After giving orders regarding the Irish, Joseph suddenly remembered something else:
"Right, it is about time to wrap things up with the Bolton-Watt Company as well. The British Government should be rather short of money lately. Add a little pressure for them while we are at it."
Lavalette immediately bowed. "Yes, Your Highness."
The Security Bureau had long since drawn up a complete plan concerning the Bolton-Watt Company in accordance with the Crown Prince's requirements. Now, they only needed to carry it out step by step. United Kingdom, Birmingham.
In the lavishly decorated experimental workshop occupying a vast tract of land in the west of the city, Watt's ears were spasming from the shouts and horn blasts coming from the street. They came from a march protesting the soaring price of sugar.
Watt turned and roared at a technician:
"Stuff every crack in the windows with paper! Quickly!"
The man hurriedly lowered his head and ran off, calling the other technicians over to seal the windows.
Watt turned his attention back to the enormous Steam Engine before him, his deeply furrowed brow filled with pain and despair.
He had originally thought that he merely needed to scale up the existing Engine52 Steam Engine proportionally—after all, the design of this High-Pressure Steam Engine had proven exquisitely clever and reliable—and he would easily be able to produce a high-output 180 Horsepower version.
Yet after laboring away to build the prototype, he had fallen into a terrifying nightmare.
The scaled-up Engine52's boiler stood a full 6.5 Meters tall and had a diameter of nearly 1.8 Meters. Once it was started, the towering boiler would shake violently with the piston's motion.
Once that cast-iron monstrosity over six Meters high began swaying, it made even the ground tremble along with it. Signs of metal fatigue