It didn't take long for the Bessemer converter to dump its load of molten steel into the small factory, where it was processed into ingots. The slag, which was produced as a by-product, was removed and converted to phosphate fertilizer under Artys' instructions.
"Axel, you didn't disappoint. With this batch of steel, we have my father's support to scale up the projects and so we'll run the mines at full capacity. We should be able to produce a superabundance of steel within a year!"
After standing there looking, he recognized that he was no longer needed and Axel noticing his expression, patted Artys on the shoulder.
"You don't need to worry, my lord; I can handle the rest of the production myself; why don't you rest?"
"If you insist, I'll leave the matter to you, thank you for your hard work."
So he left and headed for the Castle.
Artys, after dinner, was burning the midnight oil, working in his room, drawing up plans for the expansion of the mines. There was also another subject he wanted to tackle as soon as possible—the textile industry. Eventually, after drafting several documents and plans, Artys turned off the oil lamp, which provided lighting, and fell asleep.
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