Before Louis could speak, Director Mike had already stood up.
His movements were swift, as if afraid that someone might steal his idea, he quickly approached the map and firmly pressed his rough finger on the river running through the city.
"No need for Lord Louis to worry about this."
His tone carried a craftsman's unique confidence, and there was even a hint of excitement.
"Indeed, there's no fuel for steam engines here," Mike said, "but this river is like a raging beast."
He pulled a charcoal pencil from his pocket and swiftly sketched on the blueprint.
"I've calculated the flow rate; it's enough to drive a triple linkage waterwheel set. This is something new researched by the craftsman's office two years ago."
The pencil tip fell, and the structure quickly took shape.
"The first stage drives a giant bellows to push air into the mine, addressing the ventilation issue.
