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At night, the simple production workshop is brightly lit.

Harvey watched with satisfaction as Reiner stood in front of the blender, his pair of metal-inlaid bone arms carefully stirring the saponification solution in the container.

A week has passed since the soul transfer experiment, and Reiner has adapted very well to his current alchemical prosthesis.

Perhaps because he was originally engaged in the delicate work of watch repair, he was able to operate this simple production equipment with ease.

Prepare the soap solution, stir to blend, let it stand to solidify, cut into pieces and package.

Everything was done quickly and efficiently.

Compared to the previous zombies that were missing limbs and could only perform a small number of repetitive actions sluggishly under the command of undead magic.

He is simply the innate holy body in the world of screw tightening.

Harvey couldn't help but imagine happily that if he could have a hundred soul creatures like Reiner, he wouldn't need to make soap anymore, he could even rub out a car by hand.

But at the moment, Reiner is the only one left, so it would be more appropriate for him to focus on the soap industry.

After all, the nobles of this world only use sheep fat mixed with wood ash to make semi-solidified primitive soap for bathing.

It's easier for ordinary people, just a bathtub and a boar bristle brush will do.

After Harvey made a batch of handmade soaps and distributed them to the investors of his entrepreneurial project for trial.

Even the "second generation of French" who have little interest in business know that this thing has broad commercial prospects.

The only problem now is that with Reiner alone in charge of the soap production line, the output is far from meeting the delivery standards.

"Reiner, let's stop here today. Your Philosopher's Stone's energy has been almost consumed."

Reiner, whose body was half metal and half bone, put down the work in his hands, politely saluted Harvey, then lowered his head and flipped through the small leather bag on his waist.

"Well, Master Harvey, the Philosopher's Stone has indeed been used up, but there is still some finishing work to be done..."

A charged magic stone can support Reiner's uninterrupted activities for about 2 hours, which means that in order to ensure that Reiner works 24 hours a day, 12 magic stones will be needed.

But Harvey is currently only a junior necromancer. Even if he is squeezed dry, he can only charge 6 magic stones in a day at most.

Therefore, Reiner can only work for 12 hours a day, and the rest of the time he can only sit on the prosthetic bracket and wait.

"It's a pity that these zombies can't have human souls and thoughts like you, otherwise the work progress would be much faster." Harvey looked at the zombies who were carrying raw materials in the workshop sluggishly and sighed regretfully.

Reiner scratched his head and said stiffly: "Sir, I found that these dead... uh, zombies are not completely unable to do this job well..."

He touched the machine that had stopped stirring with his hand, and then pointed to the other side of the blender, where a zombie was also mechanically stirring the soap.

"I discovered it yesterday. When the zombies and I touched the machine at the same time, we seemed to be able to communicate, but they... uh, reacted very slowly."

Harvey frowned when he heard this and asked in confusion: "Touch the machine at the same time?"

"Yeah, it was like... like communicating with my mind, I tried to get it to lift the boiler with me, and it, it did it."

"But I tried to communicate with other zombies through the air, but they didn't respond..."

Harvey almost jumped up. Isn't this a magical version of an artificial intelligence automated production line?

He suppressed his inner excitement and immediately asked Reiner to demonstrate it to him again. Sure enough, he found that the zombies could perform some actions according to Reiner's requirements, which were impossible to perform with the instructions of necromancy in the past.

Just connect them with metal?

Harvey slapped his forehead and turned to the laboratory to get a bundle of metal hoses for soul transfer experiments.

Through puncture and fixation, it was installed on the waists of Reiner and the remaining four zombies in turn, and then the other end was fixed on different machines and equipment.

Mixer, condensation tank, cutting table, packaging table.

"Reiner, now try to control all four of them at the same time and give instructions to the devices they are responsible for."

"Yes, Master Harvey."

Almost in the next second, the four zombies that were originally standing beside the machine moved at the same time.

They started their respective processes very flexibly, mixing, adding materials, cutting, packaging...

"That's what we call automation!" Harvey couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Reiner, now you are a qualified necromancer!"

The kind that needs to be charged at all times.

