Release that Witch

The weather is getting colder every day, and Roland is getting up late every day.

As a ruling class, he certainly has the right to sleep late. Especially the big bed with three layers of velvet blankets, the whole person will fall into the soft envelop when lying down, which further encourages his bed.

When Roland walked into the office, the nightingale had been there waiting for him.

"Hey, your breakfast, I ate half hot, it's cold now," she said, half of the bread on the table, Nunu's mouth, and she was the master of the place.

"No one has taught you, should you be humble before the prince," Roland reached for the plate and sat back at the desk. "Remember that you are still very ceremonial at the beginning."

He sighed in his heart. I really didn't see that this guy was actually a familiar person. Instead of staying with Anna, he ran around and wandered around. She will hide her body shape before. Now, as long as there are no outsiders, she will wander around the office in a big way, even wearing a hood.

“Like this?” She jumped off the table and walked an impeccable aristocratic ceremony. “You have been getting late and late recently. I watched the breakfast and put it on, and it helped you solve it. Your Highness "She got to Roland. "You don't care about it anyway? And you don't like the cumbersome etiquette, I can see it."

Is this guy with a glare, Roland groaning, can you see it?

He sighed. "Let's follow you, but if you have breakfast afterwards, you will finish it. If you want to eat it, you will call it again."

"Follow, Your Highness!" She smiled softly, pinched the plate and ran to the side.

Roland paved a blank piece of parchment and prepared to complete the half of the design that was drawn yesterday.

If you want to keep the town of Bianbu, the battle after the winter is not a victory. Although an army that has not seen blood is not a qualified army, Roland is worried that if there is a large loss, this group of short-term training people will not have the courage to stand on the wall.

He needs weapons across the age to gain absolute advantage over the evil beast.

There is no doubt that it is a musket.

In fact, this era has all the conditions for the emergence of muskets. Alchemists often configure something called snow powder for the ceremonies in court celebrations. This stuff is the wrong formula, the burning speed is slow, and most of them can only be heard in the copper tube.

About a hundred years later, the prototype of the musket - the firearm gun will appear. Because of the cumbersome operation, this kind of firearm requires two people to cooperate to complete the loading and shooting action. Under normal circumstances, it can only be used as a single weapon. And its rate of fire and power is not comparable to a well-trained archer.

Of course, Roland is not interested in repeating history. Like the steam engine, he can use the power of the witch to create a musket with real combat value.

"When you didn't come, I looked at the order on the table," the nightingale swallowed the last piece of bread and asked casually. "What are you going to buy so much ice? Now it's winter, want to drink cold ale, directly in the house. Wouldn't it be enough to put it outside for one night?"

The upper aristocrats like to use ice in the summer - that is, saltpeter to make ice, then cool milk, wine or juice to enjoy. For the blessing of the season, the price of the purchase of saltpeter is very low.

"To make iced cheese, the temperature is not low enough now, you have to freeze," Roland said.

The woman in front of her eyes, though not an enemy, is not as knowledgeable as Anna. Unlike steam engines, there is not much technical barrier to the musket. Once it is spread, it is obviously not good for its farming plan. Before I figured out her bottom, some things are better. Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "Was the Witches Association help to train the killers besides looking for the Holy Mountain?"

"No, they are just poor people who are gathered together for their dreams." The nightingale waved his hand. "I have been helping the family for the last two years."

"That is, have you been working for others before?" Her beautiful throwing skills were not mentored and years of hard work could not be thrown out. Roland confirmed that "I have other people besides me." Willing to accept the witch?"

"Retaining?" The look of the nightingale became a bit strange. "How could it be... If I knew that I would become a witch, he wouldn't let me in even the door. As for later, if I didn't use it for him, I was afraid that it would be early. It was secretly executed."

"Hey? Can you talk about it?"

The nightingale smiled and shook his head, but this time the smile was filled with some unclear emotions. "His Royal Highness, I will tell you when the time is right. I know what you are worried about, please rest assured, I am in five I was free years ago and no longer need to sell my life."

The negotiation check failed, and it seems that her charismatic attributes are not high enough... but her answer also confirms her own thoughts - at least five years ago, she had done something for someone to see. Fortunately, his use of the nightingale seems to stem only from an accident, rather than like himself, intends to recruit witches.

Roland did not ask again and continued to bow his own drawings.

What made him a little surprised was that the nightingale, which was usually loved by the past, became quiet at this moment, and only the sound of the burning of the fire was left in the room. When Roland raised his head and numb the neck, she had disappeared from the office.

"Don't say hello," he snorted, folding the parchment in his hand and putting it in his pocket.

After a few days of work, plus this drawing, the design of the weapon - or the engraving - was completed.

He is going to make a famous flintlock. This kind of weapon has been tested by history, and the difficulty of making it is similar to that of the fire rope gun. After the gun is introduced, the lead shot is pre-loaded, and the rate of fire can be close to three rounds per minute. It is more than enough to deal with the mutant beast without IQ.

Most animals don't climb the wall, so the shooting distance is about the same height as the top of the wall to the ground, which is 12 feet. Even if you use your foot to aim at this distance, you won't lose your target, and the bullet's initial velocity will hardly decrease. As long as the evil beast has not evolved a harder skin than steel, you can basically do a shot.

The disadvantage of the flintlock is the production time. At the beginning, it was the same as the arquebus. It was hammered out by a craftsman. From the barrel to the trigger, it took about three months to make the whole shot. The barrel is a big head, you have to knock the iron piece into a round tube, iron powder, and then drill the 膛 line. Although no sophisticated instruments are used, the craftsman must be skilled to make a qualified barrel.

This is why Roland has to build a steam engine first.

With the steam engine, he can use the steel drill bit to drill the gun directly on the solid iron rod, so that the production speed can be greatly improved, and there is no need for a skilled craftsman to operate. Only a workbench that can fix the iron rod is needed. Just fine.