In the small room beside the Improved Loom, Roselle lit an oil lamp fitted with a lens and reflector, bathing the long table in the center of the room in light.
This was the Workroom where he usually designed machinery. Pencils, drawing pens, compasses, and rulers lay on the table, along with paper made specifically for drafting. It could withstand repeated erasing without tearing easily and cost far more than ordinary writing paper.
Of course, the place where Roselle did most of his designing was still his bedroom in Gustav Mansion.
Not only did he keep his diary, written in Chinese, hidden there, but he also had many ideas far ahead of this era that were unsuitable for the Church of the Artisan or anyone else to see. This small room was merely an ordinary work space, used to store loom blueprints whose first drafts were finished but still needed continual improvement.
Still, the tools here were certainly enough to sketch a few drafts. Before transmigrating, Roselle's job had involved listening to users' needs, turning vague or contradictory descriptions into concrete problems, then offering workable solutions and selling his products.
"So, what exactly do you want my help with?"
Roselle pulled out a chair and sat down, asking casually. Charlotte went to the other side of the long table, first looking over the books and tools along the wall, then glancing down at the drafting paper on the table, before finally looking at him with some surprise.
Her gaze made Roselle unconsciously straighten his back, a touch of pride welling up inside him.
Unfortunately, after that brief surprise, Charlotte looked away and sat in another chair. "I'd like you to help design a firearm—a New-Style Pistol, different from your Single-Shot Pistol, whose design is mature but whose strengths and weaknesses