Harvey felt that Reiner's ability to control the zombies through metal connections more precisely than the necromancer's spells must be because his soul had been fused with the alchemical prosthesis.

The necromancer uses resurrection magic to control the zombies, using the death energy granted by the magic network and the spells in necromancy that control the death energy.

Although the alchemical prosthesis is the failed product of the Alchemical Exploration Society's Creator Project, it is essentially a research project aimed at the direction of living mechanical creation.

He was not very interested in artificial creators. Instead, he felt that the real use of this technology was to apply it to automated production.

However, there is currently no way to experiment and determine how many zombies Reiner can control alone.

It seems that no matter what, we have to find a way to get more experimental materials.

…

Harvey then thought of the accusation farce a week ago, looked at Reiner with a gentle expression and asked, "Reiner, what do you think about what happened a few days ago?"

The soul fire in Reiner's skull eye sockets suddenly lit up, and he said angrily: "Jeffrey, that uneducated and ungrateful guy!"

Then he asked anxiously, "Lord Harvey, you don't want to cancel the contract because of this, do you? If it weren't for you, I would have died in extreme pain."

"If you still hate that child Jeffrey, you can punish him as long as you don't take his life..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!

Harvey laughed and consoled him, "I'm not angry. It's common for necromancers to suffer discrimination and unfair treatment."

He paused and said seriously: "What I mean is, now that you have fulfilled the contract and completed the experiment, what are your plans for the future?"

Reiner was stunned. "Ah? You paid so much money, so I am yours?"

50 gold pounds was indeed a considerable fortune for a commoner. If one did not fall into the wasteful habits of drinking and gambling, it would be enough to buy a cheap shack in the town and still have a lot left over for household expenses for several years.

Reiner's philosophy on life is very simple - Harvey not only paid money to buy his life, but also brought him back to life through experiments. Although he was trapped in a terrible magical instrument, being alive is better than dying.

This gentle and polite wizard in front of him, who gave money and saved his life, is certainly worthy of his full loyalty and gratitude.

Harvey was very satisfied that Reiner had not turned his back on him. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry. Based on the principle of equal exchange, I will never cancel the contract. Besides, if you walk out like this for less than half a day, you will probably be captured by the church and killed."

Seeing Reiner being frightened and making a creaking sound like metal rubbing against bones, Harvey couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"But Reiner, since you can live your life again, don't go back to the old path of ignorance and poverty. From now on, you can work and learn from me at the same time."

"Well, let's start with literacy..."

…

In fact, Harvey didn't just think of making money through making and selling soap.

When he first came here, Harvey was as ambitious as other time travelers in fantasy stories.

Unfortunately, reality slapped him in the face very quickly.

The Alchemical Quest Society developed distillation technology decades ago and applied it to purposes such as brewing spirits and distilling alcohol.

Gunpowder, called "Dragon Flame" in this world, is used to assist fire spellcasters on the battlefield and enhance their spells.

Antibiotics, penicillin? Their effects might not be as good as the healing spells of the church and the alchemy potions prepared by the alchemists.

As for cement, a construction artifact, it is an invention that is neither useful nor marketable since Harvey is neither a noble lord nor has his own fiefdom castle, and even his current manor laboratory is rented.

It can be said that all the ways Harvey imagined to get rich overnight were blocked by this unscientific magical world.

But he has a good attitude. Since military technology cannot be achieved, he will transfer it from military to civilian use.

While in college, her handmade soaps, refined sugar, and her skills in setting up a stall to roast lamb won praise from her college instructors.

He also tried to rent a printing room and published a tabloid in the academy, specializing in all kinds of gossip in the wizarding world, which was well received for a while.

However, these are emergency measures to help Harvey earn some living expenses in the short term.

After graduation, Harvey realized that if he really wanted to get rich, his only option was to manufacture mass-produced goods.

Moreover, the target must be clear, and the target audience of the product must be commoners and nobles other than spellcasters.

After he earns his first pot of gold from soap sales, he will consider further goals.

After all, all the experiences and cases from his previous life had clearly revealed a truth to him.

There is no money-making prospect in making products as in building a platform!