Alien Knights

Todd looked at Edgar who was hiding behind Huggins, and pretended to be confused: "You...what are you talking about?"

Huggins patted his stomach, and made a gesture of eating with his hands: "Didn't you tell Edgar yesterday that there is a way for us to eat meat every day?"

The big mouth hidden behind the man chimed in and said, "Yes, yes, he also said that it would save us from going to work in the fields!"

Giving Edgar a slap on the back of the head, Huggins drew the cross on his chest: "God, please forgive our sins..."

Todd was a little confused about the deep meaning of the other party: "You...what on earth..."

The man stretched out his hand to stop Todd's words, and said in a low voice: "It is the pursuit of monks to devote themselves to the holiness and to cultivate the Tao, but I am not a monk. To be able to eat well and dress well is the yearning of ordinary people like us."

"Yes, yes! Huggins is right!" Big Mouth said.

"Forehead."

Todd paused for a moment.

Patting himself on the head, Todd suddenly said: "So, I never wanted to become a monk?!"

Huggins looked him up and down, and shook his head to express his disagreement: "I don't see it right? It seems that you put it on voluntarily."

Todd looked at the coarse linen clothes of the two people opposite him, and then at the monk's attire on himself, completely dumbfounded.

That day he just picked up the clothes and put them on his body, he didn't think so much at all!

Putting his arms around Todd's neck, Huggins changed the subject and began to comfort him: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with being a monk. You don't have to travel around for a living, and you don't have to worry about being homeless. Just like Edgar and I, one is a helper and the other is a messenger. Maybe one day we will die in a foreign land, and there is no one to collect the body..."

Todd heard something in the other party's words, and it was reminding himself that he was kind to him with the past.

Huggins moved his head closer, and extended his right hand to Todd: "Let's cooperate, you will be responsible for telling me what to do, and I will be responsible for finding someone to do it. How about it, do you want to do it?"

Wanting to squeeze his head between the two, but couldn't find a gap, Edgar raised his hands and shouted loudly: "There is still me, and there is me!"

Todd looked at Hudgens' outstretched right hand and began to hesitate.

what to do?

Originally, he only wanted Edgar to help conceal his whereabouts, but Huggins' proposal was obviously more reasonable. Because relying on oneself alone, it is impossible to complete the refining.

So, are you going to show them the blueprint? Should we reconsider the details of cooperation?

Seeing Todd's hesitation, Huggins looked around, and after making sure there was no one around, he pulled the former into a corner and said to him, "I understand your worry, but you may have forgotten one thing...Look at us, we are all alien species, and betraying each other will only bring disaster to ourselves..."

The empty stomach cavity stimulated Todd's brain, and hunger beat his thoughts like a tide. He was forced to the bottom line by his appetite and survival. As soon as he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, Todd almost subconsciously grabbed Huggins' hand: "Done!"

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When I came to the monk's room, I saw the chemical equation Todd completed last night and the half-drawn practical design, although both of them were illiterate. But compared to Edgar's watching, Huggins can see more meaningful things.

Text never seen before.

Complicated calculations.

An exquisite device.

Coupled with the fact that he was able to escape unscathed after touching the "Sutherland Relic".

It took only a few days for Huggins to say that "Todd may be God's blessed son" proposed by Master Myris before, from the initial doubts to the current wavering.

What kind of miracles will appear on this farmer's child?

Such questions naturally appeared in his mind.

Todd looked back at Edgar with a wary look, and said to Huggins, "Is it okay to let him here? I don't want to be snitched behind my back again."

Grabbing the furious kid, Huggins said with a smile: "It's the job of this little guy to report your whereabouts to Master Miles, please don't blame him more. But I believe that now that he has joined our cooperation, he should know what to do..."

Edgar shrank his head in Huggins's "deep meaning" smile and nodded slightly.

Not paying attention to the expressions of the people around him, Todd pointed to the blueprint with a stick, and explained what he was going to do next in as simple and understandable a language as possible.

Thanks to his career as a teacher in his previous life, Todd's explanations are simple and simple, so that Huggins, who has no chemistry foundation, can understand a thing or two.

"To put it simply, the technology for refining silver ore in the Silver Ring Kingdom is still immature, resulting in about 30% of the silver nuggets remaining in the waste residue. This method can extract the remaining silver nuggets. Is that what you mean?"

Listening to Huggins' statement, Todd thought for a while, and corrected a small problem in the other party's words with a rigorous academic attitude: "Considering the temperature in the furnace, the purity of the lead block, and the proficiency in operation, the amount of silver extracted from the waste residue may not be as much as 30%..."

Huggins pressed: "So how many?"

This question involves how much the final profit is, and he has to care about it.

After mental calculation, Todd gave a conservative answer: "About 10%."

Hudgens, wearing gloves, smoothed the braid of his beard from his chin, brooding.

The cost of ore raw materials is zero, and the waste residue is piled up at the foot of the mountain, as much as you want.

Lead is not a problem either, as long as a little food can be obtained from the monastery's warehouse, the cost is almost negligible.

The only thing that needs money is the wood and charcoal used as fuel, as well as the cost of equipment modification.

As for what Todd said about paying the craftsmen, the man didn't refute it, but he listened more as a joke.

Huggins calculated an account in his heart and came to such a conclusion.

This is definitely a bargain!

Slapping his palm on the table, Huggins said decisively: "Tell me, what do you want us to do?!"

Todd stretched out his index finger: "Time, I need time to complete this set of plans. The usual morning classes and farming take up my precious time."

Then the middle finger: "Material samples. I need some charcoal, waste residue, and lead-rich samples so I can revise my plan."

Then there is the ring finger: "On-site supervision. I need to observe and test the reaction process at the smelting site, so that if there is a problem, I can correct it in time."

Finally, little finger: "Experimental equipment. With materials, I need a complete set of experimental equipment to identify and calculate minerals and content."

Huggins pondered for a moment, then said, "I can take care of the materials. Edgar can help with time. But what are the experimental equipment?"

Relying on his impressions, Todd drew on paper the most basic chemical experiment equipment in his previous life: test tubes, beakers, measuring cylinders, distillation bottles, filter tubes and so on.

Huggins' eyes lit up, and he said, "I know there's a place for these things, but I need a few days to prepare them."

The next morning.

Hearing the robin's bell, Todd got up habitually, after a second thought, he lay down again. With the idea of ​​pretending to be sick if someone comes to investigate, it is rare to enjoy an hour of returning to sleep.

Guessing that after the morning class was over, Todd put on his monastic uniform and came to Master Myris' classroom as usual.

Secretly observing the old man's expression in class, there was nothing abnormal. Todd finally let go of the big stone in his heart. It seems that Edgar, that bastard, finally set up a cover for himself.

After the lecture, Todd asked the master for books and paper under the pretext of studying grammar. The gratifying smile on the old man's face made him regret and blame himself for a moment, but the desire to improve his life instantly diluted this feeling.

After a tasteless lunch, Todd was finally able to devote himself to making money.

This sitting lasted from noon to evening.

The setting sun took away the last ray of light in the room.

Looking at the design drawings and processing flow that were finally completed, Todd moved his sore shoulders and rubbed his astringent eyes, thinking that he could finally rest for a while.

He was about to go out to find something to eat, but he heard a man's wailing from the ground under the bluestone slab, and he couldn't help but think of what Huggins had said to himself before.

"Once every three days, you'll get used to it soon. 』