`An old abandoned mine `The entrance to the mine was almost completely hidden by the heavy brush and tall trees that had enveloped it over the years. Inside, the air was musty and thick with the smell of dampness and decay. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling like curtains, and the walls were covered in some strange, almost phosphorescent moss. The main chamber of the mine was a large open space, illuminated only by the faint light of a few torches, which barely managed to light the way. Discarded weapons and broken machinery were scattered throughout the room, indicating that this was more than just an abandoned mine - it was the hideout of a band of notorious bandits. The walls of the mine were lined with various weapons and artifacts, proving that the bandits had been in the mine for quite some time. On one side, a large table was covered with maps and a few other objects, seemingly used for planning out their next heist. Further in, a few small rooms could be seen, where the bandits ha

Artyon gazed out across the vast expanse of the sea, his mind racing with plans and strategies. He knew that the Eastern Continent held the key to his success, but the road ahead was perilous and fraught with danger.As the ship sailed towards its destination, Artyon's thoughts turned to the mysterious Princess Lilly Roland. In the previous timeline, she had perished on this day, but now she was alive and well, and a formidable swordswoman to boot. What had changed? Artyon resolved to investigate further, but for now, he had more pressing concerns.He had learned of a powerful weapon, a black gunpowder created by a skilled alchemist, that had caught the attention of the King of Farihn during the recent summit to determine the new emperor of Conley. Artyon knew that this weapon could shift the balance of power in the region, and he was determined to obtain it before anyone else could.But Artyon was not content with simply acquiring the weapon for himself. He had a grander plan in mind

Artyon sat at his desk, staring intently at the plan laid out before him. It was a risky plan, but he was confident that it would work. All he needed was the right people to execute it.He had always known that Landon was the perfect candidate to become the Emperor of Ancorna. Since childhood, Landon had dreamed of ruling over the entire continent. And with Artyon's help, that dream could become a reality.The Oragnatizon, a secretive organization that Artyon had connections with, had agreed to help them destroy the holy city of D.T. It was a necessary sacrifice, but Artyon knew that it would have far-reaching consequences.As news of the destruction reached the central continent, Landon would be busy conquering all the kingdoms on the continent. Artyon had already taken care of poisoning the crops of two major empires, making it easier for Landon to seize control.Meanwhile, Princess Luna of Atlanta would be working on destroying Conley from the inside.

Back on Earth, hot air balloons were made with materials like silk, nylon, and polyester for the balloon and wicker or bamboo for the basket. But here in Jola, we don't have access to those materials. We have to work with what we have, which is cotton for the cloth and steel for the basket.As for the fuel, I'm going to use tar. It's a sticky substance made from the distillation of wood or coal, and it's readily available here in Jola. It's not the most efficient fuel, but it will do the job.Making a hot air balloon is a complex process. First, we have to design the balloon itself. We'll need to figure out the size and shape of the balloon, as well as how much weight it can carry. Then we'll need to sew the cotton together to create the envelope of the balloon.Next comes the basket. We'll use steel rods to create a frame, and then weld them together to form the basket. It needs to be sturdy enough to hold up to 50 people, so we'll have to make sure it's well-c

Ben rubbed his eyes and yawned as he stretched his arms, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin. He got out of bed and walked over to the window, gazing out at the bustling city below. The once barren desert was now a thriving metropolis of concrete buildings and bustling streets. Steam smoke rose into the air from the factories and trains that crisscrossed the city.As he looked out, Ben felt a sense of pride wash over him. He was the transporting council head, and it was his responsibility to ensure the smooth flow of goods throughout the city. He had worked tirelessly to introduce steam-powered trains to the city, and it had paid off in spades. The trains had made transporting goods faster and more efficient, which in turn had helped to speed up construction and development.Ben smiled to himself as he went about his morning routine, preparing for another busy day.Ben couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment as he sipped his coffee. His Majesty's recent decision to proh