The sun shined on the great city of Hoverdam once more. The people went about the day, wither talking in a bar, shopping around in the market, or just hanging around peacefully. Samuel, wearing a brown tunic with blue breeches and brown calfskin boots was walking back to his workshop on the paved stone road holding a leather bag on his shoulder.
Inside contained a bunch of beige papers with blueprints of chanical devices Kant had registered. A few custors, being mainly tailors and weavers, asked them to build so for their business. Nevertheless, the Petersons took all their offers, wanting to make a bit of money.
As he made a turn, he spotted three horses, black, white, and brown, all on a leech in front of his workshop. Samuel guessed that so more clients have arrived at the workshop, wanting sothing to be built.
Not wanting to make them wait longer, he sped and walked to his workshop. As he opened the door, his eyes spotted three n sitting around the table, all wearing a coat of white, black, or brown. Though he didn't know two of them, he recognized the bald man in the black coat.
"Good morning Mr. Oswald! What brings you here this early in the morning?" he asked.
"Good morning to you as well Mr. Peterson. We ca here to ask so questions."
"Oh? Have you asked Victor about it?"
"Mr. Victor is nowhere to be found. But since the door was unlocked, we decided it would be best to stay until you arrived."
"Oh! I see. Well, can you gentlen give one more minute then?" Samuel asked.
"Of course." Samuel went upstairs to the bed where Victor was found snoozing heavily in his hay bed. Samuel, being a little angry, took a bottle of water and sprinkled it on his face. It took a few seconds, but eventually, his heavy eyelids lifted.
"Victor! We have clients over at the workshop, and yet you are still sleeping? Get your ass ready and co down!" Samuel whispered to Victor.
"Alright. Alright. I'm sorry." he replied. With Victor awoken, Samuel went back down to the rchants to continue their discussion.
"Thank you for your patience. Now, before we continue, can I have your nas?" he asked the two sitting to Oswald's sides.
"My na is Alister Cobb." the man in the brown coat said. The other man, who wore a white coat stood up with a smile. He then approached Samuel and extended his left hand.
"My na is Jac Pratt. It's a pleasure to et you, Mr. Samuel Peterson," he said. While Alister whispered sothing into Oswald's ear in the background, Samuel grabbed Jac's hand and shook firmly.
"Now, what do you need to know gentlen?" Samuel asked while Jac went back to take his seat. Oswald decided to speak up on the matter of why they ca.
"Rember when you told about this new invention the prince was testing?" he said.
"The steam engine?"
"Yes! That! Alister here wants to know a little more about it. He thinks it could be of great use." he said Samuel turned to Alister, who had his legs crossed while he sat on the chair.
"Well, Mr. Alister. A steam engine is a chanical device that can turn a source of energy into motion. You just need to feed it so fuel for it to function, like charcoal." he replied. Alister stood straighter in his chair and coughed twice before asking a question.
"Energy into motion huh... Say, can if it truly does what you claim, can you perhaps make a device that allows other chanical devices to function? It could prove useful in many areas." he said.
"Actually yes. His highness even has constructed a few blueprints regarding that idea." Samuel replied.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. I have them in my bag. One minute..." Samuel opened up his bag and handed out two rolls of beige papers to Alister and Jac. It contained a picture of so complicated chanical device, drawn using black ink.
"The chanical devices present in those papers are called a power loom and a spinning mule. A few weavers requested a few of them to be made," he said.
"Say where did you get these blueprints from?" Jac asked.
"The patent registrar. It's where anyone can go to submit their own patent or take a look at other people's inventions. Those specific patents belong to his highness Sire Kant Maybale." The two rchants looked at the blueprints before giving them back to Samuel.
"Say, Mr. Peterson. If we commission a chanical device to do a specific task or function, would you be able to do that for us?" Alister asked.
"Certainly Mr. Cobbs. Though it would take so ti, that could be done. Anything else?"
pαndα,noνɐ1,сoМ "Alright then! Now one final question. How powerful can a steam engine get?"
"That depends sir. When we first tested out the steam engine, we achieved a horsepower of about 6, if I rember correctly. However yesterday, thanks to improvents made by the sire, it reached over 15 yesterday!" he said.
"What is Horsepower?" Oswald asks. Neither he nor the other rchants have context or aning regarding the word.
"It's what they use to asure the power output. For context, a horse has up to 15." Samuel replied.
"I see. Well, that is all we needed to know. Thank you for your ti, Mr. Peterson."
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Cobbs. When will I see you, gentlen, again?" Samuel asked. It was then that Victor ca down from above.
"Hopefully pretty soon," Oswald replied. The rchants soon left the workshop and got on their horses. Before they went anywhere else, they headed off to the patent registrar, as Alister wanted to ask a few questions regarding how it worked.
anwhile, as the rchants travel down the road to the patent registrar, Kant was in his room, tying a charter with his typewriter for a new institution. As the school is said to be near completion, much earlier than expected, Kant needed a place for science.
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