Joseph could only laugh and cry at once.
The Steam Engine had opened a door to an entirely new world for everyone, and all manner of bizarre inventions had emerged in its wake. Yet the facts proved that most of them had merely gone down the wrong path.
This was also the trial and error that had to be endured on the road of technological exploration.
But now that he, a man with cheats enabled, was there to keep watch, most of that trial and error could simply be skipped.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I would like to show you what this machine can do. It is truly useful." As he spoke, a man in his thirties shoveled several scoops of coal into the Steam Engine and signaled for his assistant to push over a cartload of manure.
Cano introduced him, "Your Highness, this is Mr. Schramm, the inventor of the 'City Sanitation Compressor.'"
"Oh, that will not be necessary." Joseph waved at Schramm. "We need to plan the city's sewerage—"
Before he could finish, the other man had already pulled down the lever. The preheated Steam Engine spun at high speed, driving a thick threaded rod through the Gearbox and forcing the pressure plate downward.
A scalp-crawling squelch came from the iron canister. Then dark yellow liquid flowed from the gaps beneath it, and the stench around them intensified severalfold in an instant.
Joseph nearly threw up. His first thought was that this thing could be sent to the Intelligence Bureau and used as a torture device to force confessions.
Just as he was about to leave, a crack sounded. The compression process was over.
Schramm swiftly loosened the catches with a wrench, directed his assistant to raise the pressure plate with a lever, and then hoisted a