“Aren’t I going to make it myself?” Hannah asked as she followed behind Mag. She felt that it was difficult for others to understand what she wanted to make.

“Our aim is to make standardized brewing apparatus. Other than the mixing, which would be done by you, the other processes would be done with machines and standard menial labor. That is a large-scale mechanized brewery.” Mag pulled out a piece of paper from a rack at the side, and placed it on the table. He looked at Hannah, and said, “Therefore, we have to ensure the accuracy of the machines, and that would need to be done by a professional metalsmith.”

“Oh.” Hannah nodded thoughtfully. She looked at Mag worriedly again, and said, “Then would it be very difficult? In the past, I just drew however I wanted and wherever I wanted because I was the only one who needed to understand it.”

“It’s alright. I am a professional.” Mag motioned for Hannah to sit by the table as he also took his seat. He said, “Let’s start with the various tools that we would often use in drawing. This is a pencil, an eraser, this is a ruler…”

Mag started from identifying the tools, and started teaching Hannah the in-depth knowledge of the steps and ways to standardized drawing.

Technical jargon like “floor plan”, “orthographic projection”, and “3-D drawing” swarmed into Hannah’s brain. The pictures that came alive under Mag’s pen and the neat labeling all felt like a whole new world to her.

However, Mag was speaking too quickly, and there was too much content involved. Even though she had done her best to remember everything that was taught, even taking notes of the main points, it was still unrealistic to master all of it within a short timespan. She could only go back and revise on her own.

About an hour later, Mag picked up the teacup at the side, and took a sip of tea to soothe his parched throat. He looked at the dumbfounded Hannah, and asked, “Got it?”

“Hm?” Hannah looked at Mag blankly. Was that even something that he should ask? Although she could understand everything that Mag was saying, understanding and comprehending were two different things.

“It’s alright. As a professional teacher, I’ll give you pointers for your uncertainty.” Mag reached his middle finger out with a smile.

After a while, Hannah, who blanked out, regained her clarity. She sat looking at Mag in disbelief as she exclaimed in surprise, “Boss! I get it!”

“No, it’s just your brain that gets it. Drawing is something that requires constant practice. You shall stay in the study to practice drawing today. Redraw all of the samples I gave you just now.” Mag stood up to let Hannah take his place. Then, he walked straight out of the door, and went downstairs.

“Calm down, calm down! I should start drawing now.” Hannah took a deep breath in to force herself to calm down before picking up a piece of paper and a pen to start on the mission Mag gave her.

Although this was her first time using professional tools to draw, the steps and methods were already ingrained in her brain. Her techniques might be a little raw, but that did not affect the lines and pictures she drew.

“Not bad. But it’s still not professional enough.” After 10 minutes, Hannah looked at the first blueprint she had completed. She nodded with satisfaction, and then threw it aside disdainfully. She took out a second piece of paper, and started drawing seriously again.

Mag had just gotten downstairs when Dicus came looking for him with Michael’s orders to look for him at the city lord’s castle.

Mag could guess why Michael was looking for him. He got changed and brought the creepy-looking stone statue and its box up Dicus’s horse-drawn carriage to the city lord’s castle.

Michael stood up the moment Mag reached the secret chamber, and earnestly said, “Boss Mag, I would like to first apologize to you with regard to Miss Rena’s matter. This matter will be completely solved within a few days. There was a mole in the city lord’s castle, and I have to clean the whole place up properly.”

“I’m not the one who was hurt. There’s no use in apologizing to me.” Mag shrugged. He was a little unhappy about what happened.

“I will go over to personally apologize to Miss Rena later,” Michael said with a nod.

“Let’s put all this aside first. We should first discuss the Evil God and the devil,” Rolan said in a deep voice as he shut the door to the secret chamber, and activated the various spell formations to prevent being spied on.

“Boss Mag, did you really see the devil on your trip to the Falk Tribe?” Michael asked Mag.

“I believe you have already seen the detailed report and heard the previous talk I gave. Though it might seem a little ridiculous, we have to admit that devils do exist in this world. Maybe you can say that it has existed since ancient times, but it is something powerful that survived until now. I call them the Great Old Ones,” Mag said in a deep tone.

“The Great Old Ones,” Michael repeated word for word. His brows were tightly knitted together as he asked, “If the Great Old Ones really exist, why haven’t such instances been recorded in the Norland Continent’s history?”

Mag thought for a while, and said, “I’ve also been pondering this for a while. There are two possibilities: 1. The Norland Continent had been completely destroyed, and the current world started out again slowly after that. Therefore, there were no records on it. 2. Someone has altered the Norland Continent’s history, and wiped out any related information that had to do with the Great Old Ones.”The most update n0vels are published on ɴo(v)elFɪre.net